Show posts

This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.

Messages - Viktor Söderberg

One of the passing vehicles turned out not to be, flashed their lights at them and slowed their speed; a common motorist parlance requesting the same. "Alright." Barnaby said, putting on the brake. "Mat'." He didn't figure he had to tell her what to do in a situation such as this, but just wanted to make sure she was ready. It could be nothing. Road could be out down the way. Could be they needed help themselves. There was nasty, mean spirited, awful folk in the 'Verse and Barnaby Goodweather wasn't one of them. "I'm gon' slow and see what's what. Preacher. Any insight on what they might want would be helpful about now."

"Well, Cap," the preacher replied, "they could be needing some help or, likely as not, there's some problem up ahead. Usually, ain't no danger in it."
"Usually," he repeated somewhat reassuringly.

"Got a bridge out ahead! They sent us back!" the bushy gentleman shouted back, hooking his thumb back the way they came. "There's a detour this way, I can lead you over if you're trying to go to Primary! It's tricky to find in this snow, but we've used it more than once, so it'll be no bother for us!" the man continued, squinting at Barnaby to keep the glare of the snow and the worsening barrage of sleet out of his eyes. The other fellows in the vehicle were starting to don their outside clothing, the chill from the open window overpowering their heating mechanisms.

Viktor knew there was a detour round about this way somewhere, but he also knew it could be a complicated one. He leaned toward the other vehicle and thought he recognized one of the men. It was hard to be absolutely sure in this sleet though. "Jebidiah, is that you under all those layers?" the preacher called.

Viktor shoved his snow goggles up onto the top of his head so his face could be identifiable. The white blaze from the snow reflecting the lights blinded him briefly. "You're talking about the old miner's trail up the way here, right? That'll surely be a mess in this kind of weather."
Location: The Mule

Viktor was, as ever, ready for the weather at home. He wore long black thermals under his pants and a thick pair of wool socks his mother had sent him a few years back. A black tight-knit woolen vest was added over his usual preacherly attire to keep his core extra toasty. A black wool suit coat dotted with flecks of grey went over that. Lastly his long black overcoat. Though it would probably be too warm in the mule for that, with the top added and all the body heat circulating around.

With the captain at the wheel of the mule, Viktor was happy to let Mattie claim the passenger seat. It was the gentlemanly thing to do after all. That left the rest of the men-folk in the back. It was roomy for a mule, but he was still a tall man and he knees were closer to his chest than he would prefer. He managed to claim an exterior seat, leaving their guest stuck in the middle, with Arlo on the other side.

Mr. Potter looked as equally uncomfortable in his seat at Viktor did, though it was the man's own fault. If he would have acquiesced to putting his bag in the storage area rather than shoved between his knees, he would have given himself - and the other men - a bit more leg room. 

"Have you, ah, been to this planet before?" Arlo asked, being a good sport about it all.

"No," was the answer. Then, after a moment of silence, with Potter's eyes focused forward and his expression blank, "By the way, it is very easy to hypnotize a chicken," he added, his heavily accented voice barely audible above the flurry of wind and sleet passing them, but just loud enough to be heard by those in the Mule with him.

"Are you in the business of hypnotizing many a-chicken, Mr. Potter?" Viktor chuckled softly at his question, not really expecting a serious answer. "I'm sure we could wrangle you up a few. Be quite a sight to see!

As he turned his head fully toward their guest to guage his reaction, he noticed the man looked a little off color. Motion sickness could be made worse in the white swirl of the snow. He very much hoped the man was not about to be sick.
While waiting for instruction to begin, Tabitha made her way over to Viktor and stood on tip-toes to place her hands on his cheeks, smushing them together just slightly. Her hands lowered and she patted his heart. He stuck his tongue out a little at her in jest when she squished his cheeks and when she put her hands on his chest he lowered his head down and gave her a little peck on the top of the head.

He wasn't surprised to hear that the storm was going to require them to change their landing location. It wouldn't be a fun trek through the snow, but it could be done. The captain made the right choice, in his opinion, to wait the storm out. It would be much more comfortable up here.

Unfortunately, their passenger took issue with that decision. "You have been paid for a timeline, and the timeline must be kept...on...time. I insist. You have given your word. We land today. Now. Or. No pay,"
Viktor began to interject that landing in this storm wouldn't be ideal and the journey back to Primary Claim would be very cold and long. He didn't have time to do this, however. The deal was changed double the money to land now.
Frankly, he might have tried for triple, knowing the terrain if the storm didn't let up.

