S1: Ep1 - You'll Never Leave Haven Alive

Started by noseatbelts, February 09, 2022, 01:30:07 PM

Rory Mayfield

August 30, 2022, 04:41:02 AM #20 Last Edit: August 30, 2022, 04:45:45 AM by Rory Mayfield
New Cambridge Spaceport

Rory was naturally disappointed that he didn't get to pet Pauly, but he was more concerned about the tension between LeBlanc and MacArthur. Without knowing either of them, it was difficult to tell just how serious the disagreement was, and as was the case with LeBlanc's anecdote about the twins on Greenleaf, Rory was unsure how to react. Was it just playful ribbing of did LeBlanc have some genuine underlying gripes about MacArthur's lack of professionalism? He stood awkwardly by, willing himself to be as invisible as possible. Fortunately, nobody asked for his input on the horse situation.

MacArthur, defying LeBlanc's orders (or more like ignoring her feedback -- he was her superior after all), rode ahead, leaving the deputy and intern to follow on foot. Whatever the exact nature of LeBlanc's displeasure, Rory felt it linger in the air as they walked through the docks, and felt compelled to fill the silence somehow.

He went with the first thing that popped in his head.

"Did you know that horses are the opposite of mouth breathers? They can only breathe through their nose. Their nasal passage is not connected to the mouth like in humans. I don't know if that's very interesting..."

It was definitely not interesting, and what's worse, it was completely irrelevant to whether or not an equine belonged aboard a space ship.
Dialogue color: pink

Genevieve LeBlanc

Location: The Space Port

The Captain's cortex buzzed. High priority. Gen was about to ask him what was up when he answered before she could get the words out.

"I've gotta make sure Hyde doesn't blow up the bloody replacement HQ sent..."

Noah gallantly climbed into the saddle and with a click of his tongue, he and Pauly were off like a shot. Leaving them behind. He could have at least offered to take the boy with him. That horse could have taken two riders. She could feel the muscle in her left eyebrow begin to twitch, so she pressed a fingertip against it in an attempt to run some of the tension out.

"We can do some research on alternative forms of land transportation shortly, Gen!" he called back at her. A hand lowered to her weapon. He wasn't too far off, she wagered she could hit his leg from here. The internal image of Noah falling from his horse brought a smile to her lips. After such a heated conversation about how he wasn't going to get a horse, she couldn't believe he'd done it anyway. No, that was wrong. She could believe it. Then, he was too far away and she had to put away the satisfying imagined scenario of shooting him off his horse. Maybe later. For now, she needed to get Rory to the ship.

Gen led the new recruit through the space port in the direction Noah and his horse had gone, her gaze scanning the crowd the whole way. She kept both hands settled idly on her belt, one hand ready to pull Rory closer if she needed to, and the other hand ready to draw a weapon.

"Did you know that horses are the opposite of mouth breathers? They can only breathe through their nose. Their nasal passage is not connected to the mouth like in humans. I don't know if that's very interesting..."

Her tension eased and Gen offered Rory a smile. "Is that so?" she asked, nudging the young man with her elbow, "I think that's very interesting," she assured him.

Location: The Wyatt

It didn't take them long to catch up to Noah back at the ship, and Gen walked Rory up the ramp and into the safety of the vessel. Then, she froze. "Noah!" she called out in accusation, one slender finger pointing at the pile of horse excrement sitting in the middle of the ramp. Seething internally, she turned her head to stare first at Nelly, and then at Hyde, her brows furrowed. Now that she was in the presence of more people, her smile turned into a firm line and her expression grew professionally cold. The warm smile she'd shared with Rory was locked back up.

"Danielle Newcastle, and Desmond Malarkey, I presume?" she asked, her body language tight and controlled. With a hand, she gestured for both of them to stand, then jerked her head toward Noah. "Captain on board," she told them both, her gaze slowly sliding back toward the horse scat and her scowl returning. Her attention snapped to the back of Noah's head as she glared daggers through his skull.
Dialogue Color: Purple

Nelly Newcastle

August 31, 2022, 06:51:10 AM #22 Last Edit: August 31, 2022, 06:53:45 AM by noseatbelts
Was it disbelief? Surprise? No. Nelly decided it was admiration she felt for Hyde. To not care what anyone thought. She didn't envy his weariness, but his experience. He'd clearly seen it all and done perhaps more. That was the life she was seeking. But that is where any admiration ended towards the brute, otherwise he seemed to be proper full of it.

