Episode 2: Catch a Tiger By The Toe

Started by Lomari, September 08, 2019, 11:05:37 am

Izak Archer

Izak was pretty sure he fought the urge to roll his eyes at least once. On the plus side, Isa was back in charge, and perhaps that would bring some civility back to Melody's behavior...but he could be wrong.

He was wrong about most things so far this trip.

There was not much for him to say either.

He sighed quietly as Holger passed by him with Pete in tow. Then turned around to follow. Unfortunately, he failed to pack any of his own liquor. But he had a feeling there would have been some stashed away on the ship somewhere.
Lucky for the crew, he new just where to look...Isa's soon to be Captain's cabin. Izak had yet to meet an officer without a drink of choice.

"I'll meet you there, I know where to find some," he hollered as he went further into the ship.

Joakim Soong

Jo buried his head in his hands and rubbed his temples. These past few days had been stressful enough, and he could not deal with Pete's confession on top of it all... so he would not deal with it. No dealing. Today, he would give himself a holiday from dealing. God knows they had all deserved a break.

...But first things first. As they were getting up from the table, he turned to address their new pilot.

"Could you please give me your full name, date of birth and place of birth? For a background check. I'm sure you understand."

As an afterthought, upon realizing he was sounding a little too much like a clerk at the tax office, he flashed her his best making-friends smile. It felt like ages since he'd had to use that smile; most of his social interactions over the past few years had been carried out via the Cortex, and the bonds between him and the other crew members had been forged in fire thanks to the big ship heist they'd pulled together. After something like that, there didn't seem to be much need to put your best face forward and trade pleasantries. They were all partners in crime and that was that. But the new recruit was still... new, so Jo supposed he had no choice but to try to make friends with her the old-fashioned way. He hadn't exactly been a social butterfly before abandoning his studies, friends and girlfriend to become a reclusive cyber-outlaw, but he felt extra rusty.

Rashy Pete

Pete bobbed his head in time with Holger's tune, almost grasping the words behind them but - as in most cases - his mental reach was left lacking. Scratching at a sapping patch of irritated skin on his neck, Pete rubbed a pair of brain cells together like hot-wiring the neighbor's mule and tried to relate with Holger. "Da-da da-da, da-da; da-da da-daaa, da-da!. Got it! Okay. Alright. So we're drinkin' and we're pissin'. Sounds good. So, uh - Miss. How long have you been a pirate?"

Pete flinched at Holger's response, whether such a reaction was warranted or not, and nodded in mock understanding. "Awesome, okay. Yeah. Suresuresure... So uh. Are you just holding that bottle, or is it my turn to sing?"
"You better squeeze all the Charmin you can, While Mr. Whipple's not around;
Put your head in the microwave, and get yourself a tan"


- "Dare To Be Stupid", 'Weird Al' Yankovic

Tereza

October 26, 2019, 01:05:31 pm #23 Last Edit: October 27, 2019, 11:27:35 am by Tereza
Quote from: Joakim Soong on October 11, 2019, 04:17:42 am"I'm all for making life miserable for the Alliance," he chimed in. "But I'm even more interested in passing a proper share of our loot over to folks who really need it. I know it's in the name and all, but we shouldn't let ourselves get sidetracked by the revenging part of the mission."

The man had a point. Sort of. Getting consumed by the idea of revenge wasn't going to be profitable for them, or for anyone else if they were so inclined. Stealing from the rich, giving to the poor. As long as they could still fill their own pockets while they were at it Tereza was on board. She gave a small smile to Joakim and a nod. "You've got a point there. We can't beat ourselves bloody just to cause problems, need to keep everyone else in mind."


Quote from: Joakim Soong on October 22, 2019, 01:32:44 am"Could you please give me your full name, date of birth and place of birth? For a background check. I'm sure you understand."