"Okay, folks. Belay that recent set of orders. New set formulating. We're landing at Secondary Claim afterall. We'll take the mule, only five spots onner so -- Mattie. You got some survival experience. Might need it. Preacher, you're native, could do with a body who knows his way around. And hell, whataya say, Mr. Arlo? Let's see what you got."

It was an interesting group, to say the least, but Barnaby knew their skills and Viktor couldn't deny they would be the best for the job.

"Bundle up is putting it lightly. Traveling through this storm won't be the best time we've ever had. We'll be able to do it, most likely, but it'll be a smidge miserable for a bit.
"Those that don't have snow gear can pick some up when we land, at the very least I recommend the boots, gloves and goggles. Hats too, if you don't got one. Snowsuits if the storm's real bad."
He let out a sigh. Riding the storm out on the ship would have been so much nicer, but home was home and he was certainly used to snowstorms by now.

He stepped to Barnaby putting his back to Mr. Potter and whispered "Argument could be made, crew wouldn't have needed to buy snow gear if we'd waited. What're the chances he'd pay for that too?"
Viktor could see the planet and a bloom of happiness filled his chest. He just finished up a quick note to his family saying he'd be in for a visit soon when Barnaby's voice came over the comm. He trailed a thick, black overcoat over one shoulder and slung the strap of his shore leave bag over the other. 

"This is your Captain speaking. We got ourselves a storm down on St. Albans. Ain't irregular but it does necessitate a change of plans. Meet me in the cargo bay quick-like and we'll go over details."

Viktor swung into the bay smiling and carefree. The storm couldn't spoil his mood - if it did he'd never be happy.  "Hidy gang. Gotta love the weather at home, dontcha!"
Location: Med Bay

"You'll be the perfect assistant!" Tabitha reassured him. "Just need to get the stap-"

He appreciated her confidence in him; He appreciated her confidence in everyone. And, for the moment, at least, her confidence was earned. This is exactly the type of medical work he was used to doing.

Before Tabitha could finish her sentence, there was a loud exclamation from Rian. He'd ripped the tape of himself before anyone could soften the adhesive for him. That wasn't ideal. They were already going to be irritating the area with their treatment. Extra irritation from the tape wasn't going to help the situation any. But, Viktor understood. Sometimes you just want to get things over with. Or, in this case, get things started.

Tabby went about her work with a fluidity and adeptness that showed how much time and practice she put into her craft.
"When I get the staple out, can you put on these strips for me? Right where the staple was?" she asked Viktor, pointing with an elbow toward the little white strips.

"And then the...dressing there...with the medical tape...could" she added in a mutter, most of her attention on the process.

When the staple was removed from the wound, Viktor place the strips as instructed and handed over the dressing. with the staple removed and the clean strips applied the wound didn't look as nasty and angry as it had before. This was an injury well within their doctor's skills. There might be a scar but, even with his limited knowledge, Viktor was confident that the area would heal well.
""So here I am... 'the cook' if you still believe it. But Abernathy sure didn't. I am pretty sure he recognized me at the Baron's. If he hasn't told my dad and his crew that he's seen me here, he will soon. Prison doesn't silence anybody."

"Now, you might think that story makes me seem foolhardy. I did for a time. Felt like I'd been hoodwinked twice over. But if I'm a dunderhead for trusting people well then I guess that's fine. Folks deserve the chance to prove'emselves to ya. That I do believe"

"I'm the reason they died, you see. I wasn't good enough at what I was doing and they didn't get better."

Preacher listened to their stories one after the other, his heart getting heavier and heavier after each one. As a man of the cloth, he was no stranger to personal confessions but hearing such heartbreak from those he considered family was a difficult burden to bear. He knew that getting these things out into the open could be therapeutic if handled correctly and he also knew that that's just what Barnaby was trying to do.

As much of an open book as Viktor was, he did have a few things which he did not speak of much. Not that he was hiding them. Someone who was looking would probably find them, he just didn't care to elaborate on them often. What should he share with his family? His biggest struggled he did not think he could yet divulge. How could he explain something to them, which he did not even understand himself. Not to mention that he believed one's journey with God was solely between the man and the deity.

What else then?

