>>2780282

>Engineering. It sounded cool and you were fascinated with ships at that time.
>Medicine and Pharmaceutical studies. A prep for getting into a real medicine school but you took it since you always wanted to help people.
>Police and Investigation. A career you liked because they seemed exciting and always looked up to.
>Political Sciences and Law. Another prep trade school for something better. You wanted to study to become a planetary mayor or work in one of the many the councils.
>Cyber Security and Infrastructure. You loved your Omnium net computer. You spent hours, day and night, sitting and learning about these things. You always wanted to make a cool net game about a talking dragon.
>Zoology.. or Finance? Maybe something in art? You don't remember. You chose it because it was easy, besides who even uses that useless shit they teach you?

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Welcome to For Hire.

Thank you for coming, to read and I hope you enjoy it enough to stick around.
The rules are simple but I’ll still explain them. Majority votes win and if you need to roll, I will state it. The dice system will later be explained once we get to a position when it is necessary to do so. If anyone has any questions OOC, visit my discord, tweet me, or ask them after the current session.

Twitter: Kov_QM
Discord: QznmEus
Schedule: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1aSiHTqvMi8RuNlho-jxREmw7vczlofoLYuxITumc0kA/edit?usp=sharing

I apologize in advance as I’m rusty as fucking hell right now.

>>2780283
>>Engineering. It sounded cool and you were fascinated with ships at that time.
So we can engineer someone's head off of their shoulders.

>>2780283
>Political sciences and law

>>2780283
>Political Sciences and Law. Another prep trade school for something better. You wanted to study to become a planetary mayor or work in one of the many the councils.

>>2780283
>Police and Investigation. A career you liked because they seemed exciting and always looked up to.

>>2780316
1 for engineering

>>2780319
>>2780320
2 for Political Sciences

>>2780336
1 for Police and Investigation

I'll wait about 20 more minutes before I lock the answer. Most votes will probably last around 30 minutes to 45 minutes. I'm pretty surprised that Political Sciences & Law is popular.

>>2780282
>>Engineering. It sounded cool and you were fascinated with ships at that time.

>>2780283
>Engineering. It sounded cool and you were fascinated with ships at that time.

>>2780360
police and investigation

>>2780378
>>2780387
>>2780316

Engineering has 3 votes, seems like that's going to be the choice for today, although it's really close to both Police investigation & Political Sciences with just one vote behind. I'll make an exception and have the MC be pretty interested in both the topics while getting his 'degree' in Engineering. Can't really get a solid job based off of that but he'll still have some of the bonuses regardless.

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>>2780283
Engineering, the bold letters typed out in some fancy script make it slightly harder to read as you hold it up against the light. Under it is your name, Samuel J. Ward. Your father named you that but he would always called you Sam. This ship was actually a gift from your father, one of the reasons why he wasn’t there at graduation, he was picking up the licensure and documents for it, since it was a pet project of yours with the two of you always messing with it whenever he was home and wasn’t off to one of the trading stations orbiting Haven. Even with him being gone most of the time you still managed to get the entire thing flyable, somehow. One of the reasons to your decision for pursuing the engineering certificate. Though --

A dull red blinking light at the pilot’s console draws your attention away from your nostalgic stupor. Three words blink back at you as you push away the box and near the console -- “Entering System: Milo.”

“Finally” you say to noone. You’ve been in transit for the past week with you barely being able to stretch your legs or let alone walk. This ship is way too cramped with all these boxes, not to mention its main selling point was that it was small and compact. Looking outside, you see the red orb of fire sitting against the backdrop of near infinite void. Milo System, a small station with an even smaller population. No idea why Arcady wanted to see you here, they have offices in New Arizona plus they’re closer to Haven and Arcady itself. No telling why they chose Milo.

Three blips pop up across your screen as you enter the system. Milo and the two rocky planets that orbit the system’s star appear as does your flight path. Beside the flight path glows green letters, “ETA 1 Hour”. From what you recall, the meeting with Arcady’s officials doesn’t start until the next day, fourteen hours or so. Something your dad’s friend was able to hook you up with. Inherited positions are pretty hard to come by even more so in a management position like his. All you know is that it’s a lot of paperwork, even though you don’t hate paperwork you still dread the idea of waking up everyday to just file papers. Seems it’ll get boring quickly.

You back away from looking over the barely cushioned pilot’s seat and cross your legs to look around you.

>Might as well take a shower, would be nice to go walk around for once.
>Back to looking at your boxes, your dad packed a bunch of extra stuff in the storage cabinets and you’ve been wanting to look into what all he gave you.
>You’re back in a system now, might as well check the net to look over anything you’ve missed out on in the past week, playing video games and watching old movies all week got boring fast.
>Might as well go back to taking a nap now that you know you’re in system. The computer and the station hands can do the docking for you while you get some shuteye.
>[write-in]

>>2780493
>>You’re back in a system now, might as well check the net to look over anything you’ve missed out on in the past week, playing video games and watching old movies all week got boring fast.

Damn this quest looks cool. Nice job QM, not much so far but really enjoying it.

>>2780493
>Might as well take a shower, would be nice to go walk around for once.

>>2780493
>>Back to looking at your boxes, your dad packed a bunch of extra stuff in the storage cabinets and you’ve been wanting to look into what all he gave you.

>>2780493
>Might as well take a shower, would be nice to go walk around for once.

>>2780511
>>2780516
Name fags


>>2780501
+1

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>>2780533

>>2780493
>You’re back in a system now, might as well check the net to look over anything you’ve missed out on in the past week, playing video games and watching old movies all week got boring fast.

>>2780506
>>2780516
2 for Showering

>>2780501
>>2780533
>>2780560
3 for going onto the Net

>>2780511
1 for Inventory check up

Calling the vote in 10 minutes

>>2780501
Thanks man, glad you're enjoying it so far even if we're just 2 posts in. Calms my nerves knowing that you guys like it already

>>2780560
>>2780533
>>2780501

Net surfing has won with 3 votes. Time to check your mail and see how far you were set back on some of your shows as well as check the news.

>>2780493
You take a moment as you stretch your back before you turn around to face the sitting desk and slide under the faux wooden table. Pushing off the foil of packaged meals and other trash you’ve forgotten about, you pull out the screen that sits inside the wall. Sliding it up to be at a comfortable place to match your eye level, you push open another compartment to release the keyboard and cursor.

The screen slowly boots up and displays the operating system, one of the older, and cheaper, models of Haney Computer Manufacturing. You thought it was good enough for most of the things you’d be running on it since it’s not the most difficult thing to run but it’s definitely not Omnium tech which you’ve only really heard about with your home being in the north-west periphery and all.

The blue-tinted screen displays several red notifications as it opens up onto your dashboard. You first open up your mail, some of them are just farewell messages from friends who were only second-gen or staying on planet with their parents. You keep scrolling down before you notice the Arcady email notification reminder about the meeting today. “Arcady Pharmaceuticals would like to congratulate on the Secured Position you…”

All the same stuff you had already known, though this was sent right before you had left for Milo, it still showed up as a new message. You keep scrolling down. Some more messages from friends you hadn’t realized you had, though they might just be mass emailing all of the people they knew who were leaving. You get off of the messages and search for a few of your news journals you had subscribed to. Gues Network Journal, The Star Program, Interstellar Net News.. though they seemed all interesting you did notice that there’s a new episode of one of your favorite shows. “Bloodhounds” a noir series about a detective who goes about solving crimes, one of the biggest twists in the series was at the beginning of season four when an occultist started to move into the city the main character was in.

“Been away for just a week and it feels like I missed out on a month..” you again talk to yourself as you stare at the screen.

>Time to delve into the news. See how much you had really missed in the past week, when you left you knew that there was a group in Unity-Point that seemed to have started to mess around again.
>Read the emails, seeing messages from your old friends would probably be fun at least plus you might have missed something else important.
>Bloodhounds, obviously. It’s only like forty-five minutes and it’s not like you’re needed for anything.
>Ahh.. Well it might be best to get ready, or do something else. [write-in]

>>2780687
>>Read the emails, seeing messages from your old friends would probably be fun at least plus you might have missed something else important.

>>2780687
>>Time to delve into the news. See how much you had really missed in the past week, when you left you knew that there was a group in Unity-Point that seemed to have started to mess around again.
To make sure we aren't arriving at a very bad time.

>>2780687
>Time to delve into the news. See how much you had really missed in the past week, when you left you knew that there was a group in Unity-Point that seemed to have started to mess around again.

>>2780687
>Time to delve into the news. See how much you had really missed in the past week, when you left you knew that there was a group in Unity-Point that seemed to have started to mess around again.

>>2780694
>>2780699
>>2780703
3 for News

>>2780690
1 for Emails

20 minutes until I'm calling the vote. Pretty quick with this vote, might pick up the speed if the voting keeps being this fast.

>>2780687
>Time to delve into the news. See how much you had really missed in the past week, when you left you knew that there was a group in Unity-Point that seemed to have started to mess around again.

>>2780741
>>2780703
>>2780699
>>2780694
I know it hasn't been 20 minutes yet, but this seems pretty clear on what won. Writing now.

>>2780687
Clicking onto the dashboard, you move back to the news journals. Grouping them together, you function input them into your news feed so you can see the local news instead of a stream of some less than relevant articles.

Sifting through the list, you find some of the articles that were immediately relevant to what you wanted to know -- crime. Most of it seemed to be small-time articles with arrests and court dates set amongst them. Something which caught your eye was a relatively small article from a less than respectable journal, “The LodeStar Reporter”. Some journalist’s blog about crime, but this one seemed to pique your interest. “The CITF are on the Move; will they break concords with Unity-Point to enforce their searches or have they already?” is the long-winded headline that they went with, though admittedly they caught your eye. CITF, counter insurgency task-force, this close seemed too off to not notice. If the CITF is here then there must be something serious going down in Unity-Point even if it’s just one of those memorial ship graveyards which are neutral territory.

CITF are a pretty big deal and would probably do something like this but the article doesn’t go much deeper than hearsay or rumor-level journalism. Seems the author is just grasping at straws if you’re being honest. You click off of the article and push past it to see some of the others. “Man found dead in Leo, Arcady Denies involvement,” “INTERSTELLAR DISCOURSE: House Tsaiojin Conflict Heats Up,” “Milo Newsletter: Ship Stolen, information needed,” and others fill your screen.

You remember a couple years back that some imp system got sacked by another of theirs, though you barely recall whatever happened since the Royal Houses aren’t much for news coverage in the first place. You open up the first one.

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>>2780832
(2/2)

“Man found dead inside his apartment, the local police report this to be a homicide as there was signs of struggle though those around him seemed to be under the idea that it was a suicide. The Leo enforcement chief claims that if there was any issues to be found then it will be discovered under his watch as he works with Arcady officials to produce results. The name of the deceased man has not yet been released as the police office claims that this is still an ongoing investigation. This has been the third time in the last two months that a member of Arcady Pharmaceuticals have gone missing or have been found dead and many of their critics, including the head CEO of Wynter Healthcare Jackson Wall who states that this is obviously the ill work of Arcady officials...

