~WoM~A strange new world (RP thread)

[Yruvian]

Location and setting:
A lone spaceship in the middle of empty space, on a mission of exploration and scouting for new to be colonized planets. The ship has a full complement of star fighters on board, as well as the Conglomerate's most notorious assassin squad.

The assassins are there to take down anyone who may pose a thread to the Conglomerate's 'colonization' ships. They usually keep to themselves even though that's often hard to do in the cramped confines of the ship.

They've been traveling for two months already and are just entering uncharted territory thanks to the speed the vessel is capable of.

[Yruvian]

Ljaratan mutters a curse as he looks around his cramped cabin. Two months of space travel already? What ever happened to regular targets? He kicks the wall in frustration. "The most frequent trouble with a soldier's life is boredom. Beware of it!" He remembers the warning given in class with a sullen frown. For years, he has never tackled the boredom his teachers kept going on about. Until now.

His eyes fall on the door and he frowns some more. Maybe it's time to check the mess hall. Some of the others are bound to be bored too, right? After all, his men aren't used to this any more than he is. And even if they aren't around, he's bored enough to actually converse with just about anyone right now. Even if that means chatting to the barkeeper!

He leaves the small room, striding purposefully in the direction of the mess hall.

[Calomel]

Calomel sat in the mess hall, a digi-book splayed open next to her tray. She seemed fairly engrossed in it, whatever it was about, her food having long ago gone cold in favor of some interesting passage. With no one immediately sick or injured, the doctor had a great deal of free time on her hands and she used a stylus to scroll down the touch-display to the next paragraph. She was wearing her customary uniform; pale grey, almost white fabric and the comforting band of medic's green around her cuffs, collar and hem.

The woman glanced up when Ljaratan entered the mess, apparently not so engrossed as to miss the assassin-captain.

[Yruvian]

Ljaratan hesitates at the door of the mess hall. Instinctively, his eyes scan the entire room before entering completely. His training is so ingrained in him that he checks for exits even here.

For a moment he wonders what to do. He glances at the lone doctor and slowly makes his way toward her. Maybe I should get some food first... But he knows he is only hungry for some distraction from the boredom.

As he reaches Calomel's table, he stops, silent. He isn't the most social person around even at the best of times... and all of a sudden he doesn't know what to say. He just stands there, looking down at her.

[Calomel]

Calomel kept her eyes mostly on her book, until the good captain decided to mosey himself over to her own table. Grey-blue eyes lifted to regard him with an almost detached sort of amusement. One that hardly showed unless one knew how to read people.

"Captain," she said, clicking her book closed with a plastic snap and tucking her stylus into a breast pocket. "What brings you to see me? Headache? A cold perhaps?" She smiled at him, friendly by any standards. That amusement ever danced just behind her smile, even as she held a hand out, palm up, to offer him a seat opposite herself.

[Yruvian]

Ljaratan shakes his head at her question, slowly sitting down opposite her at the same table. Stupid, Ljaratan. What are you going to talk about with a doctor? But then, an idea forms. After all, there is something he needs to know... and the doc would be the best authority on the subject, right?

"No, I'm feeling quite well, thank you. I do need your expert opinion on something however." He looks her straight in the eyes, trying a smile. He isn't used to friendly smiles, as he usually limits his to his prey, and those smiles are genuinely not the kind type. Even so, he really wants for company and he knows most people expect smiling...

"Well... we've been in here for three months. If everything goes to plan, we should reach uncharted territory today. I'm just wondering whether there are certain precaution we need to take before leaving the ship and getting back in action. Will my men be fit for work as soon as we get planet side?"

He doesn't specify the kind of 'action' he's talking about. Either the doc knows what the assassin squad is around for on this flight, or she doesn't care... or she'll ask now. Either way is alright with him. It's not a secret after all.

[Calomel]

"Well, that would depend on the sort of action you desire. If you intend your men to act defensively in protect the colonists, your troops are at full capacity. None have displayed reactions to known allergens, they are up to date on all their immunizations. I made sure of that myself." The stylus found her slim fingers once more as she opened her digital book and activated an application. Scrolling through medical records..."Though if your mission is offensive, there is soldier Hrogin, G. He is currently on DNIC." She pronounced the acronym as Dee-nick. Also referred to as Duties Not to Include Combat. She made no assumptions as to Ljaratan's mission or orders. They all could guess, it wasn't her immediate business to know.