He stood, pushed his chair in under the table and stood behind it like a pulpit.

He took a deep breath, raised his eyes from the table to his crewmates and spoke. "Friends, family. I think all of you who have already spoken and even those who have still to speak should know this one thing. We, all of us, have our baggage and burdens to carry." He looked at each person in turn a light in his eyes and a sad smile on his face. "These do not make us any lesser, but only serve to add to our persons as a whole. We would not be who or where we are today with out these experiences. Please know that these things we share today are merely a single stitch in the cloth of our being. The stitch may be unsightly but the cloth as a whole is beautiful and so are each and every one of you." He swept his arm in the direction of each in the group to further his point. He did not want a single person here to think they were not included in what he was saying.
He pulled his arm back in and interlocked his hands in front of his chest in a pleading gesture. "Please disencumber yourselves of these weights and know that if you ask of your friends and of your higher power then all is to be forgiven. You needn't carry this load alone. Should anyone here want to avail themselves of my counselling services please know I am always available to you." That order included himself, to relieve his burden in the company of his brethren and perhaps make himself a little lighter in turn.
"As to my own burden, you may already know that I served in the war, mostly as chaplain, but one does what one must in war-time. I will not deign to bore you with war stories especially those as trivial as my own, but I did not come away from those times unscathed. I was luckier than some. I came home where many did not. My body remained, whole - aside from a few dings here and there." Viktor blew a hard long line of air out his nose. He was uncomfortably warm and fidgeted where he stood.
"My mind, however, was broken by the stress. I had joined the fight to get away from my small mining town but I paid a price. The counselor's training that I'm sure you have all seen on my schedule - that is a deception." His eyes fixed on the table again in shame. A lie. He was a liar. It was a lie he thought he had comes to terms with, one he believed necessary, but it clearly still preyed on his heart and mind.
"Those sessions are not training but are, in fact, my own therapy for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I was worried that if my clients or flock knew I was in my own therapy that they would not trust me to manage theirs. It is a struggle I deal with daily. And, in times of stress my symptoms worsen." His gaze lifted again to the group.
"I should take my own advice I do so often not listen to my own wise words. I offer this burden of myself to all of you in the hopes that you will help me lift the weight."

He gave a final loving smile to them and returned to his chair, folding his hands on the table and hoping they didn't notice the mist gathering in his eyes.
Location: Bunks
Viktor studied the cards spread out in front of him. Thinking a few moves ahead, he realized winning this hand was unlikely so the interruption from Tabitha was well-timed and welcome.
Her hands held out for him to take, she asked, "Come with us?"

He gave her a big smile and nod. He neatly stacked up his cards and returned them to the small wooden box he'd had made for them. The box was returned to it's place, she took her small hands in his large ones and was practically pulled from his bunk into the hall.

"We're going to do medicine," she explained, release one of Viktor's hands to grab Rian's again. Her voice was high and light. Her excitement about being useful, or being able to practice her craft was evident. Everyone enjoys feeling useful.

Location: Corridor/Med Bay doorway
He talked as the walked. "Tabs, you remember I was just a field medic, right? I'm not sure exactly how useful I can be. What kind of medicine are we doing? Basic first aid and triage is the most I can be helpful with."

Location: Med Bay
Tabitha floated around the room setting up the area and getting Rian comfortable. Viktor wasn't sure that when she had said we're doing medicine, that she meant he was supposed to help. However, he should be prepared if, in fact, she did want him to help. He passed by her and Rian to head over to the sink. He rolled his black sleeves to his upper arms, the fabric feeling a bit tight around his biceps. He scrubbed up to his elbows, taking extra care to wash under his nails and between his fingers.
Tabby's decorating had always cheered the preacher. Her little way of making the ship more homey and welcoming newcomers showed how open her personality was and how she was hard-pressed to meet someone she didn't try to become friends with. He loved that about her.
Unfortunately, his miltary and convent side meant that the EXTRA decorating she'd done was a bit more than he cared for. It made his space look cluttered and claustraphobic. He wouldn't take it down though. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, especially when he knew this was her particular coping mechanism. Even so, he did sort of re-arrange things to try and get the bunk a little more squared away.

