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Extravia

Classification: Sirian Prototype Gunship 5B (Modified)
Length: 154 yards from Forward to Stern. 66 yards From Port to Starboard. Seven Decks, roughly 44 yards, with a total crew compliment of 102.
Minimum Crew (Excluding Security and Medical Personnel with all weapon alcoves manned) 74.
Armament: 32 Mark 3 Sirian Interactive Energy Cannon Alcoves. 54 Mark 4 Sirian Tactical Automated Energy Cannons. Two Primary Triple Barrel Mark 5 Energy Cannons. Primary and Secondary Shielding, Type 4 and 2.5 respectively.
Specifications: Primary Type 3 Deuterium Power Generator. Secondary Type 1 Deuterium Power Generator. Quad Signal Array for multiple tractors, beaming, or other Sweeping Array Functions. Limited Long Range Sensor Capabilities. Mark 5 Prototype Targeting Sensors. Primary Type 5 Ion Solar Drive with Two Secondary Mark 3 Ion Solar Drives running in parallel. Type 2 Inter-dimensional Wake Drive.

While lacking in size and beauty, the Extravia makes up for it in firepower. Her outer hull is composed of a Silver, Mithiril, and Titanium compound designed to be both light, yet extremely durable. The ship towers over fourteen stories tall, and could cover a small village with its shadow. Her outer hull is sleek and slender, devoid of rough edges or sudden stops. Everything is smooth and rounded, giving her an attractive ovular look from forward to stern. Save for the two primary cannons, which are massive mounted structures over ten feet tall and wide with triple barrels. They can pivot in nearly any direction, giving them full range of motion to cover every angle of the ship except the stern.

The Extravia is divided into roughly five sections: Bridge, Engineering, Command, Operations, Primary Facilities (Medical, Security, Weapons Storage), and Crew Quarters. Each one is a section of the ship’s design itself. The Bridge sits just forward of the Command Section, ovular shaped except for the back end where it connects with the deck allowing entrance. Primary Facilities is another ovular section of the ship, placed on top of the larger Operations section, with Crew Quarters the smaller rounded section at the bottom of the ship. Engineering builds right into Operations section, centered behind the ship’s massive primary Ion Solar Drive. Each of the larger sections (Primary, Operations, Crew Quarters) also has a thruster nacelle attached to the ship. There are three each on the port and starboard sides. They are positioned vertically with each other, the top and bottom two angling 90 degrees upward, with the middle sticking straight out at an equal distance. The two shuttle docks (On each side of the ship, for a total of four) are near the supports to these nacelles, giving them a little added protection as the ships only means of escape when threatened with being destroyed.

The Interior of the ship has been repainted from its Gold and Red primary colors (which were the same as the exterior of the ship) to be more of a light gold with blue highlights. The interior paneling has also been changed allowing the power conduits to glow through the walls for an added lighting effect. Making quite beautiful patterns across the corridors. Each deck is accessed by shafts, with levitating platforms that take you through access shafts throughout the ship. They are all interconnected, moving you up and down at your desire and sometimes sideways through the heavily accessed areas. There are also some smaller crawl space access shafts, which serve as maintenance corridors on the ship.

Primary Facilities:

(Deck 7) This area of the ship is small, but serves a vital purpose in the ships primary functions. Here is where the communications array, medical quarters, and security station are. This includes the holding cells as well as the primary weapons locker for the ship. Droid Command is also on this deck, though it is accessible only by crawlspace

Command:

(Deck 6)The Command deck is smaller, mostly access shafts that lead to various places on the ship. There are 10 weapon alcoves (5 each on the Port and Starboard sides) near the forward edge of the ship right outside the Bridge doors. This is also one of the major damage control areas of the ship. Most of the Primary Power Conduits run through here routing command to the bridge. A little known fact is secondary helm control is at the back of this section, directly above engineering.

Operations:

(Decks 5 and 4) Another primary area for critical ship mechanics. Quite a few relay and secondary power conduits line the walls, as well as the majority of Weapon Alcoves. Twenty-two in total; eleven per side of the ship. These are the last of the ones that can be manually controlled, though there are aft weapons as well as more cannons on the underside of the ship to cover every angle of the Extravia: simply not as powerful as their sister-cannons. Engineering is at the aft of both decks, a room that is dual leveled around the Inter-dimensional drive chamber. The Signal Array room, responsible for transportation and tractor technology is at the forward section of the ship just past the last alcoves.

Crew Quarters:

(Decks 3 and 2) Going into the lower levels of the ship is where one would find the crew area for the Extravia. Sirians enjoyed comfort, so their quarters come with all the bells and whistles. There are several full blown holographic rooms for training or otherwise, two large recreation rooms with Date Terminals and holographic displays, group use food replicators. The rooms on Deck 3 are more for public crewing, while the twenty or so on deck two are single, private rooms including the overly large Captain’s Quarters.

