Craig almost jumped at the angry outburst of the pink haired girl, Hannalore was it? She seemed generally upset but not as much as the other woman, who seemed to be staring daggers at him for doing his job. Add to that the largest Keshian he had ever seen looked unhappy with him and Craigs nerves were about to go. Craig Pace did not know which he would rather face off against at this point, in truth he was only sure of one thing:
Craig Daniel Pace had never hated his life more than this instant.
Constantly repeating his mantra of "just do what he said and live long enough to retire" in his head, Craig recomposes himself and summons every last ounce of manhood left in him...
... ...
...and went after the pink haired nurse.
"M-miss. The first a-and last words out of your mouth should be sir." said Craig promptly missing the Instructor's attempt to back him up.
"We can talk more later...in the hall away from these guys." stated Craig to everyone else in a much lower voice indicating the armed guards accompanying him.
With that, Craig leaves the room motioning for the others to follow.
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
Looking at the woman next to her, Hannalore shook her head, then strightened. "You... You're right," she apolgized in a much lower tone, looking at the worried faces behind her. Snapping her head up when she heard the soldier's reply, Hannalore narrowed her eyes slightly.
Leaning in closely to the man, she hissed out her response. "Sir? I'm not a military girl..." She paused, then glared at the man. "Or am I now?"
Leaning back, she looked back at Summer, pulling her uniform back into place. "You, you have a point. Lets not-not scare anyone else he-here."
"Good Idea." Summer says slowly. She has always been a serious person, but no she was even more so. She wanted to get this done and over with as soon as possble for the safety of her students and the sanity of the crowd.
She follows the officer walking along side of Xi'ku and looking over the group she is with. This is odd. This group makes no sense. Xi'ku is best discribed as a fighter, which is the last situation you want on a evac ship. Myself, well I'm a diver and an engineer, so maybe something needs to be repaired, but why call Xi'ku then. That woman there she's that singer Georgiana Ureon, but she's also a private? And then there is the last one, Hannalore Hardzel the man said, her called her a Specialist. She seems a bit timid, not a fighter at least, medic maybe? This isn't right. This group, doesn't fit together. Are we the only military personel on board? Is that why we were called? This is bad, very bad.
Summer speaks in low whisper so that only Xi'ku's Merakesh ears could hear her. "Xi'ku, this group... it... it is too rag-tag. What do you make of this?"
Xi'ku heard and understood his former teacher's concern. He couldn't figure out why any task required by the Captain would require what he considered to be civilian help. Xi'ku was by no means a prideful keshian, but he believed himself to be capable. Instructor Klecht may not be as physically inclined as he (few were), but would definately be an asset should he come accross things he can't handle.
Like computers.
The other two would at best be in the way of professionals. Especially the way the Miss Hartzel was addressing a superior officer. A stiff breeze could break the both of them, let alone the rigors of combat. Xi'ku then made a mental note to look up this "Draft" and learn why humans such as these made it into the millitary.
Leaning close to the Instructor to speak his mind, Xi'ku attempts to speak soft enough as for the others to not notice.
"Instructor, I believe that this must be some sort of roll call or bread count. There is no other explaination for civilian...I mean un-experienced service persons to be called for."
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
Summer nodded while keeping her eyes forward on the man leading them.
"Perhaps your right," she mutters. " However the man conductiong this role call is doing a very poor job. He was much to serious about it and it caused unnecasary tension in the evacuees. No this isn't right. The ones called with us, they are not cilvians. One is a Specialist in fact so she has experience, the question is in what. No, I have a bad feeling." She takes a momements breath.
"I fear something has gone wrong and that we are the only military personel on the ship, or the only ones that can be spared."
If that specialist was experienced, then he was a Dankir.
Taking in the good Instructor's words Xi'ku took a moment to straighten his bandana, considering the implications of what he was about to say next. At the very least, Xi'ku could see he wasn't the only one on edge from this trip.
"I would not get ahead of oursmells. If we were the only personel free on the ship, the bridge would have contacted us by communicator or the loud speakers."
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
Summer huffs softly. "That would have bee the smarter thing to do, would have caused less tension." She pauses for a moment as her mind falls apon something.
"Unless," she says slowly. "Something is wrong with the system. It would explain why they need me. A bug like that can be easily fixed by diving. Still doesnt explain why you or the others are needed." She stops again for a moment.
"I know something is wrong, I don't know what but something is wrong." You can just sense it off the officer that summoned us. He is tense as well."