As you read through the article you remember that Adam, the family friend, worked at the Leo Arcady Research Station. Something you’ll probably have to ask about with him once you see him in about two weeks since he said he’ll come to Leo and help you settle in. You still don’t know why he would leave his secured position to you even if he didn’t have kids of his own he could have just chose your older brother where ever he is.

You sigh and lean back, resting halfway onto the edge of your bed.

>Tsaiojin was a pretty old instance, wonder why it’s still in the news.
>What’s with the Milo report? Something about a ship being stolen? Should be at least nice to read.
>Doesn’t seem to be all that important right now, at least none of it seems relevant. Time to.. [write-in]

>>2780838
>>Tsaiojin was a pretty old instance, wonder why it’s still in the news.

>>2780838
>>What’s with the Milo report? Something about a ship being stolen? Should be at least nice to read.

Paranoia intensifies.

>>2780849
1 for Tsaiojin

>>2780851
1 for Paranoia

Calling the votes in 20 minutes. A bit exposition-dumpy, but you guys chose the exposition dump. so muahahaha.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2780849 1
>>2780851 2

Let's keep the ball rolling. No time for slowing down!

>>2780838
Tsaiojin is pretty old news, about three years past since then, about the same time you graduated trade school. The system got smashed by some other house that didn’t agree with them or something along those lines -- you didn’t notice at the time.

You stretch your arms as you reach for one of unopened cans of cal, one of those morning drinks you used to scarf down every now and then to keep you awake. You guess that the system probably has a good stock of them in the stores, they’re pretty cheap too. You take a sip before narrowing your eyes back onto the article. It seems the conflict has sparked a bit of a discourse between members of their government. Something something something… it’s mostly about how the neighboring Houses of the imperialists have closed trade for an unknown about of time until internal affairs begins to smooth things over. Seems to be getting pretty bad from what you can tell, though it doesn’t seem to be a full out civil war, not yet at least.

You take another sip and think a bit on what you remember about Tsaiojin. They used to own one of the border systems, Otsu Hoshi, near Montaway before they were destroyed for whatever reason. Something about resources is all you can remember, though you did see that there was a rumor recently about the heiress not being found amongst the dead as well as that it was a ronin that did the slaughtering.

You take a deep breath as you set down your can of cal. Odd that it’s only now that you’re hearing about it again. Could it be something worse than what they thought it was? Couldn’t be, since it’s only now being reported on again. Maybe that “LodeStar Reporter” said something about it, they seem to be around the area at least. Maybe it’s just because the imps rarely let out information and the stuff they do let out is all pampered to be better than what it actually is, or so they say.

Looking at the clock, 18:48, you notice just how much time has passed since the flight path said you’d arrive around 19:12.

>Seems that you still have enough time to keep reading if you wanted to.
-->Emails would be nice to check up on
-->The Milo Article seemed interesting, should probably make sure crime isn’t rampant, though that’s pretty rare.
→[write-in]
>Time to take a shower and get ready to go walk around the station, finally.
>Wouldn’t hurt to watch a bit of Bloodhounds. Always time to watch that.
>Should check on the stuff your dad put in your storage cabinets, probably something useful though he never told you.
>[write-in]

>>2780951
>>Seems that you still have enough time to keep reading if you wanted to.
>Emails
All the exposition!

>>2780951
>Should check on the stuff your dad put in your storage cabinets, probably something useful though he never told you.
>Then shower

>>2780961
This
Slight smells in enclosed spaces become big problems.

>>2780961
>>2780964
2 for storage check & shower

>>2780954
1 for all the exposition

>>2780951

Leaning back again, you look up at the cabinets and the storage locker to your right, opposite of the shower you’ve been meaning to take. Closing the computer, you uncross your legs and slide over the metal flooring to open the first cabinet which contained most of your food items. Enough to last about another week, though it’s not a whole lot of variety. Most of it is the nutrition bars which are cheap and taste cheap while the other is mainly drinks and cyro-meats.

You close it and move to the next cabinet. This was one of the ones you had personally stocked with extra coolant supplies and oxygen, along with the tools to replace the parts. Since most of the ship is compact, you could easily just open up one of the metal plates around your headspace or under your legs to access the majority of the systems, barring the engines themselves and some of the trickier parts of the Missive Drive which was a pain to install. You close it and move to the storage locker, the one your dad packed full of whatever he wanted.

As you open it, you can see an orange-grey suit with a large brown coat hung over its shoulders. An EVA suit, large black-glass visor and all, one of the older variants you’ve seen even on Haven -- your dad’s old suit. You remember him buying a new one recently and thank him mentally before taking it out to move it out of your way. Behind it is a layer of several metal crates, produce from what you could guess with the cryogenic markings labeling their exterior. You sit at the edge of the storage locker and look down a bit as it extends into the floor, allowing you to stretch your legs down into it.

Taking a look over some more clothes that your dad set you up with, you notice a clean looking business suit and an older looking set of enviro-suits that you wear under the EVA suit. You take off your red baseball cap and place it on one of the rungs inside the locker before placing your new, new to you, EVA suit back and close the locker door.

You stretch your back as your turn around to face the shower room. It’s the same as the locker as it goes deeper into the floor and allows for you to stand, if only a little bit. The dimensions are a bit off but you shake the random thoughts out of your head before stripping down and opening the shower door to slide into it. You close the toilet and wait for it to sit flush with the wall before turning the water on.

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>>2781110
Cold, again. Freezing cold. You freeze up a bit before the water heats up slowly to at least a bearable temperature as you slowly begin to wash yourself. A pretty smart way to have a shower in a ship that’s small as this one. Only around 40,000 kilograms and is basically just as small as some of the military fighters, though it’s way less armored and far less maneuverable it still manages to provide all the necessities like running water, a bed, and some storage. The shower itself is about your height and almost just barely your shoulder width and is a bit of a pain to properly wash yourself, but still it’s a shower. The sink and toilet are also in the same space with the toilet and sink being able to fold into the walls and the mirror being in front of you. Though, there is a mirror which sits on the ceiling of the “hallway”.

Suddenly, you feel the thrusters shift and move slightly. You must be arriving at the station orbiting Milo. Seems your computer was able to transfer all the information the station needed to dock you up, and since the ship’s so small it’s not going to be much of a cost. You can hear the ship’s hull sigh as you begin to lather up your hair and then you hear the ship’s landing gears start to rotate outwards as you finish washing off some of the remaining soapy residue from your skin.

Turning the water off, you feel the ship finally touching down onto the station before you start to crawl out of the shower. Taking a final look at yourself as you finish getting dressed, you take a look over at your pilot’s console. Seems you’re inside the station, one of the airlocked portions, probably why it took so long to get the ship inside but at last you’re at the station you needed to be at.

You turn back to the hatch and you put in the door’s locking code and then push it open with very little force. As you open it, you’re greeted with a smell of cooked food, oil, and a bit of sweat. Taking the first step outside of your ship for the first time in a week feels like ecstasy as you hold onto the door’s railing to stretch your back out properly, letting our some fairly loud cracks and pops from your back. Before you’re able to get too afraid of how loud the sounds coming from your back are getting, you notice a loud argument between two people somewhat near your ship.

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>>2781115
(3/3)

The two stand just outside of a significantly larger ship, a smaller civilian freighter. You’re not too sure what they’re arguing about but but it does sound a bit heated but before you could focus on eavesdropping in on their conversation, you notice something that strikes you at as odd. One of the people is a somewhat short girl with pink hair. You’ve never really seen anyone with pink hair, most of the people you’ve known had blond or brown hair. You shake your head before closing the hatch behind you and making your way to the hangar’s exit. Might as well start walking around, there’s a map here anyways.

You look over the map as you download it onto your mobile display.

>There’s a market here, might as well stop by and check things out. You do have some produce you could sell but there’s also plenty of things to browse. You have about 350▲.
>>There’s the Biotech & Cybernetics shop, you’ve always wanted to look at some cybernetics.
>>A Bookstore, a bit odd since books aren’t really that popular, let alone physical ones as this one advertises.
>>A Gun shop. Pretty much what you’d expect. Guns.
>>A Pawn shop close by, they might have something useful.
>A station pub, has some food and drink and you’re feeling a bit peckish at the moment.
>Go out and walk around, familiarize yourself with the station a bit before deciding anything.
>[write-in]

>>2781116
>>>A Gun shop. Pretty much what you’d expect. Guns.
Guns
Guns are good

>>2781116
>There’s the Biotech & Cybernetics shop, you’ve always wanted to look at some cybernetics.

>>2781155
We can always go to the guns later, lets us venture forth into the land of cybernetics.

>>2781155
>>2781183
Alright 2 for Cybernetics/Bioware shop!

>>2781116
As you finish looking at your mobile display and place it into your side pocket of your coat, you hear the sudden storming of feet and a flurry of pink hair pass you through the door. You see her carrying several bags of luggage as she passes and turns left to somewhere deeper into the station angrily. You shake your head as you check a sign as you make sure you’re heading toward the market, you’ve never been with your dad whenever he went to the market to sell any of his goods but he had always talked a lot about the market whenever you asked. He would mostly tell you some stories that he had heard from the traders that came from out of system since those were always the most interesting things from the market, but he would sometimes talk about new ship parts or new mechanics and would bring back some manuel-disks on engineering.

The most interesting thing he would talk about was the cybernetics some of the traders had. Pretty uncommon planet-side but on station traders would usually sport cybernetic gear but you hadn’t seen any except in some of the stuff your dad would bring back or on the net. You think to yourself as you pass several of the stalls and some of the rooms for shops before finding a shop with a big green neon sign that spelled out cybernetics on a large metal and otherwise spartan door.

You press against the unlock button to the side of the frame and watch as it reveals a surprisingly disturbing picture of several cybernetic prosthetic limbs hanging from fixtures on the walls with a somewhat gruff man tending to a customer. You place yourself behind the girl, waiting, as you look around the shop. You eye some of the names of the prosthetics, BioTyk Inc, Wynter Healthcare, and some that seem to be made locally.

As you wait and stand behind the girl, you notice her hair is snow white and she’s wearing a large coat, at least a coat several times larger than something you’d expect her to wear. Watching the two talk, you notice the legs sticking out of her coat at the bottom, both cybernetic and probably the reason why she was here. From what you can tell from half listening in on their conversation, she’s asking about some of his BioTyk stock as well as how much of something she called “Zaxaminiphul,” though you’ve never heard of it. You watch as the two finish talking and she turns to face you, her face somewhat flinches as she almost didn’t expect you to be there before half smiling and letting out an unconvincing “Sorry.”

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>>2781321
“No worries,” you say as you wave whatever she is apologizing for off as you face the shop owner who’s still watching the girl.

“Take care, if you need anything else come back,” he finishes before turning to face you. “Hello, my name is Doug and welcome to my shop. What can I help you with?”