The Belly:
Classification: Sirian Prototype Gunship 5B (Modified)
Length: 154 yards from Forward to Stern. 66 yards From Port to Starboard. Seven Decks, roughly 44 yards, with a total crew compliment of 102.
Minimum Crew (Excluding Security and Medical Personnel with all weapon alcoves manned) 74.
Armament: 32 Mark 3 Sirian Interactive Energy Cannon Alcoves. 54 Mark 4 Sirian Tactical Automated Energy Cannons. Two Primary Triple Barrel Mark 5 Energy Cannons. Primary and Secondary Shielding, Type 4 and 2.5 respectively.
Specifications: Primary Type 3 Deuterium Power Generator. Secondary Type 1 Deuterium Power Generator. Quad Signal Array for multiple tractors, beaming, or other Sweeping Array Functions. Limited Long Range Sensor Capabilities. Mark 5 Prototype Targeting Sensors. Primary Type 5 Ion Solar Drive with Two Secondary Mark 3 Ion Solar Drives running in parallel. Type 2 Inter-dimensional Wake Drive.

While lacking in size and beauty, the Extravia makes up for it in firepower. Her outer hull is composed of a Silver, Mithiril, and Titanium compound designed to be both light, yet extremely durable. The ship towers over fourteen stories tall, and could cover a small village with its shadow. Her outer hull is sleek and slender, devoid of rough edges or sudden stops. Everything is smooth and rounded, giving her an attractive ovular look from forward to stern. Save for the two primary cannons, which are massive mounted structures over ten feet tall and wide with triple barrels. They can pivot in nearly any direction, giving them full range of motion to cover every angle of the ship except the stern.

The Extravia is divided into roughly five sections: Bridge, Engineering, Command, Operations, Primary Facilities (Medical, Security, Weapons Storage), and Crew Quarters. Each one is a section of the ship’s design itself. The Bridge sits just forward of the Command Section, ovular shaped except for the back end where it connects with the deck allowing entrance. Primary Facilities is another ovular section of the ship, placed on top of the larger Operations section, with Crew Quarters the smaller rounded section at the bottom of the ship. Engineering builds right into Operations section, centered behind the ship’s massive primary Ion Solar Drive. Each of the larger sections (Primary, Operations, Crew Quarters) also has a thruster nacelle attached to the ship. There are three each on the port and starboard sides. They are positioned vertically with each other, the top and bottom two angling 90 degrees upward, with the middle sticking straight out at an equal distance. The two shuttle docks (On each side of the ship, for a total of four) are near the supports to these nacelles, giving them a little added protection as the ships only means of escape when threatened with being destroyed.

The Interior of the ship has been repainted from its Gold and Red primary colors (which were the same as the exterior of the ship) to be more of a light gold with blue highlights. The interior paneling has also been changed allowing the power conduits to glow through the walls for an added lighting effect. Making quite beautiful patterns across the corridors. Each deck is accessed by shafts, with levitating platforms that take you through access shafts throughout the ship. They are all interconnected, moving you up and down at your desire and sometimes sideways through the heavily accessed areas. There are also some smaller crawl space access shafts, which serve as maintenance corridors on the ship.

Primary Facilities:

(Deck 7) This area of the ship is small, but serves a vital purpose in the ships primary functions. Here is where the communications array, medical quarters, and security station are. This includes the holding cells as well as the primary weapons locker for the ship. Droid Command is also on this deck, though it is accessible only by crawlspace

Command:

(Deck 6)The Command deck is smaller, mostly access shafts that lead to various places on the ship. There are 10 weapon alcoves (5 each on the Port and Starboard sides) near the forward edge of the ship right outside the Bridge doors. This is also one of the major damage control areas of the ship. Most of the Primary Power Conduits run through here routing command to the bridge. A little known fact is secondary helm control is at the back of this section, directly above engineering.

Operations:

(Decks 5 and 4) Another primary area for critical ship mechanics. Quite a few relay and secondary power conduits line the walls, as well as the majority of Weapon Alcoves. Twenty-two in total; eleven per side of the ship. These are the last of the ones that can be manually controlled, though there are aft weapons as well as more cannons on the underside of the ship to cover every angle of the Extravia: simply not as powerful as their sister-cannons. Engineering is at the aft of both decks, a room that is dual leveled around the Inter-dimensional drive chamber. The Signal Array room, responsible for transportation and tractor technology is at the forward section of the ship just past the last alcoves.

Crew Quarters:

(Decks 3 and 2) Going into the lower levels of the ship is where one would find the crew area for the Extravia. Sirians enjoyed comfort, so their quarters come with all the bells and whistles. There are several full blown holographic rooms for training or otherwise, two large recreation rooms with Date Terminals and holographic displays, group use food replicators. The rooms on Deck 3 are more for public crewing, while the twenty or so on deck two are single, private rooms including the overly large Captain’s Quarters.