Speaking of... hooves hit her ears while manure hit her nose as she saw a striking man astride a steed, silhouetted in the cargo bay doors by the light of the day outside. It was like a painting. Beautiful. And strange. Unlike anything she had ever seen. Horses were not common in the core, let alone at a city's docks. "What?" The word was barely out of her lips when she heard a command.

"Captain on board!"

Training took over as adrenaline and muscle memory forced Nelly to jump her feet, heels clicked, back straight, and hand raised in a perfect salute. And there she would stay until given further orders.
Dialogue Color = Plum

Noah MacArthur

September 23, 2022, 04:40:51 PM #23 Last Edit: September 23, 2022, 04:44:29 PM by Noah MacArthur
Noah's attention snapped away from the leavings he was going to have to clean up and regarded his crew. The bright-eyed scout, a demolitions expert, his (occasionally) former rival, and then the mystery box.... The mountain of a man's gaze sat on Nelly for an extra moment. The way she snapped to: Fresh out of the Navy. In a way, they were all soldiers trying to play cops now. He tried to remind himself the newbie probably had no say in any of the last-minute roster change shenanigans.

He let out a long breath and tried to brief the crew succinctly.

"Pleasure to have you all here. Some of you are just joining us and others of you are teenagers and haven't been briefed. Our long-term mission is to keep an eye on the situation on Haven. We're supposed to be the boots on the ground bringing equitable justice and accountability to the rim and all that wank blah blah... We're here to do two things:"

The Captain paused held his hand up, as if pointing to his bullet points on a chalkboard that wasn't there.

"Monitor the situation on Haven, and if possible in the course of our duties, we could stop a labor uprising from ballooning into a system-wide civil war that's a bonus."

"Secondly and most importantly... I do actually mean it when I say we're here to look out for the people of the rim. I grew up on a farm riding around horses just like Pauly there and I had this vision of me riding into small towns, and rounding up the villains that have plagued them for years without recourse because nobody wealthy enough to finance a Parliamentarian's campaign lives here then nobody cared. But maybe that's a bit on the nose."

MacArthur glanced at Gen. The horse bit was obviously geared towards here a bit. If not an explicit apology for bringing the horse aboard it was an honest attempt to contextualize what he was doing, and what he wanted the rest of the crew to see and understand.

"We are here to carry out long-delayed justice, plain and simple. Most of us here are ex-military except for Rory but he's practically got soldier in his blood. We fought for this union and now we have to preserve it. Look out for each other and follow most of my orders and all of Gen's, we'll be grand. Cams on when we're off-ship and on duty. Exceptions apply of course for undercover work and Gen will personally murder you if you muck about out there."

Noah pointed towards the interior of the ship and dismissed the crew.

"Pick your bunks. If you end up with the one Rory's uncle was in I'm sorry for the cologne smell."

He let out a laugh through his nose and led the way into the ship.

"If any of you know a good restaurant locally that does delivery to the port, I am so hungry I might eat the delivery person too."

The Captain was joking about the cannibalism but not the menu. He could put it on his work account since they hadn't commissioned them a cook yet.


Shortly after wolfing down the tasteless but nostalgic field issue ration bar and closing his eyes the faint sound of hooves and people bickering cut the recent silence of the cargo bay.  His best guess would be two or three people with one on horse-back just under 200m at a 5-8 kph trot,  heading in a bee-line towards the ramp.

Customary for nap-time, Desmond's palm gently rested on the hilt of his sawed-off 40mm grenade launcher at his hip, something that looked more appropriate on a 17th century pirate ship. Desmond casually and imperceptive flipped off the safety while opening his eyes and standing up in one clean movement.

Desmond thought the chances of someone looking to kick things off in New Cambridge and with a ship of Alliance Marshals at that was pretty gorram low. Still, it didn't hurt to stay frosty thanks to a little dose of healthy paranoia, which usually came with the side-effect of staying alive.
With a few seconds left before the newcomers arrived,  Desmond made a quick tactical assessment of the situation in case this was about to be anyone other than those on the operation dossier he memorized on the flight to Boros.