Tereza returned the smile with one that came much more comfortably to her face. "My name is Tereza Kovačević. I was born in Landowne Estate on Bellerophon thirty six years ago, split my time growing up there and on the Narisovannyye Zvezdy Space Station. Think that should be enough. If you want references contact Vedushchiy Koloss, they are paramilitary contractors."

Then Holger was leading an investigation into the ship to see if there was any booze stocked aboard. Which probably meant raiding officer's foot lockers. Tereza stood and began to follow the two men. It should also prove to be a good time to find a room proper. She couldn't just live in the Cockpit and one of the heads.
Dark be the sky
Dense be the clouds
Thunders seem to fright
And storm will take the lives
The sun sets and rise
But the cut above will always FLY
-- Ravi Chan

Isa Romero

October 28, 2019, 04:09:47 pm #24 Last Edit: November 03, 2019, 07:30:12 pm by Lomari
Location: Rec Room

Thinking longingly about that bottle of whiskey, Isa waited for Mel, pulling her towards the rec room once her XO appeared. Giving her friend a firm but brief embrace, Isa smiled and released Mel back to a more comfortable distance, for both of them. It was uncommon for her to address someone so informally but they weren't in the military anymore, and this certainly wasn't a military ship.  But it was home.

Stepping back Isa put her hands behind her back, what she would call a relaxed position. "Right well, what kind of team did you scrounge up here.  I know Izak, and I've met Tereza. Who else do we have? And is there anything else I should know?"

Holger Heyerdahl

Holger, only too glad to share in libations, passed Pete the bottle as they ventured into the heart of the ship. With their short time aboard and his injury and the killing of and cleaning up after the killing of the crew, there had not yet been much time for exploring. "Shipping is a long time thing for me after the war." He said, peeking into a room they passed. "Shitter." He said before moving on to more interesting areas of the ship. "Holger is big. Holger is mean. Mean and big is what Holger gets paid for." They passed the kitchen, which he knew all too well, and outside of which there was still a gash in the wall from his knife. "Stuck this here." He said pointing from the knife at his belt to the hole.

"Clothes room." As a corridor met them next. Holger rather liked his new uniform, though some part of him realized he couldn't wear it forever. But it did make him feel shiny. But the boots were not for running and the jacket was not for fighting. Starchy and tight in the wrong places. Stairs came next, which descended into the belly of the beast. "Down here I wonder what." The fact that he was leading them, inadvertently, to the crew quarters didn't occur to him. Since he'd bonked his noggin, Holger had been sleeping in the med bay on Melody's order and by the prissy doctor lady's force of will.

The dorms. A peek inside revealed to Holger that they had found what they were looking for. "Stinky man. You look here." He said pointing one out. "Tiny revenge woman, you go to here." He said pointing out another. Meeting their eyes with a mischievous smile, he said, "We look for things all of us." Holger set his sights on a third dorm.

Melody

November 03, 2019, 07:29:38 pm #26 Last Edit: November 03, 2019, 07:37:17 pm by Lomari
Location: Rec Room

Melody grimaced a little at the question, sighing and putting her hands on her hips in thought. Holger seemed to be getting better, if his slightly more intelligible thoughts were any indication, but Pete wasn't getting any less...Pete. Her hands rose from her sides to rub at her face in frustration, a breath turned groan slipping past her fingers.

"Izak, you know. Uptight, combative, boring," she muttered, lowering her hands just enough to eye her friend over her fingertips. "Tereza, newcomer. Great pilot. Ready to throw down, it seems, when she feels she's on the right side of things. Promising, I think," the pilot continued. Moving away from her friend, she leaned her shoulder against the wall and looked around at the room she hadn't seen in quite some time. It was all pretty trippy, being back here. It all looked the same, and yet everything was different.

"Holger, I trust him with my life. And yours. And everyone else's on board. Ex Browncoat. Tried to kill each other." The corner of Mel's lips quirked upward as she remembered that day fondly. Before one Marine had shown up, it had been a pretty good day. "Jo, also new. But he helped us track down the ship and found your broadcast telling us to run. Useful, wants to do something meaningful, level-headed. Seems a fine crew member." She shrugged her free shoulder.