The Belly:

(Deck 1) Nicknamed for its use, this is where all the ships trash, waste, and otherwise is stored. There are a few rooms down here as well, which are primarily for emergency systems like the secondary shield generator, backup life support, emergency power, and a few other key systems. Likewise, since this area is heavily shielded it is one of the safest places to be for a crash, and even has seats to strap into down in one of the parts storage rooms.

Intranet

Being the ship's Intranet - a collection of what parts of the Internet of the planet were flagged for uploading when they last left - including research journals, design updates, and generally a cached copy of the internet from Sirian Planet Plus a collection of on-ship-generated material: Forums, videos, photographs and entertainment. The on-ship collection of the internet is updated anytime the ship comes in to port, but otherwise due to distances between the ship's net and the planet's net is known to be out of date until check stations or comm probes connect it back with the rest of the net at port.
(Deck 1) Nicknamed for its use, this is where all the ships trash, waste, and otherwise is stored. There are a few rooms down here as well, which are primarily for emergency systems like the secondary shield generator, backup life support, emergency power, and a few other key systems. Likewise, since this area is heavily shielded it is one of the safest places to be for a crash, and even has seats to strap into down in one of the parts storage rooms.

Intranet

Being the ship's Intranet - a collection of what parts of the internet of the planet were flagged for uploading when they last left - including research journals, design updates, and generally a cached copy of the internet from Sirian Planet. Plus a collection of on-ship-generated material: Forums, videos, photographs and entertainment. The on-ship collection of the internet is updated anytime the ship comes in to port, but otherwise due to distances between the ship's net and the planet's net is known to be out of date until check stations or comm probes connect it back with the rest of the net at port.

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Jake laughed, sketching her a

Jake laughed, sketching her a semi bow on his way out. He paused at the door to wriggle what little butt there was (really, the boy needed to eat more food and drink less caffeine), grinning at her before heading out the door with a half-arsed salute. More attitude in it than anything vaguely military. "Night - catch y'next shift -"

He headed down the hall, somehow feeling a little bit like he'd found a hand hold in freefall, there was no more spinning - mentally speaking. "huh."

thank you thaknk you! :) that was awesome

 

She grins happily, content

She grins happily, content that she had made him sweat, which is exactly what she had wanted to begin with. While it was not some full on shame, it was enough to content her teasing side.

She rolls her eyes when he says that it was an excuse for her to feel him up. Even so, she steps into the hug and wraps her arms about him. It was a fairly chaste hug, without any body melding going on. But, she did give him a tight embrace for a few seconds, before letting him go. "Thank you, too.

Now, if you'll please turn about and go, so I can finish my appraisal of your backside." She chuckles.

"Good night, Jakey."

 

Jake eyed her for a moment,

Jake eyed her for a moment, warily debating just which of his legs was getting yanked here or if she meant it. On the other hand, she'd now earned herself the nickname Three-toes-McGee. That was going to be fun to troll out in front of her on the next shift. At her reveal, he leaned back in the chair, laughing softly. "Oh... you are such a jerk." He grinned, shaking his head. "Alright -"

He quirked an eyebrow at the offer of a hug, then smiled - that hint of shy popping up before it's squelched under cocky swagger. "Just an excuse to feel up my ass, I know how it is." He winked at her. Still the offer of a hug was accepted and he stepped up to her to return the hug. "Thanks -"

 

With her free hand, she

With her free hand, she gestures to the foot that was inside a slipper. "Why do you think I keep that one covered? I only have three toes on it." She let the silence linger for a moment, hoping it became uncomfortable before snickering. "Kidding, kidding. It's fine, really." She pops off the slipper and wiggled her toys at him, having five.

She was still nursing her drink, even though it had cooled to barely above room temperature. "Thank you. I appreciate the help."

When he begins thanking her, she stands up and offers her arms to him. "Come here, you need a hug before you go."

 

Jake finished the coffee,

Jake finished the coffee, peering into it with an almost sad expression. So tasty and so quickly gone. He shook his head, such was the way of things. If anything the rarity made the goods taste that much better. He laughed as she deflected the offer to help rearrange, "No one needs five toes after all, four will do the job perfectly well -"

He set the mug down, sliding it to one side on the table. "Sounds good - I travel light enough I'll be around." Jake scrubbed a hand back through the spikes with a sigh as the coffee worked it's way through his system. "... alright - I should probably clear out and let you get back to it. Thank you - for - the coffee and for listening and all."

 

She had not been expecting

She had not been expecting Jakob to catch her off guard. But, it was not an unpleasant experience, if anything it endeared him to her.

She laughs in delight when he leans in, wondering what he was going to do or say. When he finishes the comment, she laughs even harder. "Hmm, I guess we do. I know I'm having fun right now, and that is all that matters."