>Cybernetics always seemed interesting to you, there’s something about what your dad told you about them that really captured your interest.
>Bioware is something completely foreign to you but you know most of Arcady Pharmaceuticals products are biotech.
>You’re not too sure what to ask about, might as well just ask what he sells and general information.
>Curiosity is biting at you, might as well ask about what she was asking about, what is “Zaxaminiphul” and why would she need it?
>[write-in]

This will be the past post for tonight. Getting slow right now. Tomorrow I’ll be running from 1pm Central time until I start feeling tired. Sorry for taking so long for this update, getting a bit sluggish and distracted.

>>2781327
>Bioware is something completely foreign to you but you know most of Arcady Pharmaceuticals products are biotech.
Voting for next session

>>2781327
>Cybernectics

>>2781327
>>Cybernetics always seemed interesting to you, there’s something about what your dad told you about them that really captured your interest.

>>2782243
>>2782264
2 for Cybernetics

>>2781336
1 for Bioware

Writing!

>>2781327
“We don’t carry Zaxaminiphul, shit doesn’t get freighted here often. If you’re looking for it you’ll probably have to go down to Iota Persei which is about a month’s trip with three stops whichever way you fly,” the man working behind the counter says before taking a deep breath from his cigar. “Anything else is fine, though we don’t carry any imp tech if that’s what you’re after.”

“Ahh, no, I was just looking for-”

“You’re not one of those guys?” he says as he leans over the counter a bit, eyeing you up. “You’re not part of the sons, his sons, their sons, or whatever they’re calling themselves now? I don’t deal with their kind.”

“Who? W-what?” you say taken aback slightly.

“Where are you from, kid?”

“Haven.”

“Haven? You’re a penal-colonist then? Third gens don’t usually leave planetside, you got business at Milo?” He says as he pushes the remaining nub of the cigar into an ashtray.

“Yeah, penal-colonist and I don’t think I really have to tell you why I’m here.”

“No you don’t,” he sighs as he dusts off his apron. “Guess you’re not one of them then, hair does give it away though. What all can I help you with then?”

“Well, I..” you take a minute to process everything as you look about the shop again. “I wanted to know more about cybernetics.”

“Yeah that’s right, you colonists don’t really see much of this stuff. Well most of my stock comes from Biotyk, not that that matters much since most shops around these parts carry Biotyk stock. Anyways, most kit you can buy are prosthetics, like arms or eyes, but you can also get monitors. Most cybernetics require other items to get them functioning as well as a little maintenance. I’d recommend the Wynter Healthcare brand, less time spent on fixing them, last longer too. You’d have to start out with a dock first so it doesn’t fry your brain. Rates start at around 450 and there’s a few Wynter docks I have in the back but they cost extra, around 25 bays for 2,500.”

>Zaxaminiphul, what does that even mean?
>”What did you mean “the sons” ?” The name sounds familiar but you don’t really know where it’s from and what’s wrong with your hair?
>That’s all you really wanted to know since you can’t really but anything right now.
>[write-in]

>>2782435
>>[write-in]
Could you tell me a bit about what those watsit faces were doing? The sons, or the sons of sons you mentioned?
Ask while looking over the selection of goods.

>>2782443
This

>>2782443
>>2782458
Going to try to pick up the speed.

Writing.

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>>2782435
“Ah, thanks.. Ah. you asked me if I was a part of “the sons” or whatever. Who are they? They kind of sound familiar but..”

“They’re terrorists and if you’re smart you’d keep away from them. Been in the news recently, they stole a ship from here. I saw told the reporter that I saw them but they didn’t believe me.”

“And.. what did you mean my hair gave it away and what do you mean their terrorists?”

“You’re blond, their blond. That’s their M.O. same with bombing. They don’t like much of anyone else either, would of bombed the senate if they could, bombed that splicer research center off Leo. Probably the guys behind those deaths too, though Arcady seems to be doing just fine killing off their own. Read in the Lodestar Reporter, you read them?, anyways read that there was a murder in Leo and it says that there are Arcady officials trying to cover up something out there.”

“I think I heard something about that, the Leo murder,” Lodestar Reporter is about the least reputable news outlet there is..

>”Well thank you anyways.” That’s all you really wanted to know since you can’t really but anything right now.
>Zaxaminiphul, what does that even mean?
>[write-in]

(pic related is what I imagine the MC as)

>>2782551
>>”Well thank you anyways.” That’s all you really wanted to know since you can’t really but anything right now.

>>2782551
>”Well thank you anyways.” That’s all you really wanted to know since you can’t really but anything right now.

>>2782574
>>2782621

Writing!

>>2782551
“Yeah nasty business that, even if Arcady helped build this station, shady officials I say.”

“Ah well thanks for the info, don’t really have the cash at hand right now though so I’m probably going to head out,” you say before you turn and head for the door.

“No problem. Take care, if you need anything else come back,” his words follow you as you open the metal door and leave. “The Sons” huh? Sounds like bad news even more so since they’re in system. As you take out your mobile display to check the time, you hear footsteps and a voice.

“Sorry,” the same voice from inside the store earlier. That white haired girl from before. What does she want, you think as you watch her form a quiet smile.

“What for?”

“Samuel Ward, age 19, Engineer. Right? You’re here to buy cybernetics, right? You have a ship here, PD Lakka, class Paxos. I’m going to need it,” her voice dulled and monotonous.

Blunt.

>”What?”
>”Who are you, how do you know so much about me?”
>[write-in]

>>2782749
>>[write-in]
>That's an intere-
>BOLT, FLEE, RUN THE HELL AWAY

>>2782749
>"uh no, im Edward Shlord, 17, Astrophysics Trainee and im currently not in possession of a ship"

>>2782755
>>2782761
I like both!
Do the latter first and when that doesn't work, run!

>>2782792
Oh
Do >>2782761
Then point over there
>The person you're looking for is over there.
THEN GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE

>>2782749
>run away like a lil bitch.
"This is just like that one episode of Bloodhounds where everyone dies."

>>2782755
>>2782761
>>2782792
>>2782807

>Runaway!

Seems to have won in a landslide. Alright, writing!

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>>2782749
“No..” you back up slightly, pressing yourself against the wall. Who the hell is this? What does she want and why am I still here? Thinking quickly, you parse out what she’s asking. She probably already knows who you are but you decide to try to throw her off with a fake name. “No, uh.. My name is Ed- Edward Shi-Shru-Shlord.. I’m seventeen and I’m astrophysics and I don’t have a ship.”

“Samuel,” her hand reaches out and clasps your shoulder harder than you would imagine her to be capable of. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying.. I’m just..” You look away from her face and then point over to a corner, “There’s Sam!”

“What?” her grasp on your shoulder lessens as she turns to face whatever you were pointing at. As she turns, you take this moment to push her arm away from you and sprint down the opposite direction. Though you fooled her, she calls out to you, “There is no secured positi..”

Her voice fades out as as you continue past the stalls where you slip into the small crowd. Who the hell was that, and what was she trying to say as you ran from her? Something about a secured.. Secured position? You catch your breath as you find the exit and open up your mobile display. Probably would be best to leave the market.

>Time to go to the pub and blend in there, get something to eat too. Since you’ve arrived you’ve been a bit hungry and after running..
>Head back to the ship, might be best to just wait this one out. It’s only twelve more hours until you have to go meet up with the Arcady official.
>Anywhere is better than here. Time to just walk around.
>Maybe you could hide inside one of the shops close by? [what shop? Gun shop, bookstore, pawn shop?]

>>2782896
Let's just go to the pub and have a good meal. I mean, that was nothing serious, right?

Right?

>>2782896
>>Maybe you could hide inside one of the shops close by? [what shop? Gun shop, bookstore, pawn shop?]
Pawn shop
Maybe we can get a second hand gun.

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>>2782896
Opening the map, you quickly put in the directions to the pub. It’s on the opposite side of the station so it should be enough distance between you and whoever that was. You breathe deeply as you place the display back into your coat pocket, exhaling mists and fogs as if it was snowing.

Taking up a somewhat quicker pace than you arrived with, you make your way through the station with the help of the map. Most of the station seems to be more utility, storage, and factory work for Arcady than much of anything else, though there isn’t even a proper research station in Milo.Industrial sounds fill the air as you pass by several of the larger and more open portions of the station.

As you near the pub, you start to smell cooked food and the distinct smell of smoke and alcohol. Your stomach makes its discomfort known as you find the door to the pub. Beside the door is a small standing sign that reads.

“Serving cold and hot cal 24/7. 3▲
Today’s Specials:
Steak and Shrimp grilled wraps 15▲
Drinks:
Blue Ale 10▲
Bitter Brew 15▲

You look over the sign before going inside, the pub itself seems to be somewhat empty than what you’d expect but still there’s a few more customers than you’ve seen anywhere else. A man standing behind the counter calls out to you. “Welcome, come sit down, what would you like to drink?”

>Just find a stool near the counter and order something to eat. Closer to more people so if this person does show up she can’t make a scene.
>>Look over the menu, see what all there is
>>order the special
>Just sit in one of the booths, no need to order.
>[write-in]

>>2783070
>>Just sit in one of the booths, no need to order.

a coffee or equivalent

>>2783070
>just order a simple burger and fries meal, contemplate getting the fuck out of dodge

>>2783083
also, no secured position...damn...we are fucked...if she shows up I'll be willing to listen now

>>2783083
This

>>2783083
>>2783097
2 for booths

>>2783144
Booth in far corner facing door.
Hopefully one in shadow where we can see door easily.

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>>2783070
“A cold cup of cal, please.” You say as you approach the bar and look around. There’s a group sitting in front of a table with what looks like a computer of some sort set up on it. “Your cal. That would be three standards, pay here.”

You pass your mobile display over a scanner that he produced before grabbing your taller than expected drink. “Thanks,” Looking over the room you spot a few booths empty and find your way over to them and sit facing the way you came in at. “Who was that?” you think as you start to take a sip from the oddly shaped, cone-like, glass.

You take out your display and turn it on. Looking through the cameras mounted near the hatch and inside the ship, “Whoever it was, they didn’t go searching for me at the ship. I wonder how they knew my name. It’s not like I’m well known or anything.. What if it’s one of those people that shop owner was talking about, “The Sons” or whatever.”

Your brow furrows as you watch the door and the screen. “Either way, best to keep a distance from her.”

A voice rips you away from your thoughts as a large shadow approaches your booth, blocking your view of the door. “Hey there!”

“The name’s Darius.” His voice booms over your thoughts as the significantly taller man sits in your booth. He stretches out a wide, gloved, palm over the table.

>”What now? I don’t know what you guys want but I’m telling you I don’t know anything.” He’s probably with that white haired lady. Should get out of this place as soon as you can.
>”Hey… ? Can I help you with something?” Another stranger, great. Wonder what he wants.
>”Hey there. I’m Sam, wha.. What can I help you with?” Might as well hear this guy out, he doesn’t seem that dangerous. Then again he’s taller, bigger, and meaner looking than that white haired lady.
>Ignore him, keep watching the door. She could arrive any second.
>[write-in]

>>2783194
>>”What now? I don’t know what you guys want but I’m telling you I don’t know anything.” He’s probably with that white haired lady. Should get out of this place as soon as you can.