Walking forward, Ureon looked to the Officer beside her, the Merakesh. "With all due respect, Sir, I am leaving the speculation for the Captain's explanation. We've been through a troubled time. Perhaps we should hold onto some kind of optimism, Sir." With her comment added to the attempt at a hushed conversation, she turned her facing back to the summoning officer, who had as of yet not given her the time of day. She remained marching steadfastly forward, keeping perfect time with him.
OOC: I'm assuming my roll was good enough: 24.
Last Edit: Nov 2, 2006 12:47:54 GMT -5 by eunhathes
Watching the group, Craig could not help but take a few deep breaths, once they stopped drilling him with questions. He knew he was making a mess of the situation. He had to calm them down a little; they were just overacting after the evacuation, he knew. Everyone’s nerves were a little jumpy.
Passing another group of four being led by another member of the ship’s crew, Craig smiled at the other soldier as he passed. The other group was talking among themselves, but the other crew member did give him a wave as they turned down another hallway.
Turning his head, he looked over his shoulder as the little group headed down the hallway toward the bridge. Looking the four over, he just sighed a little as he spoke as he walked. “I’m afraid that I can’t tell you what the captain has planned; I was ordered simply to find you four and bring you to the bridge.”
Checking behind him to see the reaction his words had, he noticed the woman in the scarf marching forward with a curiously neutral expression on her face. Knowing the look, he smiled at her. “No need to be tied up with regulations, at the moment. I am sure this is just the captain trying to meet the members on the ship. At ease, soldier.”
Looking up ahead, he noticed the hallway they were in. Just about there, and they would all find out what this was about.
No answers from this one. Fantastic. Spoken like someone who doesn't want any responsibility. The typical traits of a coward.
He must also have selective memory loss as he had just pulled rank on Hannalore not five minutes before, but now is telling Miss Georgiana---no, Pvt. Georgiana to skip formalities. That one knew respect, so it was only proper to return it in kind.
"There is nothing to fear. As I thought, this is simply a contempt at reorganization and reformation of order." spoke Xi'ku as he watched a seperate group of people walk past him. That should remind the Ensign of where he is and why he is here.
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
Summer crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at the officer. "If this is an attendence call you, sir, went about it poorly. Next time I suggest that you collect those you seek queitly. Your actions made a tense situtation even more so. We need to keep the ecavuees calm and you did anything but." She uncrosses her arms.
"Let us continue to the captin, I want to return to my class quckly."
Watching Craig, Hannalore couldn't help but notice that the guy still seemed rather nervous. And with the way he handled the Observation Deck... Maybe he's just a new to this as we are. Or maybe he's just not cut out for being in charge...
Her anger at the situation subsiding some, Hannalore noted the other group head down a different hallway, heading away from the Observation Deck. I wonder where they are going...?
Looking up, she noticed signs pointing toward the bridge. She couldn't help but note out loud to herself, "Al-almost there. Now, to fi-find out what this is a-about."
Great. One of them was actually scared about this meeting. What kind of soldier balks at meeting their commanding offic...well maybe it isn't so abnormal but it was still ridiculous in this situation.
"Don't be so nervous. We're just going to see the captain." Said Craig in his most empathic voice as he began typing his security code into the bulkhead that led to the bridge. "I personally know the Captian and hes not a mean guy, so relax." ------
The bulkhead opens allowing another group (this one comprised mostly of Kehsians) to pass by, their expressions running from mild discomfort to outright disgust. Salutes are exchanged and both parties continue on their way.
The command bridge of a millitary vessel is a strange animal. One day it is a bussling hub of information and feedback, the next it is comparatively lifeless with only a handful of active crew members. Today it would be the later with only three duty officers manning the various stations, the white haired elderly Cerakesh Captain, and another offical looking human man with red hair intently watching the group entering the bridge. He wasted no time in introducing himself.
"Greetings Gentelman and...several Ladies. I am Special Commander Marshall Gustave Prost, my friends and underlings call me Commander Prost." Prost began pacing as he addressed the group.
"You have been summoned as a part of an ongoing effort to re-establish internal communications throughout the ship. Your particular area of operations will be the engine room. We haven't heard from them since the last jump in system and would like to know the status of essential functions." Prost stopped speaking to let what he said sink in. He also stopped pacing and began addressing the group in front of him individually, shaking hands as he spoke.
"In case you haven't introduced yourselves yet, allow me to do so for you. Specialist Hardzel, you will be the medic of this op and I expect nothing but your finest work. I got good reports of what you've been doing since we left Xualla and I am proud to be in the same service as you." Prost found himself wishing he were about 7 years younger as he moved on.
"Private Ureon, we're all big fans of your music but your job will be to follow whatever these people say. It will no doubt keep you alive, though from your file that doesn't sound like it would be a problem." Prost smiled, briefly thought about asking for an autograph and then moved on.