She takes a look around the room, and then looks down at the broken monitor. After a moment of consideration, she shakes her head. "I could use a pair of strong hands to help me with any number of tasks." She grins "But not in rearranging the room." She shrugs. "Safety regulations are silly. Why can't I rearrange a fifty pound monitor on the wall, over by head, without proper shoes or gloves? If I want to do it, I should do it?

Why don't you swing by when we get back to planet? I'll need help packing."

 

He grinned widely at catching

He grinned widely at catching her off guard. Cheesecake flavored whipped cream - now that would be ... overdoing it probably. He chuckled into the drink. Besides, heavy cream and sugar on proper coffee and alcohol? That really was a drink not to meddle with.

"Bah. Normal people are weird. Weird people just admit it..." He flashed her a grin, leaning forward with a wicked smirk promising more trouble than he's worth. "And we enjoy it."

He lingered over the spiked coffee. "Want an assist with some of this? I'm more scrawny than strong - but I can at least be a second pair of hands -" He nodded towards the broken monitor. "Rearranging without a spotter - tsk tsk - what would the safety regs say about that?"

 

She stares at him for a

She stares at him for a moment with confusion before the reference hits her. "Ah, ha, no. No, that would taste horrible in this. But on cookies, cake, cupcakes, and desserts, it is definitely... definitely, cream cheese." She chuckles. "Clever."

When he waves her off, she laughs but does return the squeeze. "How quickly the affection fades." She sighs dramatically and looks to the ceiling. "I feel so alone now."

She does look back to him and takes a long sip of her spiked coffee. "Uh huh. See, that's the spirit. We're normal... kind of... mostly. Sitting in a metal tube around broken monitors and engines. Completely normal."

 

Jake's eyes dropped back to

Jake's eyes dropped back to his drink. Cooling just meant he could drink it a little faster and the burn in his stomach was a bit more, or less, at a reasonable rate. Familiar, and missed after over a year. He swirled the mug a little, mixing the melting whipped cream in. Whipped cream. Then chuckled, shooting her a teasing grin. "No cream cheese then?"

He waved her off, catching her hand a moment to return that squeeze. "Thanks." It was silly, but knowing at least one person knew and didn't think he was too far out of line for it - was good. He'd just have to watch for when - if - he stopped caring.

He laughed, "Between the two of us we average out at normal huh? Or at least some mythical social construct of 'normal' -"

 

Codelin was nursing her own

Codelin was nursing her own drink. The whipped cream on top was dissolved, and and the steam was no longer rolling off the top. But, she seemed to show no concern over it cooling. "Not a perfect answer, but I don't have one." She shrugs. "Just like I can't explain why missiles coming at the ship causes me to stand there, when everyone is doing their jobs."

She smiles. "Odd isn't it? You care that you're not a broken mess. I envy that. I screamed, cried, scrubbed myself, burned my clothing and wailed. While you are here wondering if there is something wrong with you. I say, 'No.' I think you're working through it.

Now, if you start volunteering for front line jobs, or putting hash marks on your rifle, I might be concerned." She giggles a little, squeezes his arm and leans back against the seat. "You'll be fine."

 

He nodded, and she had a

He nodded, and she had a point. It wasn't like he was up there just... strolling along. He went to a possible hostage situation that he was being summoned to and he brought his gun. In retrospect that didn't seem quite so illogical. He saluted her with the coffee mug, before taking another swig - the burn familiar if the effects were at least for the last year absent. Next trip he was bringing the workings for a still.

He nodded to her explanation, eyes on the coffee as he listened. "... alright, fair enough..." He murmured, the words were soft, as he let her view on it sink in. He quirked an eyebrow at her, the caring about not caring part. "... and that last, you probably have a point there. If I didn't even care about not caring then I'd really be out there wouldn't I?" He smiled wryly.

 

She should get to fixing the

She should get to fixing the engine, but it was not high on her priority list. Plus, the way she mentioned needing to fix it didn't put any stress on getting it done any time soon.

As he starts his process, she leans forward, so that she can be closer to him. Her hand remains on his arm, something to ground herself, but also, she hopes, to ground him. When he mentions the legalities and what ramifications might come his way, she doesn't say anything. It was his place to speak.

When he looks to her, she is not cringing or withdrawing. She starts rubbing his arm. "I hadn't heard or read anything about stuff coming at you because of that. CID didn't have a clean shot, and was kind of held down by things exploding. You were there, because I think they were wanting you... I don't think they expected you armed. So, whatever they want you for, or stuff, I don't care. Mutineers are dealt with harshly. Don't be afraid, I'll stick up for you. I'm sure others will, too. You have friends."