"Pete..." Melody looked physically pained, her hand coming up to brush her hair away from her face. "I don't...I can't," she concluded, not having any reasonable way to explain the whirlwind of a man. "And...the doctor," she began, thinking on it a moment and standing up straight. "We should go peek in on her. Found her aboard the ship. Still Alliance, but she did try to fix up Holger. I trust her about as much as I trust that hwen dan who discharged you..."

Izak Archer

Sliding into the soon to be Isa's cabin, Izak had been rummaging through a few of the soon to be taken up cabinets, and found a handful of bottles. The previous commander seemed to have traditional tastes. He found whiskey, vodka, and a bottle of cognac. The latter of the three was the smallest bottle and he brought that to his cabin before seeking out the singing behemoth and the rest of the crew.

He did not have far to go, they were nearly in the crew quarters.

Approaching the group he had a bottle in each had.

"Holger, whiskey or vodka?" He glanced towards the rest of the group. "Anyone else?"

Isa Romero

Isa listened quietly as Melody gave the run down of their crew. Certainly not what she was used to, which meant she would probably have to...chill out. Though their doctor/captive did pose a problem of sorts. Why did she seem like a willing participant...yet not all at the same time. Perhaps a private word with the good doctor would be necessary later. She nodded and processed everything thrown at her, at least she knew their names.


"Well....they aren't....terrible. They're functional...for the most part." Isa tried to reassure herself, "We really won't know until our first job, and I guess if someone gets shot, well...maybe it's weeding out the weakest one...With that said, we have a job. I'm just waiting on the details. For now, we should probably join the crew." Isa stepped a aside and stretched her arm out indicating her friend and XO could go first. She wasn't sure how this all was going to play out. But she had her ship, and soon her revenge.

Rashy Pete

Holger's manner of speech set Pete at ease they walked. It was simple, honest, and direct. Pete took the opportunity to learn more about Holger's trade. Apparently the man had been in transport since his time in the military. Guess it makes sense he feels more comfortable in a uniform. the so-called mechanic reasoned to himself in silence as the bearded giant of a man pointed out the water closet. "Oh. So that's where the bathrooms are. I was looking around for that for days."

Pete wasn't sure what Alliance standards on beards of Holger's lengths were, and trying to imagine the man without one made him feel queasy. As Holger pointed out the hole he'd made in the wall, Pete had to agree that someone with that kind of strength must've been really useful in the shipping business - particularly when it came to moving freight. Holger continued to point out the ship's amenities before the group approached the living quarters. From there, Holger suggested they all split up and search the rooms.

Pete checked under his arms and realized Holger was right - he certainly did smell. He tried to remember how long it'd been since he'd taken a bath, and when he ran out of fingers he figured it was probably time. He reasoned he would need a change of clothes as well, and went about looking for something in the room's wardrobe. He reasoned the tank top and shorts within might be a bit too small, but figured they'd work while his own clothes were in the wash. He also happened upon a tambourine and a hidden stash of Old Earth Style with only a few shots missing.

He crossed the hall toward the showers while no one was looking, scrubbed up before the water could get too hot, and heeded Melody's advice with an Alliance issue disposable toothbrush. Unable to locate any proper toothpaste (similarly having resorted to using hand soap to wash up in the shower), Pete reasoned alcohol should be just as effective in cleaning his mouth as it was in cleaning engine parts. After dumping his coveralls and particularly ripe underclothes into the laundry chute, Pete stepped out into the hallway feeling like a new man. A new man wearing uncomfortably tight athletic shorts, a sports bra, and a silky, dark blue night robe the hem of which cut off around mid-thigh, and carrying a tambourine and a bottle of bourbon.