Viktor was sad to see some of their little family leaving this ship, but this was life in space. Turnover can be high. People leave. This was life in general. The bright spot in the clouds was that the new passenger was headed to St. Albans.
Home! He was going to get to make a trip home at least a year ealier than he'd planned, and he wouldn't even have to leave The Darling for a spell to do it this time. He wondered if he'd see Holger there? Friends in there youth, even though Viktor, himself, was a bit closer in age to Mona. Oddly, Viktor and Mona had never been close friends. Friendly, for sure, no ill will between the two, but never close. With so much time on The Darling and so much time spent with Holger in their youth he wondered why he and Mona had never connected much. Maybe they were just too different or too similar in all the wrong ways.

Viktor didn't immediately go in to greet the new arrivals. He didn't want to be in the way. More than that, he knew that the presence of a Man of God could be distrubing or uncomfortable to some types. He'd let them get settled and into the black before he go about making his own introductions. So, he sat in his bunk and played solitare.
Tabby had made him some real, honest-to-God playing cards when his old ones had gotten so worn you could see through them. The face cards were each a different member of the crew past and present*. Instead of the traditional black and red, the suits were pink and baby blue, which he was sure were her favourites.

Rian's voice floated in from the hall:
"It's not gonna be anything to write home about for a bit, but I'm hoping on St. Albans' I'll be able to get us stocked up on some real protein and veggies."

Viktor raised he voice a little louder than he normally would and called to the direction of the doorway, "I know a nice farm family there, Rian. I can introduce you and we can see if they have anything good they can spare."

*art style of the cards
Viktor wasn't surprised to see Rian already in the kitchen when he entered for his long-awaited cup of tea. Much like Viktor in church, the kitchen appeared to act as a place of calm and peace for Rian - when he wasn't shouting at the stove, cookware or food for misbehaving.

"Hey preacher. Ehh I was hoping to surprise everybody but no biggie... What do you think chocolate or crap, just chocolate I guess."

"I didn't intend to ruin any surprises, my friend, but a cake sounds like a much-needed treat right about now. Since I'm here anyway, can I give you a hand? I'm no brilliant cook, but I can stir and measure with the best of them." He indicated the bowl in the other man's hand, wanting to be helpful but not wanting to step on the cooks toes in his teritory.

A sound in the hall intrupted them and shortly Tabitha rounded the corner with a new woman that Viktor didn't recognize. She must have come in during the unloading of the cargo, but he didn't recall seeing her anywhere else. He must be tired.


"I'll make a cup for everyone, that's one, two three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and a half?"

"Tabitha, dear, are you pulling new friends out of the black of space now? Or do they just materialize near you?" he asked with a light chuckle.

He turned to the new woman. "Our lovely Tabby can make friends anywhere she goes. It's a delightful trait of hers. My name is Viktor. It's wonderful to have new faces aboard." He extented his hand to shake hers. He felt the warmth in his smile light up and lift his tired face.

It was always nice to have reasons to smile.
The stress and strain of the day and the mission had wrung the preacher out. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so physically and mentally exhausted since the war.
Sure, there had been a few close-seconds in his time with the Darling, but nothing quite like this.

The unloading of the clocks felt like it took a decade. He remained vigilant in watching over Tabby and just generally to lend a hand here and there where he was needed. It was a hour of mind-numbing work, but perhaps mind-numbing was just what he needed. He needed to be away and a peace with this ordeal, even for just a few minutes.

In the end it turned out that Barnaby had been correct in his assertion. No one on the Darling had gotten hurt. And no one else had gotten hurt either - at least not MORE hurt - as far as Viktor knew.

Once they were back flying again and Viktor had nothing else to officially do by the Captain, he took his leave. He took a long shower until the pounding of the water made his body feel as numb as his mind had previously. It was then off to the kitchen for the resident holy-man to have that, outstandingly belated, cup of tea that Tabitha had offered him earlier.
The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep3 - A Tale of Darling-Do
November 14, 2019, 03:35:56 pm
Viktor managed to drop the crane mechanism slowly and fluidly to catch on the train below. He kept his eyes on the gauge, ensuring it didn't go into the red. His hand hovered over the release button in the event that he needed to sever the Darling's connection.

The wind rushed into the room, but the preacher was sweating at his station anyway. Shifting his gaze between his gauge and the gathered crowd, he watched Barnaby mime out the next few steps of the plan. Viktor pulled at his collar willing the wind to cool him and calm his system of the nerves that were plaguing him. He had been saying prayers in his head until now. He couldn't hear what Barnaby was saying so he wasn't afraid of talking over the captain.