There is a pause between that last part and when she addresses his other concern. When words start coming all teasing and joking is gone. "The taking of a life depends upon the person. They had already killed several people, and were torturing another by wounding her repeatedly. I expect they wanted you and Corvan and who was the other? Ciel? Maybe. Anyway, they are the ones I would be concerned about. They had a reckless disregard for life and intent to harm. You... saved a life. Me. You saved me, and others, most likely." She shakes her head. "I don't know what to tell you to feel. I wish I did. But you're not broken, or disgusting. I look at you and don't pity or hate you. I don't fear you.

That you are worried about your lack of empathy for him makes me feel better. It means you care.. that you don't care."

 

He grinned, taking the moment

He grinned, taking the moment to admire the engine. His work was most computers and small robotics - a fuel engine - he was out of his depth there. But that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the lines of a good design or the work put in to maintain one.

"Absolutely -" He saluted her with the drink, "It's just... too loud." And too crowded. But that went without much saying, some things you just wanted to talk over in private.

He wrapped both hands around the mug, using it as cover as he mulled over the thoughts in his head. "... I don't know if it's something that can be... fixed. Y'know?" He didn't move his arm away from her hand, allowing the touch. "But um. Back there on the bridge -" He shook his head a little, "I.... I mean, I wasn't even supposed to be on that deck - I don't know what sort of legal shit will come my way. And... I mean -"

He puffed out a breath, fingers drumming that restless pattern on the side of the mug. "Um." This time he spoke much more softly. "... that - um. That was the first time... that... I've ever done that. Not - shot a gun obviously - um. Shot a person. And..." He looked down in the mug, "And... I don't regret it." He glanced back up at her, not sure what he was going to see there. "I mean - what kind of broken am I? If I don't regret that? At all."

 

"Guilty." She comments as he

"Guilty." She comments as he points out her motorcycle engine. "It broke just before we left, and I was going to fix it. I still.. haven't... fixed... it." There is a laugh "Yes, yes, I enjoy the trip, as well. Going somewhere is fun, as is finally getting what you want out of the trip."

She had spiked the drink with alcohol, real alcohol. "I only have a few more, so might as well get the use out of them. Plus, it is rare that anyone comes and bothers their boss. I enjoy being in Live, but that's not the place for conversations like this."

She laughs a little and pushes at his leg with her bare foot. "I have my thing, too, but that's not getting shared. Uh uh. I'm keeping some of my mysteries."

She seems to sober as he asks if she wants to dig a bit further. "Sure, Jakey. I am here to be a confidant. I like helping others feel better, and do better. I don't want everything falling apart just before we get back. I mean, once we get back, if we all walk off the ship with fingers up and spewing profanities, that's fine. But right now, we have to stick together, and something is troubling you.. you're safe here." She extended a hand and held his arm. "Really, I'll keep it private."

 

Jake laughed, "Now see - I

Jake laughed, "Now see - I like the road trip more than the getting there most of the time." He nodded to the motorcycle engine in the room. "Got my bike and the road and time to cruise? Then I'm set."

He awwwws as the file-access is denied. It's mostly kidding. Mostly. He really is as curious as a cat sometimes. He'd deliberately avoiding as many details as he could, but maybe they'd found more than he thought they had.

"Ahh - a lady with taste and fine refinement -" He took the cup with a grin. Spiked coffee, among the true classics of the programmer-spectrum of drinks. He chuckled, easing a little as she explained the boundaries for their conversation. "Noted." He smiled wryly, and took a sip of the drink muscles uncoiling a little. "And see, as predicted - now my brain knows how to avoid getting myself in trouble. Which is to say: Everyone's got their thing, I've got mine. And any details more'n'that would be breaking protocol." He grinned, lopsided and flirty back.

"You were asking what I've got on my head, aside from everything else going on?" He sighed into the drink, letting it take hold a little before he'd answer that. "Y'sure you want to dig into that?"

 

She shrugs her shoulder "I'm

She shrugs her shoulder "I'm sure they were expecting something more exciting, beat by beat, versus lots of down time. Kind of like a road trip, it's fun to be there, not to get there." She nods. "Yes, down time does the trick. Shopping. Sun bathing. A lazy day reading."

His question about the file is met with a loud laugh that she quickly stifles "Sorry, it's off limits, unless you're dragged before a liaison to talk about it."

She offers him the cup. "Coffee, whipped cream, and something banned on the ship." She settles down upon the chair again, laughing a bit. "Just want to clear things a bit up. I'm a tease, and you're boss, so.." She takes a sip. "this is the only protocol I'm breaking. I just wanted to make sure you know, as I don't want to disappoint you."