>>2783194
>>[write-in]
Greet, but don't shake hands.
And keep eyes on both door and him.

>>2783213
actually changing to
>”Hey… ? Can I help you with something?” Another stranger, great. Wonder what he wants.

I'm starting to calm down, and that thing about the seured position seemed serious, maybe we should know something

>>2783194
>”Hey… ? Can I help you with something?” Another stranger, great. Wonder what he wants.

>>2783232
>>2783254
>>2783255
rolling these three into one, also sorry for the delay. I went to go make something to eat

>>2783194
“Hey… ?” you look at his hand and then back to his face as he retracts his extended hand slowly. “How can I help you?”

“How’s it going? Colonist from Haven, right? Seen a few come through here.”

“How can you tell?”

“The hair, usually a dead giveaway for those colonists.”

“Ah..”

“First time outside of Haven?”

“Yeah, third gen,” you eye him and the door as you take another sip. What does this guy want?

“Don’t talk much do you?”

“Ah.. yeah..” you pause for a second, tapping your shoe, “Gunna tell me what you’re after?”

“Straight to the punch, eh? I’m looking for some extra hands for my crew. Have a job lined up that is said to need a bit more than what I have. We’re set up near the front of the pub,” he thumbs behind him and you tilt and lean out of the booth to see the table that was set up. “Just need to fill up the last of the berths, about three more beds left. If you’re willing to join up, I can set you with a pretty decent pay for your troubles.”

>”I just met you, man. No.”
>”I have an appointment tomorrow for a job, that’s the reason why I’m here. I don’t think I could really do both.”
>”I’ll think about it. Tell me about..”
→ ”what kind of job it is”
→ ”who else is in the crew?”
→ ”what’s the pay?”
→ ”Who are you?”
>”Tell me, you’ve been here for some time at least, have you seen a white haired lady before?”

>>2783318
>”I’ll think about it. Tell me about..”
→ ”what kind of job it is” and
→ ”what that pay is”

>>2783371
>>”I’ll think about it. Tell me about..”
>→ ”what kind of job it is”
And
→ ”what’s the pay?”
→ ”Who are you?”

>>2783371
>>”I’ll think about it. Tell me about..”
>→ ”what kind of job it is”
→ ”Who are you?”

and after

>”Tell me, you’ve been here for some time at least, have you seen a white haired lady before?”
I don't know guys, I will listen but leaving our ship here?

>>2783402
>>2783383
>>2783380
Support

Also, maybe I missed something but fon't we have a job here we have to present ourselves to?

>>2783402
Wasn't planing to join, but if he thinks we're interested, he might not go after us right then.
He might wait for us to go to hisd ship for the job.
And if he is on the opposing team, or same really, asking him about the white haired girl might make him upset and start what he was gonna do early.
If he's a person after us.

>>2783414
ok, no girl option.

damn, I wished we heard what she had to say, I'm feeling a little blind

>>2783380
>>2783383
>>2783402
>>2783410

Locking & Writing!

>”I’ll think about it. Tell me about..”
→ ”what kind of job it is”
→ ”what’s the pay?”
→ ”Who are you?”

>>2783371
“Oh?” you say somewhat blanky as you turn to focus on him more than the door. You look back to your open display and glance at the time, 22:34, you have the Arcady appointment in ten hours. “A job?”

“Yeah, simple stuff. Just a trip to Unity-Point and we’ll be back here. Got room to dock a ship if you have one.” You’re probably just being paranoid, he’s probably not working with the white haired lady. “The job itself is a bit odd. Can’t really say much about it, not unless you sign.”

“Ah.. You said your name was Darius, right? Who- What do you do?”

“I’m the captain, or well, I own the ship. Got her for a steal,” he says as he leans back in the couchoned seat. “Kenji and I got her. Kenji’s the pilot, known him for around five years now -- good guy.”

“So how much were you going to pay for and can you at least tell me what I’d be doing if I did sign?” you say, though you’re not sure where to take this since you’re mainly just buying time.

“Pay would be around two thousand standards for the job itself, we’ll provide food, water, and a bed,” he pauses as he opens up his own display. “If you sign, you’d be working in cargo. Moving and putting it where it’s supposed to be. You’d be working under Hazel, our inventory manager, and probably Isaac or Lewis since Seth isn’t much for helping new guys.”

You half listen to him as he explains, noticing the pink haired girl slouched over her booth table a few tables down. Darious notices and leans in a bit, startling you. “Someone you know?”

“Oh.. uh, no. I saw her when I arrived. She was getting into an argument with someone in the hangar. Been a few hours since then though.”

“Someone you want to know then?” You look back to him and he’s giving a half toothy smile as your face twists a bit. “Oh, don’t be like that, colony boy. So what do you say? Take the job and sign?”

[What do you say to him?]
>”Thanks but I have a job, I’m about to go to the appointment in a few hours.”
>”Not sure yet, I’ll get back with you later.”
>”I’ll sign.”

[What do you do next?]
>Might as well go talk with miss pink hair.
>Time to get back to the ship, time to take a nap and prepare for the meeting afterwards.
>Go find the White haired lady. See what she has to say, might be worthwhile.

>>2783554
>>”Not sure yet, I’ll get back with you later.”
Should we see if there's people hanging round our ship waiting for us?
>Time to get back to the ship, time to take a nap and prepare for the meeting afterwards.

>>2783554
"how much time do i have to think about it"

Meanwhile
>talk to pink hair

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>>2783554
“How long until you leave for the job? I might need some time to think on it, not sure yet.”

“All I can give you is until around this time tomorrow. That should be enough, yeah?” He says as he starts to stand up from the booth. “The job is good pay and the work wouldn’t be too hard. Think on it, you’ll probably like it.”

With that he leaves and returns to his group at his table. You watch them for a second as you finish your cup. Seems fine enough, though I already have a job. Arcady. You sit for a few more seconds before turning back to that girl with pink hair. You hadn’t noticed her earlier when you first walked in and she still has all her luggage with her.

Standing, you make the decision to go talk to her. Why not. You haven’t really talked to a girl since graduation and that didn’t go too well. Even before then you really only talked to Sara. You can’t help but feel nervous as you approach the booth.

“Hey..” your voice struggles out before fading. You’re a bit nervous, you’re never this nervous. Your words are trapped by your tongue and the roof of your mouth, pinned there by some unknown force. Why am I so nervous?

Her eyes dart from the glass of nearly full, almost entirely white, cup of cal, then back to you as you stand at a bit of a distance. A hand shoots out from around her cup to a stray party of hair that slouched away from the rest. Her eyes rest back on you before closing and giving you a wide smile, “Hi!” she extends an arm but then quickly moves it to point to the open booth in front of her. “sit, sit, how are you doing? Hmm.. uh, oh, I mean.. who are you?”

“I’m Sam, I mean, my name’s Sam -- Samuel,” she seems a bit too involved with her drink to notice you fumbling with your words as you sit opposite of her.

“Heh, that’s funny,” she lowers her cup, “I also go by Sam.”

“Oh really?” you say a bit taken aback but less nervous.

“Yup. It’s something a friend of mine started to call me by, though it’s not really my name… I mean, it’s my name.. but.. “ her words trail off and she pauses for a moment. “Anyways, how are you? I recently got stranded here.” she gives a quick breathy laugh before taking another long sip. “Why are you here?”

>”Oh, I came here for an interview with Arcady, claiming a position.”
>”I saw you in the hangar when I arrived. Didn’t look too good, wanted to see if you were okay, really.
>”Standed? What do you mean?”
>[write-in]

>>2783808
>>”I saw you in the hangar when I arrived. Didn’t look too good, wanted to see if you were okay, really.

>>2783808
>”I saw you in the hangar when I arrived. Didn’t look too good, wanted to see if you were okay, really.

>>2783908
>>”Standed? What do you mean?”
add this, I mean, we've got a ship, maybe we can help

>>2783876
This

>>2783808
>”Standed? What do you mean?”

>>2783876
>>2783908
>>2783923
3 for saying you saw her

>>2783920
>>2783943
2 for Stranded?

Writing!

>>2783808

“Stranded?”

“You’re here stranded too?”

“What?” you pause, “No, I mean.. I came over here because I saw the argument you had in the hangar.”

“Oh, that? That was the guy who brought me here. He said he would take me to Leo but all of a sudden my money isn’t enough so he left me here,” her shoulders drop slightly at the mention of the argument. “He said I was a difficult passenger, for whatever that means.”

She takes another sip from her nearly empty cup, seems she had a few others with the three cups sitting next to her. Either she’s really tired, or she really likes the stuff but the only thing you can tell is that she’s really hyper from the cal or just naturally that way. You bet it’s the cal. A few moments pass in silence as she gets another cup, again a frothy, nearly white, full cup of cal. “That’s a lot of creamer.”

“I don’t like the taste, but this place seems to have really good creamer,” she says as she places her other straw with her old one. “I was supposed to go to Leo. Story there, you know? I’m a journalist, well I’m a blogger. Journalism is what I’m striving for. I like reading the news, always did. Grew up on a border world with my.. With family and we would watch a lot of news. Heard of a story up in Leo. Supposed to be something about Arcady or something like that. Then I was thinking of heading back to the border worlds with things starting to heat up from the sound of things.”

“Ahh, yea-”

“But I don’t have a ship and I’m getting low on funds. Don’t even know why I bought five cups, they’re not that cheap.” She says as she reaches up to fix her hair before giving up and just letting it out of the ponytail she had it in. “Anyways… hey, you don’t happen to have a ship? Maybe I could bunk with you if you’re headed that way. If not, I can pay, I know I said I’m low on funds but once we get to Leo I can pay with the money I make from the investigation.”

“Well I mean..”

→ ”I have a ship, ...
→ ”I don’t have a ship.”

>”Sure, I’ll be heading there either way. That’s where I’m supposed to be working soon.”
>”Sure, I wanted to help you out anyways.”
>”I would like you but it’s just too far out of the way, besides I couldn’t cover the travel costs alone.”
>”I can’t. It’s not really worth it if you can’t pay. Sorry.”
>[write-in]

>>2784149
>Sigh "i hate being nice, but i can take you there for free, as long as you dont mind a tight space for a bit, media needs more coverage nowadays, and that guy sounds like an asshole"

>>2784149
→ ”I have a ship,

I'm not sure, are we going to Leo? For our job?

If yes
>”Sure, I’ll be heading there either way. That’s where I’m supposed to be working soon.”

If no

>I still have some business to deal with here but I can give you a ride later

>>2784192
Yeah, your family friend worked at Leo and you're going to replace him. You're here for paperwork and to talk with one of the officials.

>>2784192
Bad feeling about this, but lets do it.