Knowing that it no one would be able to hear him anyway, he spoke out loud, "Father, we go with you for we know that we are safe with you and we do not travel alone, for your hand is upon us. Your protection is divine and we are wrapped in your grace. When others fear the enemy, I rebuke him in the name of Jesus, because You said no weapon formed against us shall prosper. I believe that You are more than able to keep us safe during these times. Keep our hands steady, our minds clear and return all of our family to us, whole and safely. Amen."
The Darling Crew / Re: Viktor Söderberg
November 04, 2019, 04:24:03 pm
Medical Records


Ship Specific (If going by an assumed name):
The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep3 - A Tale of Darling-Do
October 22, 2019, 11:31:09 am
Location: Cargo Bay

"She's easy, Preacher."

He appreciated Barnaby's confidence in him, but paid very close attention to the instructions anyway. The whole explanation took maybe 30 seconds. As much as he wanted to think yeah, this can't be that hard, he didn't want to jinx it - in as much as he believed in jinxes.

"I'm obliged to your concern, Preacher. Rightly so. It's a perilous task we got ahead. Hope you'll trust when I say that what I got planned will guarantee nobody on Darling gets hurt. Tabby. Riot Rian. Yourself. Even Mr. Arlo."

Viktor couldn't help but notice his specifics. "Nobody on Darling gets hurt." Not, "Nobody gets hurt." He didn't ask after it, though. The Captain seems pushed enough at this point with everything going on. No need for the preacher to push his conscience further.

There was a long pause between the two. It felt like a building of tension. Of the unsaid words. Of the undone actions. Of the promises to be kept or broken. Of the weight of Goodweather's decisions and leadership. And suddenly, a request he didn't often get on this ship, "Will you pray for me, Preacher?"

He could count on one hand the number of times that one of the crew had specifically asked for prayer. He cherished them all but he also knew that this kind of request meant danger, a heavy heart or a burdened mind.

"Captain, I may not technically be part of this crew but I've been on this ship long enough to think of every one of you as family. I pray for you all daily, even though some of you might wish I didn't. I will pray for you, Captain. I will pray for all of us."
The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep3 - A Tale of Darling-Do
October 18, 2019, 01:39:27 pm
Viktor figured he should have a word with his Captain before this whole thing went down.

He saw Barnaby in the cargo bay from the doorway. He called into the room. "Cap, 'scuse me. If you have a minute I'd like a word if I could?"

He realized, as he moved farther into the room to join his friend, that he was still looking a bit rumpled from the day. His clothes were wrinkled and there were still dirt smudges on his pants. He shrugged to himself. There were more important things to worry about right now.

"I mightily appreciate you taking my predilections into concern. Fair warning, machines don't tend to like me too much but I got a hold of a basic manual that I'd briefly looked over." He waved his had in the general direction of the crane machinery.

"But, if I may speak openly now, Captain, my main concern is for you and the rest of the crew. I know you are in charge here, but I'm really not sure this plan is a good idea and trusting Abernathy, even less so. Please tell me that you know something I don't to alleviate my fears."
The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep3 - A Tale of Darling-Do
October 12, 2019, 04:49:06 pm
A lot had happened in a very short time and it all made Viktor's head spin a little. The tea trick worked beautifully - thank you Tabby! - but no sooner was everyone amped to retake their than the Captain informed them all that it wasn't necessary.
Abernathy was a shady character and it was just about guaranteed that his plan to "rescue" Mona was just as shady. Unfortunately, there wasn't much the preacher could do about it at this moment except for follow Captain's orders. This would mean studying.
Viktor was never very good with machines and he was no luddite by any means but the darn things just didn't seem very agreeable to him. He hoped the "crash course" wouldn't involve too much crashing.
Nevertheless, he got ahold of a basic manual to look over so he could at least appear somewhat comptent before actually being shown how to use the thing.
The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep3 - A Tale of Darling-Do
September 05, 2019, 10:13:10 am

"Viktor dear, what kind would you like?"

He had ignored her correction from Ms. Tabitha to Tabby. He knew her preference, but stress'll do what it does. He addressed her question about tea instead.

"None for me, thanks. I think I'm all tea-d out for the moment."