 

Jake chuckled. He knew what

Jake chuckled. He knew what his off-time work schedule looked like. He was going to be up and coding anyways, so might as well get paid for it. "If it's such a big deal for them, I'm sure they won't be -" He grinned, anticipating the sun - planet side would be great. His bike was still in storage and he'd be taking her out first thing. As much as he loved space-walks, and he did dangerous though they were, he wanted sun and wind again. "Down time always does the trick-"

The obvious bend over draws the eyes again. And he had to ask himself exactly what was he looking for. Followed shortly by a thought of gratitude to the makers of pajama bottoms. This seemed to be going in an unexpected direction. He listened to the sounds coming from her end of the room. "... I have a file? ... huh. Now I kinda wanna see my file - it'd be nice to know what other people know about me." He grinned.

"Discipline - ah - now that's a rabbit hole now isn't it?" Now you're in it Jake, well over your head. He swatted his internal dialogue to off. " - might be a better question answered after whatever that is -" He nodded towards the cup in her hand, "And after my brain catches up enough to know how not to get me in more trouble than I can handle."

 

"Thank you for the

"Thank you for the understanding. I really appreciate it, because not everyone is quite so understanding. Some are here for the eight hour shift, thinking we are on planet and weekends are off. Hopefully, they won't be back when we hit turn around."

She giggles when he talks about insomnia "Well, according to the clock, if we look outside we can see the moon rising..." She glances at the monitor on the wall showing the darkness of space racing by "Nope, wrong again! Ah well." She does laugh "I'm sure downtime and the sun will help get you back on track."

She steps over some things in the way and made sure to be a bit obvious in leaning forward to fuss with the replicator. "Well, here's the thing: you're not enlisted, you're a civilian. So, you get more leeway, but that doesn't mean you can't get in trouble. What are you really concerned about? I've seen your file, what's the worst thing that troubles you?"

She looks over her shoulder at him, and then pulls a drawer open and brings a cloth wrapped object out. There is a popping sound, then a pouring sound, then the cloth object is returned and the drawer shut. She turns about a cup in each hand. "What kind of discipline works on you?"

 

He shrugged, one shoulder,

He shrugged, one shoulder, "Oh I get it - I'm cool with the shift change. I fit in better with the new shift just for skill sets." He grinned, no need to get her worried she might need to switch him to a new shift or anything. Then he'd miss out on all the fun.

"I've always had insomnia, or something like it, I think the last few weeks just made it worse is all. It feels like my body's lost track of what time of the day it is. If that makes any sense -" He smiled wryly at her, "I'm sure it'll get sorted out once we get back and have something like downtime. I muddle through to the other side usually."

He quirked an eyebrow as she leaned in, curious where this was going. There was just a brief moment of tension as she broke Jake's usually much stricter personal barriers. The whisper and her tease on the way to the replicator left him blinking and sipping his tea to try to cover the response.

Even as his eyes drifted down to take in the previously missed view. 'I may be about to be -' he mused. "Ah... just the fallout from -" He caught himself, '-killing a man'. No need to be a downer. Quick! Change subject change subject change subject. "... all that military discipline's wasted on me anyways - you offering to make me see the error of my ways?" No you idiot, don't make a [b]pass at her. Wrong subject! Jake's brain declared a strike until the management returned blood supplies.[/b]

 

She waits him out while he

She waits him out while he works out his guess. Her face is passive as he works it out verbally. Once he replies, she doesn't say anything. But, there is a telling smile.

"Exactly, we're heroes. And I would really like to go shopping for some new clothes. Real clothing."

As the focus is finally turned upon him, she leans towards him again. She is quiet, but trying to reassure him through touch and attention. "Sorry about the shift, but we don't have enough trained people. Despite being overloaded in crew quarters, we're really lacking training and experience." As he mentions his sleep schedule, she sympathizes. "That isn't good. Sleep clears out a lot of the fog."

When he mentions that his actions haven't been fleet standard, there is a giggle. Then, she leaned in closer and closer, until she can whisper into his ear. "You guessed right." With that she stood up and turned about to head towards the replicator "Why are you so worried about your actions? You've been a bad bad boy?"

 

Jake sat back a little at the

Jake sat back a little at the challenge, head tilting to the side as he considered her. He briefly thought of hitting the glasses to cheat but no - fifty fifty chance, he could work this out. "Well - let's see... both are yum, but one's definitely more decadent - hands down. But when you say whipped cream, most people think think regular cream... but you went to cream cheese which makes me think there's a personal reason it came up..." He squinted, "So I'm betting on the cream cheese..."

He nodded to her, "The less torches and pitchforks the better -"

He glanced down as their hands stopped moving, only then noticing the tangle and as her thumb rubbed against her own hand the back of his mind registered it. 'Self comfort behaviors, nervousness, should probably let her go-' She tightened her grip and he automatically returned it. "You're welcome."