Even though the two just met, Desmond would make sure Nelly had a long and fairly healthy career ahead of her.

Worst-case, any party crashers would get a complimentary gift bag of twenty anti-personnel flechette rounds mixed with his custom blend of white phosphorous and thermobaric explosives. Nothing that would do significant damage to a ship but would make swiss-cheese and fondue of all unfortunate bastards in a 40 foot cone of white death. For their sake, Desmond truly hoped the new arrivals were on the guest list.
As soon as they started up the ramp, Desmond recognized the blonde figure on horse-back as the CO, Captain Noah MacArthur having what appeared to be a squabbling like a married couple with who Desmond recognized as the XO, Genevieve "Gen" LeBlanc.

With a machine-like grace and precision that may have defied his appearance, Desmond re-engaged the safety on the pirate gun, letting it slip back into the shadows of his coat .  All of this being done while moving both hands behind his back and spacing his feet exactly 0.30m and staring straight ahead towards the approaching figures, now standing at-ease and awaiting a debrief from the CO on what he really was supposed to be doing here vs what was on the in-flight brochure.


Haven - Yardley Mining Territory

Halfway between the shantytown and the entrance to Mine Shaft "Alvin", a gallows has been erected, and its location is anything but coincidental. Despite the heavy rain that is falling, turning the sand to mud, a crowd has gathered around the apparatus. Sable Point Mining Company overseers ring the spectators, clubs and whips at the ready. From above, Sheriff Karlo watches impassively, before checking his pocket watch. The second hand ticks its last of sixty before turning over to three o'clock. The shift change whistle blows. None of the spectators move.

Karlo disappears back into his office. He soon emerges with a young man, beaten and bloodied, hands shackled in front of him, and leads him down the stairs to the ground below. This must be Fortuna. In one hand, Karlo guides the young man by the armpit. In the other, he cradles a shot gun. At the bottom of the stairs, Bob was waiting for them. Karlo handed Fortuna off to his deputy and followed them to the gallows.

It was silent but for the rain falling.

The employees exiting the mine joined the crowd. Karlo checked the scaffolding around the edge of the ravine, lined with armed men. They were outnumbered but not outgunned. He kept his nerve in check. Bob, Fortuna, and Karlo climbed the steps up to the gallows and, while Bob put the prisoner in place with noose around neck, Karlo turned to address the crowd. "Tenoch Fortuna. For the crimes of sedition, rabble rousing, trouble making, inciting a riot, assaulting a Sheriff, and attempted murder; I sentence you to hang from the neck until you are dead."

Bob tightened the noose and took a step back.

Fortuna looked at Karlo. "I was sentenced to die from the moment I signed on to work here. You treat us like animals. Then we will act like animals. With ferocity. And we will bite you and claw you and trample and eat you." His eyes shifted slightly to a fixed point in the crowd, and Karlo noticed.

"It's a god damned trap!" He reached for the lever to drop the floor beneath Fortuna's feet, but too late. The crowd roared as one and rushed the gallows. Their combined strength and weight toppled the entire apparatus, sending Bob, Karlo, and Fortuna flying into the mud. Hands reached out and freed Fortuna from the noose and he disappeared into the crowd. And like the tide retreating, the crowd dispersed. Karlo got to his feet, bewildered but unharmed. "They... they could have killed me..." He realized. No matter. He looked at Bob who, too, had found his feet. "Find him! Find Fortuna!" His gaze went to the guards up top. "Where is he?! Find him! Find Fortuna! Find Fortuna!"

The Wyatt

The flight to Haven from Boros took about ten days. During that time, bunks were chosen, assignments given, names exchanged, and everyone recovered from the delivery food the Captain had delivered before takeoff. They were also given more information about their assignment came forward from command. They were to guard a Federal Inspection Team who was being sent to satiate labor activists in the Core. The Inspectors would meet them on Haven at the rendezvous point. The Sable Point Mining Company had promised to cooperate fully with the investigation.

The Marshals on the Wyatt would land in about an hour.

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