His eyes scanned the counters quickly. He was pretty sure he'd left his Bible in here from reading it when he couldn't sleep - before his own dose of the tea he'd recommended for the professional gentlemen. He found it on the counter, pushed to the corner as to save it from food or drink spills. Reaching for it, he watched Tabby grab the accursed mixture along with the proper teas and begin setting to her work as hostess. 

With Tabitha flitting around making tea and conversation, Viktor felt free to sit and assess. He pulled a chair to the far wall, so his back would be against it and he could see everyone in the room. He sat back with his feet firmly planted on the floor. He leaned his Bible against his chest as if to read it and opened to his bookmarked place. The posture would allow him to look over the Book on occasion without much suspicion and to stand quickly should it be needed. 

He recognized the passages he'd been studying, something to assist a young woman he was counselling. Unfortunately, it was not relevant to their current situation. As much as he had Faith and believed in Miracles, things didn't generally happen that way and usually required much more preparation and study. 

His eyes moved back and forth across the page, but he wasn't really reading. He was listening for any usual information or tell-tale signs of dissonance or scuffle deaper in the ship. The conversation in the galley wasn't anything of particular use at the moment. Except, it reminded Viktor that these people were just that. People. They had lives and families and dreams regardless of their underhanded jobs. He wished Tabitha hadn't talked about families, but there wasn't much to do about that now. 

Before long, Viktor saw their lids getting heavy and their limbs and heads begining to droop. They would be completely out before too long, but he waited another minute or so to speak on the off chance that they were still alert enough to hear him and hit some sort of panic button or call to their boss. 

"Tabs?" he questioned, "will their doses last as long and be as deep as the one you gave me? What kind of time are we working with here?"

Asking the question, he second guessed that his request did not include Arlo. He wasn't sure if the unknown man was going to be a hindrance or a help in this situation. Only time would tell.
The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep3 - A Tale of Darling-Do
August 05, 2019, 09:41:51 am
Inside The Darling

As long as he'd known it, being inside the ship meant safety to the preacher. So, once they had scurried on-board he was all prepared to let out a small sigh of relief. Problem was, much like the pattern set by prior hours in the day, something was going wrong. The captain had slid in, well enough, but a number of her crew were still missing and despite their leader's reassurances that in the end no one would be left behind; it was still a poor feeling to not have them here. 

Viktor didn't have time to dally on that, however, as orders were being given, introductions made, and interruptions abounded. Between his captain's orders, the mysterious stranger, the even more mysterious intruder and the alliance banging on the door as if to bust it in, Viktor's attention was all over the place. He wasn't quite sure where to focus it, but the guns suddenly pointed at them tended to narrow that focus. 

"You and I will go to the cockpit [...] Maurice and Raul will supervise the rest of the crew."

Viktor reckoned that Riot's job to decouple whatever gauge would take her to the engine room with either Maurice or Raul and the other would remain with Tabby, Arlo and himself. Three against one wasn't bad odds. Two against one really - Tabitha should probably just stay out of the way. But then, didn't this Mr. Abernathy imply that Arlo had been with him at some point? Well... he'd still had worse odds than one on one. Man oh man, I'd just love to go back to some regular ol' preachin' soon.

The thought was barely out of his head when Tabitha starting being Tabitha. "I'm sorry, pardon me, sirs? Would either of you like some tea?"

The preacher rolled his eyes up to the ceiling in a weary sort of way. As much as he appreciated Tabby and loved her like a little sister, sometimes he wondered that the girl didn't have much sense in her noggin. Guns out, kidnapping in progress and she asks about tea. He opened his mouth the scold her as she started towards the galley, but thought better of it. He didn't want to make her feel badly and the goons weren't shooting - as of yet - at her turned back. 

Now that he thought about it, getting as much space between them with their escort and the other members of this little kidnapping gang seemed wise. Maybe she did know what she was doing after all. Her mention of calming tea reminded Viktor of the sleeping tincture she'd given him last night. Had that only been last night? It felt like weeks ago.

Was he reading too much into her request or was she being really very clever? Following her farther into the ship, he tried to think of the most subtle way of asking her without alerting everyone else. 

"Ms. Tabitha," he used his colloquial way of addressing her, which he only used when he was feeling particularly brotherly or else very exhausted and falling back into his old speech patterns. "What about that tea you made special for me last night? It was very settling for me, and might be just what these fine gentleman need. What do you think? Do you have any left?"
The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
June 28, 2019, 09:56:04 am
The preacher could not be sure exactly what was going on behind him with his two crewmates, but he was certain that Riot would do her level best to make sure Tabitha was safe. That's all he really needed to set his mind to ease. Or at least, as much ease as it could be in, in this cacophony of a situation. 