By the time Izak entered the corridor to ask for Holger's opinion, Pete glanced around to find he was the first one there. "Vodka sounds nice. Do you think there's any tomato juice in the kitchen? Ketchup also works." Pete looked down at items in his hands and shifted awkwardly in the pink, puffy flip-flops he'd worn while showering. Looking up at Izak with an expression of sudden discomfort, Pete considered it'd be nice to offer Izak something in return. First he offered the tambourine. Then the Old Earth Style. Then the tambourine again. Then the bourbon. Then the...
"You better squeeze all the Charmin you can, While Mr. Whipple's not around;
Put your head in the microwave, and get yourself a tan"


- "Dare To Be Stupid", 'Weird Al' Yankovic

HumanHyperbole

November 19, 2019, 06:50:34 pm #30 Last Edit: November 19, 2019, 06:53:03 pm by HumanHyperbole
It was starting to feel like things were settling into their rightful place. The Revenge effortlessly glided through the void of space, carrying them along in her warm embrace. That feeling of home felt natural, or maybe it was the booze. Either way, things felt good, and for now at least, and in the relative matter for those hurtling themselves through the harsh emptiness of space on a regular basis, they were safe.

The celebrations and libations gave way to a new day, hangovers, another night for hydration and recovery or just more spirits, and a message from Isa's contact. It was just a set of coordinates about two hours at full burn away. The message followed with the simple request that they await further instructions once there and concluded with those tantalizing four words:

High Risk. High Reward.

Holger Heyerdahl

November 21, 2019, 07:16:35 am #31 Last Edit: November 21, 2019, 07:17:16 am by noseatbelts
"I don't like horses!" Holger said, waking himself up in the process. He'd been having a strange dream, to which he'd become accustomed. It wasn't the head injury or the heavy drinking either. His mother had always said he had an active imagination, telling tall tales and wild stories throughout his youth. His brother, Fridtjof, claimed to communicate with the Gods, and said that dreams were a direct conversation with them. That they held the mysteries of the universe. As a result, Fridtjof slept often. Holger didn't know why his brother's Gods would have him teaching horses to swim in a lake of jelly, but Fridtjof was the spiritual one. Not Holger.

Holger looked up and saw the ceiling of the cargo bay far above. This tracked with his memory of the previous night. After Izak had found the bottles of booze, a boon to their meager search, they had commenced with the drinking as proper pirates should. They passed around the bottles as they each shared in drinking songs and at one point they played a game they dubbed "Holger Ball." Holger Ball consisted of trying to get an empty jug of cleaning solution (the closest approximation to a ball they could find in the supply closet) away from Holger, who held it above his head. Any means necessary were allowed. Broom handles, step stools, even tasers had been utilized. If someone retrieved the ball from Holger, they were to finish their drink. Holger did not try very hard to keep it away from people.

He tried to sit up and realized he was being held down by something. A glance down at his chest revealed an arm wrapped around him. Under his arm he found the Stinky Man snoring softly. He did not stink so much today, which Holger was glad of. He was a strange man, this Pete, but Holger was beginning to like him. People often called Holger strange, so they had that in common. He looked almost sweet in his face. Like a weird baby angel with flaky skin... and a foot coming out of his face. Holger followed the foot to a leg and saw that Melody had joined in their pile. This made Holger smile. Melody worried too much and Holger was glad to see her not worrying and having fun. When he thought about it, Melody may have been the one with the taser. Beneath his legs, Holger found Skinny Computer Man- Jo-uh-kim. Holger was glad to be learning everyone's names.

Holger sat up, fighting off a case of spinny head brought on by the hangover, the head injury, or sitting up too fast (he was used to all three) and got to his feet with some effort, not worrying about bothering any of those sleeping around him. In fact- "Revenge, it is morning!" Or at least as morning as it got whilst in space. "Food we shall eat. Then a ship we take. Then we eat and drink more! Up Revenge! Up! All get up now!"

Melody

"Revenge, it is morning!"