Guys, I'm getting more and more curious, that white haired girl said something about our job and disapeared, I kind of want to find her and ask her what she knows

>>2784149
Well the ship *does* have two eva suits. I wonder if the lugagge will even fit. Oh well, at least it is a good idea go make connections early on. You know, arriving at a new place where no one knows you...

→ ”I have a ship
>>”Sure, I wanted to help you out anyways.”

I prefer this one. More daring than playing it cool with the other option.

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>>2784174
1 for free ride

>>2784192
>>2784212
2 for Heading there anyways

>>2784284
1 for wanting to help

Arighty! Writing!

Paranoia is sink into some of the players I see. Muahahahhaa

>>2784301
man, why are there so many names around here?

>>2784149
“Well I mean I have a ship.”

“Perfect!” She jumps up from her seat almost instantly. “Then we should start heading out!”

“H-hold up for a second,” your voice stops her before she goes too far. She sits back down into her seat and slouches, sinking into her seat. “Look, calm down, I’ll take you since I’m going there anyways. But I’m going to have to stay here for at least another day. I have a meeting tomorrow with Arcady, that’s the reason why I’m here after all. Plus my ship is extremely small, I’m not sure I could carry all of your luggage. Though I think I can make room with selling a few things my dad gave me..”

“I’m not claustrophobic if that’s what you’re asking. I can wait, it’s okay. Just need to put up my luggage somewhere, since station beds are only for the station workers,” she talks as she begins to gather her items and other belongings. “It’ll be fine, come on let’s go.”

You narrow your eyes as Sam, weird thinking of her as sam, walks out of the pub. You follow behind and Darious gives you a broad smile and you could swear he winked at you before you left. You grab Sam by her shoulder to slow her down a bit and tell her to follow you. As the two of you make your way to the hangar, you check your display, 23:54. If you recall correctly, the meeting’s at 8:00 which gives you enough time to take a nap.

The large metal doors open up to the hangar, several ships lay in a line with yours being a bit farther down. PD Lakka, one of the smallest thrust-shuttles that you know of, but you called it home for the past week. Which reminds you that you barely cleaned up any. You sigh as the two of you get to your ship. “This is it.”

“You weren’t kidding, your ship is really small. How do you get in?”

(1/2)

>>2784488
(2/2)

“The hatch, you’ll have to crawl into it, not much room for comfort, but it’s just as good as any other ship,” as you finish you press against the unlocking door and watch as the first hatch opens into an airlock. You crawl into the ship first and pull into it her luggage. There’s about three bags which you could fit fine in the locker if you sold the produce your father gave you, though you also need to buy some more food if it’s going to be the two of you for the next twenty or so days. Then again you could always just room in with Darious since he said he has room for your ship and a berth. He seems to be going toward Unity-Point anyways.

You’re disturbed from your thoughts as Sam climbs into the ship after you. “This is pretty cozy if you ask me. Where would.. You know, we would be sleeping?”

“Well I have a bed and a floor, as well as a chair,” you point to the bed that’s imbedded within the wall opposite of the desk, the pilot’s chair (which is barely padded), and the floor the two of you are sitting on.

“That’s not so cozy,” she restates. “Where am I going to put the luggage?”

“The locker to your right there, it has a bunch of crates I can move out of here and sell so you can put it in there.” or you can go to sleep and keep the luggage in the airlock. It’s just as safe anyways.

>Time to go to sleep.
→ Bed
→ Chair
→ Floor
>Go sell the produce in the market. Need to get it out of here for more room since keeping luggage in your airlock isn’t safe when in travel. Plus you’ll get a decent sum of standards for your troubles.
>Talk with Sam for a bit. Kind of weird just picking up a hitchhiker after such a weird conversation, just kind of still processing it a bit.

>>2784427
Well, it's not really a problem. Not yet at least. Until then, I guess it's alright to namefag since I'm not 100% against it.

>>2784492
>→ Floor
genleman and all that

>Talk with Sam for a bit. Kind of weird just picking up a hitchhiker after such a weird conversation, just kind of still processing it a bit.

we can sell the stuff tomorrow after the meeting

>>2784492
>Go sell the produce in the market. Need to get it out of here for more room since keeping luggage in your airlock isn’t safe when in travel. Plus you’ll get a decent sum of standards for your troubles.

She comes with us, she can repay our kindness by helping us carry this shit

>>2784528
Eh, we should look through our stuff first, no clue as to what goodies were left behind.

>>2784492
>>Time to go to sleep.
>→ Bed

You joking right? Being a beta right away? no no no no no no no no

Also,
>Talk with Sam for a bit. Kind of weird just picking up a hitchhiker after such a weird conversation, just kind of still processing it a bit.

It's not like the conversation will go for 10 hours

>>2784528
I'm changing to

Bed
we don't really know her to be that nice.

and

>Go sell the produce in the market. Need to get it out of here for more room since keeping luggage in your airlock isn’t safe when in travel. Plus you’ll get a decent sum of standards for your troubles.

>>2784599
Only if we look through it first.

>>2784599
>>2784551
>>2784559
3 for selling Produce

>>2784566
1 for talking with Sam

all for sleeping in the bed once you go to sleep

Count this too?
>She comes with us, she can repay our kindness by helping us carry this shit

>>2784609
>>She comes with us, she can repay our kindness by helping us carry this shit
Yes, or are we going to let a stranger stay in our ship unwatched?

>>2784609
yup I'm not really keen on leaving her alone on our ship

>>2784609
Leaving her alone in the ship? She may look at the secret place hidden below the mattress

>>2784611
>>2784612
>>2784615
just making sure, writing!

>>2784609
Welp, let see if we find the white hair. I have some questions

>>2784651
The Shirokami

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>>2784492
You open the locker, four metal crates of produce sit behind your EVA suit. Pushing the door open, you slide your legs into the locker and find the bottom of the locker. “Alright, Sam, go find a trolley so we can get this stuff to the market. Need to move it to put your luggage in here.”

“Sure thing, boss,” she says with you not knowing if it was sarcasm or not. You hear her leave the hatch and leave into the hangar. Four metal crates isn’t that heavy, around 15kg each, but isn’t fun to carry around a station for longer than a couple of meters. You wrap your arms around the first crate at the top of the stack and lift it, placing it near the airlock. Before you knew it, Sam was back with a trolley large enough to carry the crates. Perfect.

She helps you load the remaining crates onto the trolley in only a few minutes, probably would have been hell if you had to have carried them by yourself. You don’t think you could carry two of them by yourself all the way to the Market, much less all four. Sam was the first to break the silence of moving crates, “So, what’s in them?”

“I’m.. well I’m not too sure. They’re all produce. Most likely various fruits, since that’s what my father grew,” you look over the crates, all of them are cryo-sealed meaning they’re all frozen and probably just as fresh as they were when they were picked. Curiosity gets to you as you look over the four crates, and you decide to open one. Pressing against the seal, you start to feel the crate vibrate quietly before pressurized air hisses out at the edges, unlocking the crate. You lift the lid, strawberries. Pretty expensive commodity, around a hundred standards for the whole crate, though you know it never sells that high.

The other two crates are citrus fruits, around twenty standards each, and a crate of apples, around fifteen standards, all fresh. “Wow, where did you get all of this from?”

“My dad grew them. Sells them at the market in the local station, gave these crates to me to pad my wallet with I guess,” you say as you reseal the crates. “Let’s get to the market before it gets too late. Need to sleep before the meeting.”

“Lead the way, captain,” she says as you push the trolley off. The two of you make your way out of the hangar and continue on before she, again, breaks the silence first, “So what made you come to Milo. I mean, I know for the Arcady thing, or whatever but.. I mean.. Where are you from?”

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>>2784767
“I’m from Haven,”

“Heaven? You don’t look like an angel.. Though I guess..”

“What? No, Haven, it’s about 13 light years out. It’s a Penal colony and I’m a third gen.”

“Third gen, why were you in a penal colony?”

“Not sure, apparently my family was one of those that transferred from another colony, a lot of families tend to be moved around like that. But I never knew why we were there in the first place though.”

“Sounds rough, being the ones to try to colonize a system.”

“Wasn’t that bad, had a lot of friends there. But it’s not like I would have stayed. My older brother, Harrison, definitely didn’t like staying around the place. Left planetside as soon as he hit sixteen and got his certificate. Went and joined the navy.”

“You don’t look sixteen, did you stay?”

“Yeah I stayed with my younger brother, Ben, and my parents for a while. Mainly just to help around the farm, Ben should be graduating in a couple of months too, so..” you slow down as the two of you reach the market. Though most of the crowd had died down, you still see a fair few people walking around the stalls and it still smells a bit like sweaty stale ramen. You push the cart through the small crowd of market-goers. “So.. why don’t you tell me more about you? Why are you a blogger, you said your friends call you Sam what’s your real name, Samantha or something?”

“Blogger, what--”

“Samuel,” You had almost forgotten why you went to the pub a few hours ago. But now you clearly remember -- the white haired girl. Standing in the same spot that you had left her in, right by the Cybernetic and Bioware shop that had already closed for the day. Sam looks at you and then back to the girl who’s now approaching.

-- End of tonight. Going to run again tomorrow starting at 1 and going to whenever I start to get tired or star fcuking up my spelling. --

>>2784770
1 being 1pm Central. I have it in my schedule I posted at the top of the thread.

>>2784770
>>2784797
Thanks for running kov

>>2784797
>>2784770
Thanks for running man, let's see what she has to say

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>>2784805
What fellow namefig said
Here's a space awoo as appreciation for quest.

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>>2784770
“Samuel,” she repeats. Her short, straight cut white flows down past her large collar of her coat. Standing in front of your cart with her arms in her coat’s pockets, she looks between you and Sam, giving an unapologetic smile before focusing back on you.

“Wait, have you been standing there the whole time?” you ask, gripping your trolley cart harder. She makes you nervous, either the unnatural strength of when she grabbed your shoulder or her knowing almost everything about you.

“Yes,” she says bluntly, “It closed for today but I still need to find someone. You’re the first to return.”

“First to return?” what the hell is she on about? “Look, I’m just trying to sell this produce and leave.”

“Ah.. You’re from Haven,” she pauses shortly, staring at you. “Your father grew.. Fruits?”

You could only guess if it was a question since her voice didn’t change tones and there was not inflection. Just the same somewhat monotonous voice. “Yes. Fruits. Fruits I need to sell. Why are you still here? I mean, not here, but like here?”

“What.”

“I mean, why are you still at that shop.. And what did you mean about my.. My job?”

“To find help, and do you mean the secured position? There is none. Adam’s position was taken, we need to hurry to Iota Persei, I need Zaxaminiphul,” her words were stated as a matter of fact, though you could barely read what she’s saying since most of it sounds the same anyways.

“Why Iota Persei?”

“That’s where they sell Zaxaminiphul.”

>Okay, wait first of all, who are you.
>Hold on, back up for a second. How do you know me?
>What do you mean Adam’s Position was taken?
>What the hell is Zaxamina whatever it’s called?
>[write-in]

>>2785954
>Hold on, back up for a second. How do you know me?
>Why should i help you at all?