After one glance at the man and his attire, the crow began to slowly merge and move toward him like sheep to their shepherd. He felt a twinge of guilt low in his stomach. Using his pastoral position in such a way was surely a sin, but it was one he would have to atone for later. Right now he needed to be the soldier, not the preacher. 

The gathering crowd pushed in on them. The heat of their bodies and the chatter of their murmuring voices crashed in like a wave. He'd gotten their attention sure enough and they were providing not only cover, but an additional distraction to the Alliance officers. What did it say of his character now that he was willing to think of innocent civilians as good cover instead of bystanders who could be hurt or even killed in a firefight? He tried not to think about it too much. They just needed to get out, get safe. Then he could get his head, and his soul, right.

The eager crowd was waiting for his word, the secret he had promised. He gazed at them and hesitated. This was taking it too far. He had made the wrong decision. What could he tell these people, in good faith, as they unknowingly guarded him from his enemies?

Gunshots and chaos broke out, saving Viktor from bearing further false witness here. He ducked as low as his tall frame would allowing, crossing himself. People were running this way and that. Screams echoed off the ships and in his brain. He whirled around pushing through the crowd back to Riot and Tabitha. He was jostled back in the wrong direction from the flow of bodies for a few seconds.

Faintly he heard the Alliance leader, "Don't let them get to their ship!" Her voice was nearly swallowed by all the other sounds of the bedlam, but it was no far stretch to know she was talking about them. 

Viktor could only hope the mayhem could keep the officers busy. He didn't take the time to look back and check. He could see Riot and Tabby now and Riot had eyes to his six. He trusted her to not let some Alliance scum shoot him in the back. 

He stood up a little straighter from his crouching movement feeling ever safer the closer he got to his ship. When he was close enough for them to hear him, he said, "Time to go children!"

He hoped one of the closer two would get his drift and key in the code to open the door.  
The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
June 17, 2019, 01:13:58 pm
Location: The Market

As they walked the short distance back to the ship Viktor noticed the soldiers becoming more and more distracted by the crowds. Unfortunately for those gathering they were becoming more physical with the bystanders as well. Viktor was torn between calling the soldiers out and keeping his head down for their little group's sake.

Out of nowhere, a voice behind them called out "Fancy a watch?" The scalper grabbed the Alliance leader and pulled her around to face away from the Darling group. Her soldiers turned as well giving the crew a moment of relief.

If he could get the pushing crowd to file inbetween the Alliance and themselves there would be more of an opportunity to do.... something. The crowd was already likely to either draw in or scatter quickly because of the commotion with the watch seller. He might be able to incentivise them to come closer instead of pulling away.

Viktor took his chance. He made a shoo-ing motion for Riot and Tabby towards the ship and stepped away from them. He lifted his hands and raised his voice: "Friends and travelers, gather around! Gather around and I will tell you a secret..."

He wasn't sure what he was going to do if his plan worked and even less sure if it didn't. But, most people - even Alliance - gave a certain leeway to men of the cloth. And he was just doing his job, after all.
The Darling IC / Re: S1:Ep2 - Blasting Off Again
June 03, 2019, 03:16:55 pm
Location: The Market

Alliance soldiers stepped out of their path back to the docking area but formed a steady and eager wall between them and the rest of the market. They seemed twitchy, fingers itching to squeeze triggers and deal with this the easy way. But, for now, the woman in charge had a firm hold on them and they'd apparently attempt to be polite and civil.

Viktor remained wary of the officers but was resigned to going along for the time being. He didn't think he was going to make it to Temple to pay his respects today, after all. Tabitha was bound to be upset that the officers were not likely to let them continue their shopping. He, however, would be glad to get out of this situation with the least amount of tussle possible.

Keeping his position as second to Riot, he did his best to stay in between the officers and Tabby as they made their way back to the ship. Turning his head toward her, he whispered, "Maybe you should let us handle conversation with our new friend from here out. She doesn't seem to be taking a shine to you."

Through his own comms he said, "Headed back home now Rian, a little light on the groceries. We'll have to have those ribs another time."
Powered by EzPortal