"Suffered mild internal injuries during a bout of sparring last week. Cracked rib, some bruising. I cleared him for light duty, no more until that rib is healed."

[Yruvian]

Defense? The word makes him flinch. Of course, his men have the necessary training... but they've never had any experience with actually defending anyone or anything. That's what the regular military was for, right? Even so, Ljaratan knows protection will be up to him and his men, as they are the only armed and trained forces aboard the civilian vessel. This journey is just getting better and better.

"Hrogin? Yes, he told me about that little mishap." Amusement creeps into his voice. His poor subordinate hadn't been happy at all. "He didn't like losing that much. Maybe it'll teach him to keep his guard up next time. He underestimated his opponent."

"Thank you. At least you didn't let any of us slack in our shots. About Hrogin... I guess handling a gun is light enough, seeing as you just cleared him for defensive action?" he inquires further. "I'll be careful how to deploy him if it comes to that, of course." And he will. After all, his men are the best at what they do and their training took a lot of time and effort. He won't endanger any of them if he can avoid it.

[Biadora]

The doors before him to the mess opened and Steffanie stumbled in.
The short man's hair was in a state of mess, and his eyes close to bloodshot -it was his downtime, but nightmares had once again disrupted his sleep.
Fumbling with shaking fingers with the wrapping around one of his ever present lollipops, he moves forwards. Heading towards the counter, but without thought sidestepping as someone pulls out a chair, ending up walking down into the next row of tables and straight for Ljaratan.
Lips moving in a silent mumble, the science doctor does not take notice of how he is soon about to walk straight into the Captain.

[Calomel]

Calomel quirked her mouth in a little smile at Ljaratan's flinch. Making the Captain uncomfortable with such words was ever amusing. "Yes, he is cleared for defensive duties not to include combat. Light activities, Captain. Your men are the only trained peacekeeping force on this colony ship and the Conglomorate can't afford to lose any of them to simple injuries."

"Will you be training any of the civilians to defend themselves in the meantime?" she asked, quite interested.


Glancing up over Ljaratan's chair, her amused and quirky smile grew slightly. "Stef!" she called, raising her stylus to wiggle it at the scientist and grab his attention before the man made a grave error and plowed into the Captain's chair. "Here, join us." Looking twice at the smaller colonist, she furrowed her brow in concern. "Steffanie, have you slept at all? You don't look well."

[Midnight Phantom]

Pausing at the doorway just behind the scientist(Stef) Trisuri looked up and around quickly before looking back down at his book engrossed. A rare paperback book for this day and age, but he liked it better than the scroll screens and this form was unlikely to tire his eyes prematurely even if they were expensive.

He continued to follow the sleep deprived science officer as he turned the page, follow not being the correct word more like stalked him, turning with him silently as he side-steps a chair but then breaking off only as the scientist(Stef) headed toward Captain Ljaratan and oh yes the doctor(Calomel) .. as nice as she was he didn't want to be in her presence any longer than necessary, especially encase she was reminded of any new vaccines they needed to have. He lower his book sighing slightly as his "fun" was interrupted and headed to grab some food wondering faintly what reason Ljaratan needed to see the Doctor(Calomel) for. 

[Biadora]

Hearing his names called out, Steffanie stops, head shooting up as on a deer caught in headlights.
Finding he had almost walked into Captain Ljaratan shocks him a bit, and he stumbles over his own feet, ending up standing, but swaying back and forth not too unlike a drunk.
A bright blush flashes across his face, before his gaze quickly lowers, then gets raised once more, this time to seek for the eyes of Doctor Calomel.
With a mumbled sound, Steffanie pops his lolly into his mouth and frowns. In his sleep deprived state it takes him a few moments longer before his jumbled brain manages to kick out some sort of answer. "What time is it?" he asks, then he blinks, and in a rushes manner drives his fingers through his hair. The idea was of course to get it to flatten, and look less unruly, but.. it merely ends up looking messy in a new manner.