>>2785954
>>Okay, wait first of all, who are you.
>How do you know of me.

>>2785954
>>Okay, wait first of all, who are you.
>What the hell is Zaxamina whatever it’s called?

>>2785954
>Okay, wait first of all, who are you.
>What the hell is Zaxamina whatever it’s called?

I bet it's some kind of anti-rejection drug for cybers, the poor girl may be fucked without it

>>2785958
>>2785960
>>2785991
>>2786005

Want to just ask all the questions?

>>2786041
yeet

>>2786041
well, we kinda left her talking by herself last time, might as well listen to her

>>2785954
“Okay,” You raise your hands and look around for a moment, “Wait one second, slow down. Let’s.. Uh.. get out of the crowd.

She gives you a blank stare and you shake your head, “Just..” you sigh, “follow me.”

You push your cart away from the woman and snake your way through the crowd to an open area away from the prying eyes of some onlookers. Setting your trolley near a bench you sit down with Sam while the white haired girl continues to stand.

“So, back up for a second. How do you know me and who are you?”

“My name is Coraline Kayne and you’re Samuel Ward,” she says blankly.

“Yes I know who I am, but how do you know me?”

“Your certificate.”

“My certificate? Wha- what do you mean, My certificate?”

“It’s a part of the certificate database,” she points to her eyes, “and I found yours.”

Sam looks at you for a second and then back to the girl, she doesn’t seem to know what the girl is talking about either but.. You’re not sure. Coraline then takes a hand out of her pocket and points at Sam, “And her name is Nao-”

“MY.. name’s Sam, I’m from.. I’m from Montaway,” Sam answers quickly as always, probably still hyper from all that cal she drank at the pub since she hasn’t stopped tapping her leg since she sat down.

“Sam is an odd name, especially if yours is--”

“It’s a nickname, you know? My friends gave it to me.”

“Ah. His name can also be Sam, yes?”

“Just call me Samuel, it’s fine,” you answer for Sam. “We’re getting off topic, that doesn’t answer why you know so much about me.”

“It doesn’t?” Still unable to tell if she is asking a question or not, but she continues regardless, “I found your name and then I was able to search your father's name. Through that I was able to find Adam by searching camera footage, which is also how I know you have a ship here.”

“And.. ?”

“And what?”

“How do you know about the..” you lower your head and whisper, “the secured position?”

“Well, records from Arcady states that Adam has a Secured Position and the heir of the position was you,” she shifts her weight to her right leg.

“Was?”

“Yes, past tense.”

“Yeah, no I mean, what do you mean “was”? How do you know?”

“I don’t have the time,” you think you see her sigh, but she still wears a blank face, “I need to get to Iota Persei for Zaxaminiphul. That’s where I need to go.”

“That still doesn’t..” you take a deep breath and sigh, “Look, why did you look up my certificate?”

“Because I need to got to Iota Persei, for Zaxaminiphul.”

“What the hell even is “Zaxamina-whatyoucallit”,” she’s way too literal.

(1/2) [Options in next post.]

>>2786121
“Zaxaminiphul. It is manufactured by Mino-Maji Cybernetics and is required to be taken by those who have cybernetics. I need it because I have cybernetics. Cybernetic rejection isn’t something I want,” she shifts her weight again to her other leg, everything she says is casual and monotonous.

>”Why Iota Persei, specifically why there since I’m sure you could get it somewhere closer.”
>”I’m not a taxi service, I need to sell these produce before I get looped into someone else's whims.”
>”Why would I even believe you?”
>[write-in]

>>2786124
"that is quite literally not my problem missy"

>>2786124
>”Why Iota Persei, specifically why there since I’m sure you could get it somewhere closer.”

>>2786137
Also, i have an idea on how to help her and net us some cash if we can

>>2786128

1 for No my Problem

>>2786137

1 for Iota Persei

Calling vote in 15 more minutes

>>2786138
Also, planning and write-ins are encouraged so if you have a plan for things, post it. Discussion is always promoted

>>2786165
>”Why Iota Persei, specifically why there since I’m sure you could get it somewhere closer.”


we helped the other one for nothing, this one has an actual medical condition, so I don't know

is iota parsei our destination too?

>>2786124
*sighs* How long do you have untill any "rejections" happen? I can't just believe a stranger saying that my job is no more, you follow? You -do- follow right?

I guess this is a middle ground from not my problem and idiota, but it leans more to Idiota

>>2786177
My plan was to accept Darius offer of work, we would get payd and get a bed in his ship. He said he would tow our ship too so the girls could bunk up inside of it for the trip like we were going to do with Sam, we ask white hair for some payment too, or a chance to look at her cybers, we are engineers and I'm kinda curious as to how they work and we can use this opportunity to learn more

>>2786183
From Unity (You are here) we have to pass by duncast folly to reach iota persei and that's the opossite directon from Leo, which is... two weeks close? Iota is a week and a half probs

>>2786194
This seems plausible, but still why would we believe some random person that we no longer have a job?

>>2786194
idk i feel like darius is a pirate for some reason, its a weird feeling he gives me, so if we do that id be cautious

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>>2786207

Alright So time to break out the maps then.

To plan for this, you have the map, the yellow marker is where you are currently are at. The map itself has lines which correspond to the Spreadsheet here: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1D8FTisFiM57AjRSVZ1suQpMo4UzXv4Ql8QUj2jH-ofI/edit?usp=sharing which each number on the green lines x 3.2 = the light years.

>>2786213
we will know tomorrow on the interviw

>>2786241
Where we might get ganked. Cause wasn't that the company that has had all those mysterious deaths in it's ranks?

>>2786244
yeah, and a I kind of believe her because she clearly has access to some kind of records, seeing as she simply know everything about everyone she meets

>>2786137
Ok I'm adding another thing on the question

>would you find that medicine on unity-point or leo?

>>2786244
hey I've got an idea, let's ask her

If the position is not mine anymore who is going to interview me tomorrow? do you know?

>>2786271
Good question.

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>>2786220
Currently there are two flight paths you could take. Leo or Iota Persei. To go to Leo, you would have to pass through Unity-Point, which is dangerous. Or you can break the promise with Sam and head to Iota Persei with Coraline. Or you can ask Coraline more questions.

You still have to sell the Produce and the interview is in 7 and a half hours

>>2786286
I want to ask her if she would find her medicine in Unity or Leo

And add this question too>>2786271

>>2786286
cant she order her shit off space amazon

>>2786291
this is good

also ask her >>2786193
how long does she have until rejection

>>2786298
I mean, if it's medicine for cybernetics I think it will be available in other places too right?

>>2786303
yea, that seems like a very common thing to need

>>2786291
>>2786266
>>2786298
>>2786193
>>2786137
>>2786183

So the general consensus is

>”Why Iota Persei, specifically why there since I’m sure you could get it somewhere closer.”
>How long do you have until any "rejections" happen?
>if she would find her medicine in Unity or Leo
>If the position is not mine anymore who is going to interview me tomorrow? do you know?

Sounds good?

Also, I will plan out flight paths like >>2786286 if you guys want to go to a place since going to Leo you have like two different routes since you could technically backtrack and go to Haven -> New Arizona -> Leo if you wanted to avoid Unity-Point which is a ship graveyard and memorial.

>>2786310
sounds good to me

>>2786310
if we can backtrack add New arizona to the possible places to find the medicine

>>2786310
>ship graveyard
Too bad we can't go and salvage all those old ships.
A real shame.

>>2786310
This is good

Writing!

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>>2786124
“Rejection?” you ask, propping your head with your hand as you lean against your leg. “How long do you have until the rejections start?”

“Thirty days. The trip shouldn’t take longer than that. Iota Persei is only..” you watch as her eyes start to flicker and glow a blue before she starts talking again, “twenty-five days.”

“Wow!” Sam lets out, still tapping her leg, “Impressive,” she elbows you in the side, making you jolt up. “I should get some of those! Would make things a whole lot easier.”

“Do you know if anywhere else has this Zax stuff?” you ask, staying on topic.

“No, it’s the only place I was told that has Zaxaminiphul,” Probably from that shop owner. Is that the only reason why she was standing over there?

“Can’t you just check if anywhere else has it? Like Leo?” She pauses and her blank face turns into a flat smile as her eyes twitch. You guess she hasn’t actually looked up if anywhere else has it. Did she really just take the guy’s advice face value? Where did she even come from?

“Yes,” she says finally. “Leo has Zaxaminiphul, there’s a station there manufacturing cybernetics.. Along with..”

“Perfect!” Sam jumps from her seat. “Then you can come with us! We’re heading there tomorrow, Samuel said so himself!”

“You are?” Her face flattens out again before turning facing you, “Thank you.”

What? “No, no, no. She doesn’t speak for me. It’s crowded enough as is. I can’t take another passenger along with all your luggage.”

“I don’t have any luggage,” Coraline looks between Sam and you, “I didn’t find any.”

“Perfect! We just need to sell these crates and we should be off tomorrow after Samuel’s Interview,” Sam again blurts out.

“Of course.”

“Wait, what? No... What?” You shake your head and take a moment, pausing, “Wait.. alright so let’s back up for a second, you said there is not secured position. So if there isn’t a secured position, then why does the email still say I have an appointment tomorrow?”

“Record keeper, I suppose,” first time she isn’t sure.

“Then who is going to be the person who interviews me?”

“I don’t know.”

>”Why don’t you know? I thought you could search it in the certificates or whatever?”
>You need to sell this produce soon so you can just go to sleep. Deal with this tomorrow when you have the time.
>[write-in]

>>2786437
>You need to sell this produce soon so you can just go to sleep. Deal with this tomorrow when you have the time.

this girl barely seems human

>>2786437
>>You need to sell this produce soon so you can just go to sleep. Deal with this tomorrow when you have the time.

"can you look at the certificate while we sell this stuff?"

>>2786437
>You need to sell this produce soon so you can just go to sleep. Deal with this tomorrow when you have the time.

Ok, but you'll have to help with espenses, and I'd like to look inside your legs....fuck...I mean cyber, I want to learn more about cybers, I didn't mean you legs, aaaa...what's the point.


>>2786444
Maybe it's the lack of meds? I doubt she would survive for long if she was always like this

>>2786460
its her extreme monotony, as well as not having luggage for a 20 day trip? 25 day trip?

>>2786465
She mentioned she didn't find any. So she must have had them at some point, I think the withdrawal is making her this way. Like I said, if she was allways like this she would probably end up in a shop getting her cybers picked appart or simply starve in front of a store

>>2786476
it seems like didnt make an effort either, after all for all her research she seemed to not even consider anywhere else might have her medicine, if the effect is so severe you would think the medicine would be more publicly open and made.

im curious and very suspicious

>>2786437
>>You need to sell this produce soon so you can just go to sleep. Deal with this tomorrow when you have the time.

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>>2786489
>>2786460
>>2786449
>>2786444

4 for 4

Alright! Writing!