"ah -" Jake blinked, sort of gathering himself as she just asked directly. "... eh." He waggled a hand mid-air, so-so. "Lot of stuff in my head. The new shift's a hella lot more chaotic than the old one was. The mutiny's still rummaging around in my head - it screwed my sleep schedule up something ugly. Both the lead-up to it and the after -" He shook his head, "And I'm sure there's more to come. I'm worried about some of the fall out more for me specifically than everyone else as a whole. I know my actions haven't been anywhere near Fleet standard -"

 

Codelin laughs coyly. "Uh huh

Codelin laughs coyly. "Uh huh. That sounds tempting, but you're trying to wiggle out of answering. Which do you think I like better? If you can guess, I'll share my secret with you."

She nods in agreement "Oh, I can agree with that. I don't know if I fall in to some kind of pigeonhole. But, I think we have been a success. We were sent out to discover, to show relations can work between us all on a ship and find out more about life out here. We did that. They should embrace our return.. instead of lighting fires and preparing nooses."

Her chin goes up and she casts a slow gaze about the room. "Look at this room. I would have to step over monitors, tools, wires, circuit boards, broken glass, and an engine. All that, and you choose for me to sit down, instead of letting me bop about the room for you to steal glances." She bobs her head. "Apology accepted."

She then realizes that their hands are together and stops the swinging. Her thumb starts brushing over the top of her hand. "Yeah. I'm good. I mean, I'm not, but I'll be fine." Her hand clasps his hand tight. "Thank you, I mean that. I appreciate someone looking in on me.

So, how are you? What's going on in Jakey's mind?"

 

He quirked an eyebrow,

He quirked an eyebrow, considering that - "Do I have to pick, both sound pretty awesome." He grinned, "... I'm pretty good with having my cake and eating it too -"

He nodded to her, hand loose enough to swing with hers. She was right - so many of their people were focused, narrow beam on small things. Nation. Race. Nothing like what they'd discovered out here - and politicians - he chuckled dryly. "... selfish and stupid describes most politicians - but I tend to get mouthy and all on that topic - bit too anarchist for most of em... there's a lot we may need to beat into their heads when we get back. Lots of new ideas - good ideas. We can't just go back to how things were - there's a lot more to consider now."

He snickered at her return fire. "Ah, a misjudgement on my part - " He ducked his head, half slouching into the seat now, " - my sincerest apologies, next time I will make a point of considering my observational opportunities in advance." Not sounding particularly sincere or apologetic in his tease.

He raised an eyebrow as she turned the tables on the topic of comfort. "Really? And here I was just dropping in to see if you were ok..." He smiled wryly, narrowly avoiding another terrible bit of far too personal innuendo. Wow. No wonder Darcy got on him for running his mouth sometimes - when he had to watch it he became aware of just how many social lines he blithely ignored. "Opening myself to you, huh?"

 

Codelin gives him a long look

Codelin gives him a long look. It was obvious the gears were working as she weighed an appropriate response. "Cream cheese or heavy cream version?"

She didn't realize that she was still holding his hand, but she was and starts to lightly swing their arms. "Well, there's only so much we can do to defend ourselves, but I don't see why. I guess, to make an example out of us. Or something. Perhaps they don't understand the complexities that come with being away. The personal dynamics involved, the shared experiences and stresses. I think they are looking at it from the outside and can't understand what has been happening on the inside. They are watching us through a prism that is selfish and stupid." She nods her head and looks at him for a long moment, contemplating something but not offering an answer.

She laughs off his tease. "I would have turned around, eventually. But, you offered me a seat. Lost your chance there, Jakey."

As he comforts her, the smile is coming back. "Yeah, true.. true. I guess I," She then eyes him sharply. "Hey, no, no that's not how this goes. You're here so that I can comfort you. What's this business of you comforting me. Stop that. You're supposed to be opening yourself to me, not the other way."

 

He quirked both eyebrows,

He quirked both eyebrows, grinning a little "Whipped cream?" He almost slid into innuendo mode but caught himself. Commanding officer. Nice one even - he roped it in around Corvan cause he was sure the man'd punch him for the affront to male dignity (or worse use it against him later) - Codelin he was sure would just get all awkward. It's be cute but he valued the working relationship more than a few moments of blushing followed by weeks of not-talking-about-it.

"I know it's gonna be in my reports." He smiled wryly. "... we followed orders, we established some great links and allies. Even got some exploring in there. I don't think even the mutineers had much issue with anyone but Corvin." He kept his trap shut about the secondary orders or why his name popped up. "....so yeah - should be cool for most of us." He sipped the tea, rocking to the side just a little with her hip bump. He grinned up at her at that.

"Gentlemen- hah." He shook his head at that. "Trust me, I'm anything but." And then he couldn't help it, she brought it up after all - "Though now that you mention it - I've not caught the rear view yet." He waggled an eyebrow.