Melody jerked awake, her hand instinctively going to the sidearm she had taken off before drinking for exactly this reason. Still, it took a second or two for her shoulders and abdomen to relax enough for her to lay back down, a sigh escaping her as her eyes closed again. She laid like that for a moment, trying to push away the spinning sensation in her head, the pounding at the base of her skull, and the wet feeling at her toe.

Wait.

The pilot's eyes opened and she pushed up onto her elbows, sitting up just enough to look down the length of her leg toward her foot where Pete laid with his free arm wrapped around her ankle like he were snuggling with a teddy bear, his cheek resting against the top of her foot as he sucked on his thumb, a puddle of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth onto her big toe. Her expression wavered between horror and indignation but couldn't seem to settle on one for longer than a moment or two.

"Food we shall eat. Then a ship we take. Then we eat and drink more! Up Revenge! Up! All get up now!"

She pulled her unencumbered foot back a good distance before grunting and kicking Pete away from her foot, moving her body backward to pull it free the rest of the way. Standing, Melody looked around for her boots, spotting them hanging from a metal bar Holger's height away from the ground, tied together with their own laces. She squinted suspiciously at them, once again patting her hip where her gun should have been. Giving up on it materializing there for her, her hand moved up to rest on her forehead, a groan of mild pain slipping past her lips.

"Revenge is up," she assured Holger, eyeing him with one eye, the other closed tight to stop the headache from popping it.

Joakim Soong

"I don't like horses!"

Jo stirred from his dark, dreamless slumber, feeling sweaty and sticky and like he was being crushed under the legs of a six-foot giant of Scandinavian descent. He didn't dare open his eyes: his head felt like it was stuck in a vise, and although he was lying perfectly still at the moment, he was pretty confident any attempt at movement would make him throw up all over himself.

Jo wasn't much of a drinker. In fact, he couldn't recall getting drunk since his time in engineering school, when his girlfriend had dragged him out with her friends and he'd ingested the ole giggle water just to humor her. That was ages ago, though, and Jo hadn't touched the stuff since. Maybe this was why? No, he couldn't remember his hangovers ever feeling this bad. Was this just how it was once you turned 30?

How had even managed to get himself in this state? Surely, he had been careful? Yes, he had been careful... at first. But the atmosphere of camaraderie had snuck up on him; for the first time in years he'd been surrounded by people with whom he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down, and by the time they started playing "Holger Ball", he had a decent buzz going, and his inner 13-year-old who always sucked at sports came out and went all in, encouraged by the fact that he was doing well in a game for the first time in his life. In hindsight, Holger might have let him win more than a few times.

Speaking of Holger...

"Revenge, it is morning!"

Oh God. His voice felt like a sledgehammer to the skull.

"Food we shall eat. Then a ship we take. Then we eat and drink more! Up Revenge! Up! All get up now!"

Make it stop.

"Revenge is up," he heard Melody's voice from somewhere to his right. His ego felt a little reassured by the fact that she didn't sound too hot herself, although unfortunately it did nothing to alleviate his headache and nausea.

"Speak for yourself," he mumbled, still refusing to open his eyes. His tongue felt like parchment in his mouth. "I'm just going to lie down forever."

Izak Archer

At some point during the night of drunken shenanigans Izak remembered hitting his limit, stumbling to his bed, and taking a shot off the top of the bottle of cognac his that he stashed the night before.

After that, he stumbled back to the bridge and spent the rest of the night sleeping in his chair as Holger's singing echoed throughout the ship, and he woke up with his neck hurting more than his head. It wasn't exactly planned out well, but at least he avoided however the evening ended.

He slipped down to the galley to grab some water and almost spit it out as Holger woke the crew.

"Bloody hell does he always have to be so loud? he asked himself in a whisper. He popped his head in the room as the jumble of people that resulted from the singing and traditional dance the night before and shook his head. "I'm on the bridge for watch if you need me," he said plainly and headed back up.

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