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>>2786437
You don’t know? You don’t know what she’s up to. Either she’s too straightforward and doesn’t think about her surroundings like anyone else would or it’s this Zaxa-whatyoumacallit. Either way, you need to sell your produce and get some sleep. You heard her out and now you know, but it doesn’t change things. “Alright alright. Look, I need to sell this produce before tonight. Sam is bunking with me, I guess, and I have an interview at eight. I can’t spend too much time on this.”

“Alright,” she says and shrugs. “I’ll find you tomorrow then.”

Before you could protest, she walks off into the crowd -- disappearing behind it. She’s just the strangest person I have ever met. Where do these people come from, and why do I even have to help all of them?

“She seemed nice. I hope we can take her to Leo, she seemed to need that.. Zaxapheminal thing bad.”

“Do you know what it is? Like what it does?”

“Not a clue,” she says before patting your back, “come on, let’s go sell this stuff then.”

The two of you make your way into the crowd and before long you find the produce section of the stalls where an old man watches over a still open stall. As the two of you approach, he jumps up from his stool and waves you over.

“Buying a lot today, are you?” His voice was croaked and sounded like gravel, “I have a lot to buy!”

“No, we’re selling these crates, Strawberries, apples, and two citrus crates. All fresh.”

“All fresh hmm?”

“Yup! Cryo-sealed too!” Sam says as she taps the top of one of the crates.

“Oh? Well.. Apples.. Strawberries..” he looks at the counter and fumbles with several different display screens.. “Citrus too? Hmm. Well the prices that currently sell at are.. hmm. I can buy them off of you for Seventy-five standards.”

>That’s not right! You know for a fact that they are worth at least a hundred and fifty in total, 175 at max. [Haggle]
>”Deal.” Need to sell them right now and haggling the price would only burn the metaphorical daylight.
>”No thanks, I can sell it somewhere else.”
>[write-in]

>>2786554
>That’s not right! You know for a fact that they are worth at least a hundred and fifty in total, 175 at max. [Haggle]

always, always haggle

>>2786554
>>That’s not right! You know for a fact that they are worth at least a hundred and fifty in total, 175 at max. [Haggle]
Look, these are straight from the fields, they're delicious. That price is an insult. If I wasn't constrained for time, I could go and get twice that from that other vendor, so how about lets skip the haggling and you give us a decent price? Say, 150?

>>2786554
>That’s not right! You know for a fact that they are worth at least a hundred and fifty in total, 175 at max. [Haggle

Start at max and go down from there the goal is something between 130-150 I guess

>>2786554
>>That’s not right! You know for a fact that they are worth at least a hundred and fifty in total, 175 at max. [Haggle]

>>2786561
>>2786568
>>2786592
>>2786593

Alright. Roll me a 1d100, best out of 3.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>2786603

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>2786603

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>2786603

>>2786617
we haggled this bitch

>>2786617
Take that shit, space hagglers.

>>2786608
>>2786611
>>2786617

It's roll under,
>22
Writing!

>>2786554
“What?” you say before thinking. “Are you kidding me? That’s way too low to even be worth it. The strawberries themselves sell for a Hundred standards.”

You see Sam look are you from the corner of your eye as the old man sits up and straightens his back. “You’re right. Though if I buy everything at sell value how do you expect me to make any money? You think people even buy at value? This isn’t a rich market. I can’t buy everything at what it says everything sells for.”

“That’s not what I’m asking you to do. At the very least a hundred and fifty standards. The stock value for these crates are a hundred and seventy-five. You can’t say that a margin of twenty-five isn’t profit, and I won’t let you swindle me for some fruit.”

“Alright alright,” the old man shakes his head and places his arms on the counter, “Calm down. Look, I can sell it to you for a hundred and fifteen. Any more and I would be better off burning standards.”

>”Deal.” 115▲ is a whole lot more than just 75▲.
>”Make it one thirty and you have a deal.” Press your luck, he’ll cave in. [Haggle]
>[write-in]

>>2786645
>>”Deal.” 115▲ is a whole lot more than just 75▲.

>>2786645
>Make it one thirty and you have a deal.” Press your luck, he’ll cave in. [Haggle]

>>2786645
>>”Make it one thirty and you have a deal.” Press your luck, he’ll cave in. [Haggle]

>>2786645
>[write-in]

Mr. Haggler, you are an experienced trader and you will sell these for 150 with ease, even 160 and I bet you will. Let me tell you somehting, my friend here is a reporter and runs a blog, why don't you ask her to write up a small review about your shop and we close the deal in 130?

>>2786665
hmm also this

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>>2786647
>>2786651
>>2786665

Roll me a 1d100, best out of 3.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2786668
1 here we go

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>2786668

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2786668

>>2786672
>>2786674
>>2786679
>19
writing!

>>2786645
“Look. You’re an experienced tradesman. You know how things work, you know how to smooth over deals, selling these at value is a non-issue. One fifty, one seventy-five. Easy. All I ask is for one thirty,” you say as you lean back, taking off your red baseball cap and place your hand on the crates as you do so. “Selling is your spess-she-ality.”

“Mmph,” he gives his nonverbal reply as he folds his arms and puts on some reading glasses, opening something on one of his many counter displays.”I don’t like buying so close to the margin.”

“When’s the next shipment, how many strawberries are on it?”

“Next shipment is in.. Well it’s in a month,” he grumbles. “No strawberries, never bought them since they run such a high price.”

“Sell them over their value, know any that sell strawberries here?”

“Strawberries? No..”

“Well then we have a deal,” Sam speaks up. “You don’t have any strawberries here, and if no one sells them then it’s demand and supply. Simple. Right? So you buy these crates at one thirty and you sell them for a higher price. You’ll thank us later.”

He sighs, “Fine,” he resigns. Sam gives you a bright smile as you sign the paperwork and hand over the four crates of produce. 480▲ blinks dulling against your mobile display. Finally, enough room to stuff her luggage in the locker and go to sleep. You look back to your clock and it glows a solid 1:15, could squeeze about six hours of sleep in before having to wake up and clean myself up. You close your display and put it in your coat before looking back to Sam.

“Didn’t know you liked to haggle prices,” she says as she smiles, proud of herself.

“Didn’t know you were good at it,” you reply as you put your hat back on, “Come on. It’s getting late. Need to get at least some sleep tonight, gotta be fresh for tomorrow.”

“Even if Coraline said there’s no position there?”

“I don’t think I can trust her,” you say as the two of you leave the market. You check your display again, looking at the map. “Besides, who trusts a stranger who instantly knows your name, date of birth, and where you’re from? I certainly wouldn’t.”

Sam lets out a quiet laugh before the two of you fall into silence and stay in silence as you find your way to the hangar where your ship is docked. Sam seems to have started to crash from all the cal she drank, surprised she hasn’t had a heart attack to be truthful. That much cal can’t ever really be healthy, but you’ve heard stories of guys drinking far more than she could possible down and still walk.

(1/2)

>>2786765
The two of you make it to your ship fairly quickly with Sam starting to yawn and nearly trip over a set of pipes that line the floor. You press against the door seal and crawl in, nearly passing out almost instantly.

Those eyes, whose..

An alarm you forgot you had set suddenly stirs you awake from whatever dream you were having. Eyes? You shake your head and stretch in your bed a bit before hitting your foot against the metal wall to your right side. Oh fuck. you hush yourself before looking around and turn upward to see a pink haired girl nestled and curled up in your chair. Damn thing’s harder than a rock, you wonder how in the world she could be comfortable sitting in that thing even more so how she could sleep curled up like that. You let out a sigh and look around the cabin again. You check your display, 6:15, you don’t even remember when you set the alarm, much less remember when you went to sleep.

>Time to take a shower, get ready for the day.
>Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, wake up and find something to eat in the cabinets.
>Just put on clothes and then wake up Sam, the two of you can go to the pub and eat something.
>[write-in]

>>2786768
>shower
>wake her up
>Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, find something to eat in the cabinets.

>>2786781
agreed

she pays, and tell her to get herself a mattress to put on the floor while we are at the interview, sleeping 20 days on that chair will make her want to die

>>2786796
o sorry, no she pays since we are not going to the pub and are actually eating here

>>2786781
>>2786796
These, she'll need something to sleep on, even more so if WhiteHair is coming along

>>2786781
>>2786796
>>2786806
3 for normal morning routine

Alrighty!

>>2786768
You slowly gather courage to wake up as you plan your morning. Get up, take a show, eat, do something about that chair.. Get to the interview finally. You stretch a final time and yawn silently as you slink out of the bed onto the floor, bringing your blankets and your pillow with you.

Pushing everything back onto the bed, you start to pick out your clothes for the morning. Opening the locker, you find just what you were looking for -- the fine suit your father gave you and the polished shoes to match the rest. Blue coat, tie, and dark brown pants with a white dress shirt underneath. “Perfect.” you think out loud, somewhat hushed and breathy. You place it into the shower in the plastic seal and get in.

Fucking COLD. You wish you had a way to fix this shower, but you just wait it out as the water heats up and then begin to lather up your hair. Been an exciting past day, too exciting. Is everyone out here this crazy or is Milo just a good sample of weirdos.. You think as you begin to rinse your short hair. You never knew blond carried such a bad name, must have been a thing outside of penal colonies since you never really heard of anyone not liking blond hair. Hell, you thought people preferred blond hair, but think that it’s something awful? Outlandish. And then that white haired girl.. Coraline. What an odd one.. Good thing Sam isn’t that weird, though you barely even met her before you started to accept her. Sam.. She’s kind of..

You shake your head. Nah.

As you finish your shower you peak your head out of the door and still see her sitting in that damnable chair. No idea how she does it. You get dressed and crawl out from the shower and sit in front of the desk crossed legged and turn to Sam. “Hey, wake up.”

She doesn’t move. Probably still on that crash, hits you pretty hard from so high up. You sigh. “HEY, WAKE UP.”

She stirs, if so slightly before suddenly popping her head from her knees, “hmm?”

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>>2786972
“Wake up,” you say before opening the cabinet. “Time for breakfast, I don’t want you eating everything while I’m gone. Besides, you need to go to the store and pick up some bedding for that chair.”

“Naaan..” she says half awake. “Hmm?”

“For the love of..” you mumble to yourself as you take out one of the nutrition bars. “Come here.”

“Watash.. wha.. Huh?” She kind of just stares at you for a moment before blinking slowly. “Why.. why do y- you look like you’re going to start talking about sports?”
She laughs lightly to herself before stretching her back out, raising her arms and grabbing one at the elbow. You just take a bite of the bar and nearly choke on it before turning back to your food. Sports? You take another bar and toss it over to Sam, “What do you mean?”

“Well you don’t really look like you’re going to a business interview.. I mean..” She says after catching and almost dropping the bar. “I mean, you look more professional. But..”

“But?”

“Hmm.. nothing.”

“Well, anyways.. You’re going to have to buy some padding.”

“Why’s that?” She looks down and then back at you with a raised brow. “You don’t..”