"Lt. Xi'ku Sop'tolome. I can not for the life of me figure out why you joined the officer ranks. From your file, you're about the best damn soldier an C/O could want, so I'll be counting on you to keep these fine specimins of womanhood in one piece." Prost almost had to take a step back to look Xi'ku in the eye.
"Ensign Pace. You will be joining them as a guide of sorts. Make sure that you get these fine folks to their destination and back as quickly and safely as possible. When the time comes, I'll be counting on you." Prost looking the boy in the eye for a moment, then moved on. He wasn't Prost's first choice, but he would have to do.
"And Commander Klecht. From what I hear you are a fine Instructor at Lainview, hell we even review some of your lectures in the UMP. I hope you don't mind commanding this excursion as your experience will surely lead to success in a simple endevor like this. If you need ever need a change of profession, look me up." Prost realized he was happy with his current age as he stepped back and addressed the group as one again.
"If there are no pressing or pertinent questions, then you are all dismissed."
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
Summer nods "Just one sir. What is the full status report? I want to know what we may be dealing with and what kind of time limit we are working with." Summer's mind was working quickly. There could be any number of problems and the best way to narrow things down was to know exactly what was working and what wasn't. Lacking internal communications was bad, and explained why an officer had been sent to retreive them, still it made her worry. As soon as she assesed the situation in the engine rooms she would hurry back and offer her diving services. A quick dive might help to get everything back online.
"I said pertinent questions Commander." Prost foled his arms and tried his best to keep a poker face.
"That information is on a need to know basis, and for this mission you do not need to know." Prost then turned his back and began to walk away.
"Anyone else wish to waste my time?"
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
(Into the hallways) Seeing the Special Commander turning and beginning a new set of duties, Craig Pace jumped a little as he turned back towards the door, gesturing to the others that they should be leaving. Stepping out the door, the group was greeted by the sight of another group of people headed towards them, in a similar style group to their own.
Pausing to think for a moment, Pace led the group down the starboard side hallway, obviously a little jittery from the meeting on the bridge. Sighing heavily, he looked toward the other members of his little group. “That man really creeps me out, if you guys don’t mind me saying…”
Hannelore gave Pace an odd look, confusion clouding her pretty face. “You, you’ve worked with him before though, hav-haven’t you? Aren’t you us-used to him by n,now… sir?”
Slowing down a little from his quick rush, Pace simply shook his head. This situation was loosening him up, that much was obvious. “He must’a been on Xualla when we picked you guys up; he wasn’t with us when we came in system. Guess he figured he should oversee the evacuation fleet directly…”
Following the Ensign out of the bridge after the odd dismissal, Xi'ku felt refreshed---alive. Though strange that he felt that on a quasi-routine errand given to him under mysterious circumstances, having a specific task always seemed to motivate him. No rest before the mission.
"I found the Commander rather perspiring. His leadership qualities should not questioned." said Xi'ku turning his attention away from Ensign Pace.
"We should also be more focused on the task at hand then at the indivisible who gave the order. I belive our destination was the engine room."
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
"Yes." Summer responds to Xi'ku's comment. "To the engine room. The sooner we get there the sooner we know whats going on."
Summer's mind was going over the incounter, over everything, as she moved though the hallways with her party. GThe captiin doesn't know me well. Just goes to show that reading one's sheet doesnt tell you everything. He should have known that I don't ask questions with out reasons. I even gae him reasons. Something is more wrong than he is letting on. If everthing was fine then he would have told us. No by hiding the status report he is trying to hide something. She took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Well, life support is running well. That's good. But for how long? No something else is wrong besides interal commincatons, there is just no saying what that is. She mutters her last thought to her self.
Looking around the group, Hannalore mentally sighed as she watched everyone's postures. Stressfilled group... has something happened...?
Sensing she had to say something, Hannalore cleared her thought, causing the others to glance her way. "Maybe... Maybe I'm out of line he-here, but... What's go-going on? Why would the engine cr-crew have stopped respon, respond- calling back?"
Thinking back to the evacuation, she couldn't recall the reason why they had to leave, in the first place. Things had been so busy... Hannalore had woken up to find soldiers banging on her apartment door, telling her they had to leave.
Summer looks over at Hanna. "There could be several reasons why the engine crew hasn't responded yet, all of them on vering degrees of bad. The one we are hoping for, and the one I'm guessing, is that the interal communication system is down. It would explain why the bridge hasn't heard from the engine room and also why we were collected personally instead of over an intercom. We will know more once we get to the engine room though, and while we should hope for the best, we also must be prepared for the worst." She leaves her statemtn at that not, not wanting to say what the worst might be.