[Yruvian]

Ljaratan frowns at Calomel's smile. He can't see anything funny about the matter. Little does he realize it is his own discomfort which amuses the doctor. The 'peacekeeping' part of her reply bothers him a little. It's much easier to simply take out the opposition before they become a problem, isn't it? It only takes one shot... and a little sneaking around. Of course, they can always use their stealth to keep the peace, right? If the natives turn hostile, it's easy enough to arrange a few accidents... He shrugs it off, seemingly putting the 'light duties' behind him as well.

He ponders her next question carefully. Training civilians? "I'll have to look into that. We don't have the necessary weapons available for armed combat..." 'Armed combat' meaning sniping, of course. "But it may be a good idea to get everyone up to date on self-defense. I think that can be arranged, at least for those that are interested." At least it would give his men something to do... and those civilians who care to join in won't be able to get into any kind of mess either.

His eyes shoot up when the doctor addresses Steffanie and he grins as he spots the scientist's stalker. Trisuri really is one of his better stalkers... and at least he's keeping his abilities sharp.

He smirks as the scientist tries to tidy up his hair unsuccessfully. "It's around noonish, doc. Why don't you have something to eat?" Steffanie really does look haggard. Whatever could keep anyone up on a boring journey like this?

Then he frowns again. Two doctors on his table? He wonders how much he'll be able to contribute to the conversation from now on... and his eyes float back to Trisuri. "Trisuri! I hope you'll join us over here too?" he calls to his team member, careful not to make it an actual order. Even so, he feels some of his worry lift. Just to have one of his team nearby is enough to make him better already. His unconsciously tensed muscles relax a little.

[Biadora]

Steffanie yawn and rubs one hand over his eyes again, blinking. "Not more?"
He couldn't have been asleep for more then a few hours. That counting the last half hour of turning about in his bunk trying to get back to sleep after his nightmare.
He eyes Ljaratan for a moment, then begins to stumble away.
After about two steps he remember manners and turns and gives the Captain and Doctor Calomel a half hearted wave. "Sorry, just gonna.."

Not elaborating, Steffanie stumbles on, heading for the counter. Managing the feat of almost crashing in or tripping over three people on his way there -almost, somehow managing to avoid the actual crash at the last moments.

Reaching the food counter (possibly almost crashing into Trisuri on arriving there??) the very much not all awake short man begins to talk to the ones managing the station. Talk turns into somewhat of an argument, but after some minutes, Steffanie returns back to the table carrying a mug in his hands.

Muttering darkly he finds himself a chair to sink down on. "..having stomach to call this tasteless thing milk. And why can't I get a decent cinnamon stick? Artificial spices just aren't worth the hassle.."
With a light pout he blows on his hot powder-milk with artificial cinnamon sprinkled on the top.
With a couple of sips of it, he begun to slowly relax, and his brain turns it's focus from the dream and to the conversation around the table.

[Midnight Phantom]

Trisuri stopped and looked up and back toward his Captain before nodding. "of course, Sir" he said as he  moved out of the way of the sleep deprived scientist officer before he was crashed into //he should find something to knock himself out with, I hope he isn't the only officer we have on board // he shook his head slightly watching for a few more seconds before considering it safe enough to gather his own plate of food as Steffanie argued about some replicated spice or other.

Once gathered he held his closed book under one arm holding the tray with his hands and waited, it would be much safer to follow behind [b[]stef[/b] than in front of him, something he gathered before they made it into the dinning area, however he was unpredictable in his movements so that was good training in itself.  slowing down he put his tray down near an empty chair in the same table as Calomel and the others but not sitting just yet.

" if you want fresh cinnamon, you might have considered talking to the hydroponic engineers about having a plant installed if there isn't one already" he said in a  soft even tone nodding faintly to Calomel in greetings hoping again as before she did not remember any new examines and finally looking at Captian Ljaratan. "Was there something you need Sir?" 

[Biadora]

"The head hydroponic engineer don't like me" Steffanie mutters in silent reply, before with he with a hint of a blush pushes his nose down towards of the rim of the cup, not really wanting to go all to deep into why he had managed to get on th wrong side of said engineers.