“You’d probably kill yourself if you had to sleep in that thing for more than a day, much less twenty.”

“That thing.. Oh, you mean the chair!” she gives a sort of relieved look as she bops her head with the nutrition bar. “Of course that’s what you’re talking about… Cheapskate.”

“Cheapskate?” You turn back to her, “I didn’t realize I was a taxi service.”

She just smiles the same bright smile before biting into her own bar. “Alright.”

You sigh as you finish your bar and look at the time. 7:37.

>Time to go!
>Go to the pub and grab a cup of cal.
>Tell Sam something.
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>>2786975
>Time to go!
call her Nao on the way out

>>2786984
+1 Logic seems sound.

>>2786975
>>Time to go!

I'd love it if SamaNao gets out of the ship before Sam leaves. I'd be sad if he returns from his failed interview just to see his ship gone

>>2787077
also this

>>2786984
>>2787067
>>2787077
3 for tease and prod

Writing!

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>>2786975
“Alright,” you say to no one in particular.

“Hmm?” Sam says as she’s stirred from her meal.

“I’m off. Buy padding or something so you don’t arrive in Leo with a broken back. Also,” You turn back to her as you start to open the hatch, “ship is handprinted. Can’t fly it without my hands on that wheel, don’t get any funny ideas.”

“I feel bad that you’d think so lowly of ME, a stranger,” she smiles widely before shooing you away with a hand.

“Later,” you think back to the market for a second.. “Nao.”

“What!”

You close the hatch before she could respond that much and you climb out of the airlock, stretching your back and straightening your suit. I don’t look like a sports news anchor. You look yourself over in the shiny part of a ship near you. Some overpriced freighter, probably Atlas-made. You run your hands through your newly groomed hair and stubble-free chin before noticing someone was standing behind you.

“Samuel. It’s tomorrow,” her voice carries over and startles you, making you jump slightly.

“What the hell, C-- uhh, Coraline was it?” You say before straightening yourself out. “Warn someone before sneaking up on them like that, geez.”

“You seemed busy, didn’t want to bother you.”

“And yet..”

“It’s tomorrow, can you talk now?”

You look at your mobile display before showing it to her. “Seven Thirty-nine. I have the meeting at Eight. No I can’t talk now.”

“Later?”

“Wha- no! Just... “ You mouth your words as you hear Sam in the ship turn on the water. “Look. I’m busy right now.”

You start pass Coraline and begin to walk toward the Hangar exit, checking the map on your display. As you make your way through the station, you can hear footsteps and when you turn around you still see Coraline following you. She stops as you stop and then takes out a sucker she had and unwraps it. “I’m good.”

“What?”

“You stopped at the pub,” she points to the pub’s door. “I’m not that hungry.”

“Wha-” you turn to the door and then back to her. “No. I mean-”

“We can talk after the meeting. The one at eight. I don’t know where it’s at so I’ll follow you.”

“That’s.. Whatever,” you shake your head and continue to follow the map with Coraline in tow. As you near where the map says is the offices, you turn to look at Coraline. “Look..”

“It’s okay. I will wait,” she just stares at you before taking out the sucker and looking at it disappointingly as it’s just the white paper stick now. You take check your display quickly 7:56.

>Tell Coraline off, you can’t have her standing outside of the offices.
>Ignore her and walk into the office. Might as well.
>Check yourself over a final time, ask Coraline her opinion. You don’t look like a sports news anchor do you?
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>>2787174
>>Check yourself over a final time, ask Coraline her opinion. You don’t look like a sports news anchor do you?

>>2787174
>Ignore her and walk into the office. Might as well.

"ugh... look I don't have the time... Wait here. Stay."

>>2787174
>>Check yourself over a final time, ask Coraline her opinion. You don’t look like a sports news anchor do you?


I'm kinda worried about her, did he eat? or sleep for that matter? we should ask this after the meeting

>>2787174
>Check yourself over a final time, ask Coraline her opinion. You don’t look like a sports news anchor do you?

Nao made me self-coucious about our looks.
Carol is pretty blunt, she'll tell us how it is

>>2787174
>ask her how you look

>>2787183
>>2787195
>>2787197
>>2787202
>>2787203

Whoops forgot to say I was writing.

Writing!

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>>2787174
“How do I look?”

“You look good,” she says plainly, “You do know I’m right, right?”

You watch her with he hands in her overly large coat pockets as she stares at you. You sigh, “You got a mirror at least?”

“Why would I carry one?” She raises an eyebrow, most you’ve seen her face move, “Do you think I should carry one? How do I look?”

“What? You look the same as yesterday,” you shake your head “You look just fine. Now..”

“Thanks.”

You shake your head before looking at the large menacing doors in front of you. Three times larger than you, and probably twice as thick as you are. You run your hand through your hair one last time before placing a flat palm against one of the doors. The heavy wooden door slowly creaks open, revealing a large dimly lit office. Black marble tiles and a long red carpet outlining a path out to an ominous black desk facing the you with a well dressed man standing behind it looking out of a thickly tinted window that covers the back wall entirely.

“Just look at them. They work endlessly, back and forth like mindless beasts, as you would call them,” He starts without facing you, “There’s a place for them and a place for us. Upper crust, management is written all over your profile. I read it a few days ago, Miss Bordeleaux, impressive work. Arcady wants more like you; a strong, independent, investigative woman. Someone who can work hard and motivate others to do their work and understand people better than their coworkers. Someone who fights for the little people. Someone with strong qualities like you. I know journalism was your previous career, and we can look past the few articles you’ve written so far as long as you take them down. A place for you in Arcady is guaranteed, a place amongst..”

He trails off as he turns to you and narrows his eyes as you stand in the middle of the doorframe. “You’re not a woman..” He turns to another lady sitting at a comically small desk on the wall to your right, “Elizabeth, I thought you said that you had fixed my schedule, eight o’clock is the Bordeleaux meeting, where is Bordeleaux?”

“Abigaile, and the meeting was changed. I sent you the schedule five days ago.” Her otherwise deadpan expression is broken by a wiry smile as she nods to you and fixes her desk nameplate, “sec. Abigaile Adderson” shown on gold against a dark wood, “A Mr. Ward was supposed to arrive at your eight o’clock.”

He turns back to you as he walks over to his desk and places both his hands onto it, “And are you a Mr. Ward?”

“Ah.. uh,” You look between the two, “Yes, I’m Samuel Ward. I was told I’d..”

“Yes, the secured position left by your.. What was he? You family Friend, Adam Tennent.” His expression changes quickly and the dim office starts to brighten, the black marble turning into a white and the carpet a blue. “Please have a seat. Forgive me, my secretary, Miss Anna there,”

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>>2787293
“Abigaille,” Her voice more of a sigh than anything. You notice a large steel thermos sits on top of her desk besides a blue angled screen as you walk toward the now white marble desk and a seat rises from the ground beside you.

“..told me the wrong date. Adam’s last position was a minor managerial position in the Leo System, no?” He says before taking his own seat as a blue screen rises from the center of the desk. A bright smile washes over his face. “A good position to give to you, with my records I can tell you’ve worked some small time, behind the counter, jobs. With Arcady you can expect much more than just the customer handling. Along with valuable experience you wouldn’t find anywhere else. Within this position you will find yourself well off if you are able to communicate well with others, program and manage equipment, able to work schedules and able to manage a team, able to think forward, able to problem solve, and with financial management skills, then this position is the best possible choice for someone like you. Do you think you could properly maintain a small team to produce correct rates? Do you think you’re up to a task like this?”

“I uhh,” you say as he pauses for a second before he raises an eyebrow. I guess Coraline was lying after all. Thank God. This sounds great.

“No need to answer now, there’s much to do before you start. Time between travel would be at least two months, I expect training would continue on from there.. Adam Tennent left you quite a spot Mister... Hmm, that’s odd.” He edges closer to the screen before pointing over to Abigaile, “Annabelle, send me that document on the Leo System.” A few seconds pass as you look between the two, his eyes narrow and his face turns hard as he reads whatever was on his screen.

“I apologize Mr. Ward. It seems the position is no longer available.” He says finally.

WHAT? “I thought it was a secured position, doesn’t that mean..”

“Yes, it means whoever the one who previously held the position names will then take over the position. Unless..” he cuts you off before you finish and then pauses for a moment before continuing, “Unless the previous holder of the position is forcibly removed by those above him. It seems that Adam named you as his heir to his position, but there was a management issue to be found and his position was revoked. I apologize as I understand his death must have been a difficult thing to find out.”

“He didn’t die, he said in a letter that he would be stepping down and giving me the position as he would live on Haven.”

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>>2787303
“He did die, it says right here, cause of death was unknown. Though he was revoked his title before he left the Leo System. The article speculates that there was a malfunction within his vessel, again unknown. Some are saying there’s something fishy but.. I don’t believe it. I apologize but that position is no longer available as a Mister John Colby currently holds that position. If you wish to continue this meeting you will no longer be considered for a managerial position, but enter into the position of Cargo Handler, Inventory associate, General Associate, Sales Associate, or a Technician. Skills must be met to be eligible for the positions and training would first be needed to be handled. I can set you up for a position within the same system if you wish but if you want to continue to work for a managerial position of the same caliber, you must first be a part of Arcady’s wonderful team for a minimum of twenty years, which then you must already have some experience in management.”

Coraline was right.

>What. The. Fuck.
>”Fuck this, I’m leaving.” You know Darious has a position open.
>”What.. What are the other.. Can you tell me more about the other positions?” Can’t have everything we want. You guess you could start from the bottom.. And..
>Get up and thank him for his time. You’ll get to the bottom of this, bottle this and find out more. Whoever this John Colby is, probably got that position by stealing it. You’re heading to Leo regardless of a secured position.
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>>2787308
>>”What.. What are the other.. Can you tell me more about the other positions?” Can’t have everything we want. You guess you could start from the bottom.. And..
>You’ll get to the bottom of this, bottle this and find out more. Whoever this John Colby is, probably got that position by stealing it. You’re heading to Leo regardless of a secured position.

>>2787308
>>[write-in]
What system was he headed to?

>>2787308
Where was he headed when he had the accident?
>Get up and thank him for his time. You’ll get to the bottom of this, bottle this and find out more. Whoever this John Colby is, probably got that position by stealing it. You’re heading to Leo regardless of a secured position.
Since we are interested in investigation according to our char gen

Also, I'm not interested in a position here guys, 20 years minimum pushing crates to get something good is like bad end of the quest

>>2787308
>>”Fuck this, I’m leaving.” You know Darious has a position open.

"I studied to become an enginner not a Cargo Tech. I'd rather involve myself with a pirate"

>>2787308
>>Get up and thank him for his time. You’ll get to the bottom of this, bottle this and find out more. Whoever this John Colby is, probably got that position by stealing it. You’re heading to Leo regardless of a secured position.

on the way to our ship pick up some padding for Caroline, she'll need it to sleep on the floor

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If you're going to Leo, there are two possible routes.

>>2787420
We don't even have enough fuel or whatever for the long route