Jake bit his lip as she mentioned the combat-freeze. After all - he'd seen most of the engineering crew doing exactly the same thing. Staring in shock at the screens while their systems had been getting torked. It was natural and human to freeze under the adrenaline rush - he wasn't sure what that said about him, but then he'd been attacked before. He'd had the practice at not standing there in shock. He drummed his fingers restlessly along the edge of the mug. "...shock. Betrayal like that is... it's rough. Shit goes down and the adrenaline hits and it's a lot to deal with."

 

As Jakob adds a bit more to

As Jakob adds a bit more to the promise, she gives him a comical suspicious look "Maybe. You're getting closer to winning my trust."

She exhales loudly, obviously not liking the idea of not coming back. It was something she didn't even want to contemplate, but he was here and asking questions, and her well kept facade kept wavering. "I hope so. I really hope they see what we have done. They see the alliances we have, the good things that we've done, and all those people we saved. There's been more good than bad." When he compliments her, she squeezes his hand and rolls her hip so that it bumps his shoulder. "That's sweet. Thank you."

Since he offered her a chair, she settles down upon it. "A true gentlemen. Or did you grow tired of looking at my pelvis?" She was bouncing between trying to tease, and trying to work through her emotions. It seems she was a bit of a fan of gallows humor. "Maybe, but that's not the first time I've frozen up. In the engine room when things start going poorly, I will stand there... nothing coming, no idea who to order what to do. It's not good. I have all the answers when I can sit down and think, but not when the time comes. I feel like I'm failing. I had a gun on my hip, why did I let him grab me? Why did I let him move me around. I didn't.. even.. grab it."

 

Jake grinned. A double heart

Jake grinned. A double heart cross wasn't even enough huh? He chuckled, quirking an eyebrow in her direction with that semi-charming slightly lopsided grin. "Cherry on top."

The tea was warming cold fingers as the worries surfaced. "... if we can't come back." Jake wrinkled his nose. He'd kill to be back in space - but he wasn't' going to say that out loud at least. It'd be taken the wrong way. "... naw, not for people just doing their jobs. They can't be that short sighted. You want experience on deck." He smiled wryly at her, "You've got that in spades, so does most of the crew."

As the conversation gets into darker territory Jake nudges a chair out for her with his foot. Enough at least that she didn't have to keep standing. He stayed quiet a moment, giving her the space to process the blood and the aftermath. He'd had his own issues getting it cleaned out of his suit afterwards. Out of his hair - he'd almost just shaved it all to avoid having to watch pink water in the shower go down the drain. He swallowed, "You didn't kick it off. And where you were - I mean fuck - hostage situation? There's so much in the air there, going for a gun might have made it worse even. It's..." He shook his head, "That's how stuff goes."

 

She is in a teasing mood.

She is in a teasing mood. Even with him crossing his heart, she says "I don't know...."

Codeline remains next to him, her hand gripped with his while they converse. It seems that they have many of the same concerns, and that it is a bit beyond them. "I guess. But what if we get back and they have a new crew ready? They are simulators back home, and people ready in the wings to step in. Geez, we've had losses, so we were going to have to get new crew members as it is." She sighs "I don't know. I don't like talking about this stuff. I get really sad and start worrying about myself, then others, then everyone."

She looks to his face, then down to their hands together. Her smile returns thanks to the calming influence of a small gesture. "He did... but there was so much blood, and so much on me, and the wall, and the floor. I had to send my suit to the incinerator. I was in the shower for hours scrubbing. Sometimes I still feel responsible for not helping. I didn't fire one shot to help... I was so stunned, so scared... I couldn't even grab my gun."

 

"Oh ho-" He grinned slowly as

"Oh ho-" He grinned slowly as it seemed he wasn't the only one with an inclination to tamper with the standard equipment. But then again, he was still surprised no one had gotten any yeast based fermentation going. "... now I'm curious." He crossed his heart with a pinkie, "Promise I won't tell."

"Yeah, Veral... there's so much politics underneath that, I don't know where to begin..." She spoke some of the same worries that had been keeping him up lately, and his hand tightened on hers, "But I don't think they'd lock people up just for doing their jobs though. Someone's gotta keep the ship up and running right - no matter who it was in charge?"

It was when you stepped outside of your job description he figured things got hazy. After all - a civvie? An engineer, not CID? Not even supposed to be on that deck? Shooting a commanding officer? He was hoping his actions wouldn't fall on his neck but at least some of it hinged on the threat of Corvan's court-martial. He wasn't a war hero. He had no family or money. He could only hope defense-of-another would be enough and Corvan's fate didn't have splash damage. It was a lot of worry he'd bottled up, he knew if they tried to lock him up he'd be looking to get out any way he could.

He pulled his thoughts back to hers, keeping that steady grip on her hand. A point of contact - simple reassuring human contact. "Yeah. I stopped him. Don't... don't linger on that part. He had every chance to stop things before it got that far." The words were as much for his ears as hers. He rubbed the back of her knuckles with his thumb.

 

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