"Well good to know that everything else on the ship is in working condition. But I'll have to see the old bird in action to make a real opinion on her." She replied. Turning to face the other man in the room that had spoken to her. "And I guess you must be Maiokus, right? Well besides Sensors and Comms, I know a little about engines, but my expertise is in Piloting Spacecraft's and Recon."
In Character: : Maiokus says "Aye, that's me. Looks like we got ourselves a new secondary pilot. Finally I can retire in peace and to riches." He grins sarcastically.
Loriel laughs at Maiokus' sarcasm, before turning back to her own console. "So boys, when exactly is this ship suppose to fly out? Cause I'd rather leave before another random law is discovered that will keep us from flying."
"Doc, how long you going to be?" Thumbing off the throat mic, Silver turns to Adeline.
"Not exactly how I pictured us getting back together. I am sorry that you got caught in the crossfire at the food court. Is joining The Wildcard really what you want to do?"
"As soon as I get the word we're off this poisonous rock, don't worry. I'm itching to engage the M-Drive."
"Another pilot. Engineer too. Sounds like less duties for me, welcome to the team. Pilot and Recon. Don't look like a Marine. Scout, right?"
Once Silvertongue and Shuth report that everything is ready Njall checks with control for clearance and lifts off, taking his time and with pilot controls unlocked on Maiokus and Loriel's stations in case his own fails - he doesn't want to risk any accidents that might keep them on Ruie any longer:
Pilot with +3 Skill, +1 Dexterity
Out of Character: : Rolling now so as not to hold up progress - I seem to be out of sync, time-zone wise.
Edited: Bindoner on 29th Feb, 2016 - 10:55am
In Character: : As Njall takes the Wildcard out of dock, Maiokus will keep an eye on his station. He nods to Lorelei, "Feel free to take your post and get familiar with the system. Be careful though, it's a bit of a safety hazard. Make sure the wire covers are on tight."
"What do you think Njall, once we get to the safe distance to jump, want Lorelei to give a jump a whirl while you take care of the J-drive?"
Maiokus smiles to himself, despite the bruises from the previous few days. He's happy to be off this rock and back to the freedom of endless space.
Out of Character: : What is everyone's TZ anyways? I know Gaden and I are out of East Asia.
Edited: Maiokus on 29th Feb, 2016 - 11:47am
020-1115
0900hrs
Shuth makes contact with the administrator of the space port hospital, a man by the name of Dr. Alzan Fakaj. Dr. Fakaj is very polite, though he initially responds to the request for a sample of Fraker's disease with confusion. Dr. Fakaj explains that he will see what he can do about putting a sample together and find out what would be required for Shuth to obtain the sample.
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Dr. Fraker sits at his in his office, a phone receiver held to his ear, his forehead is furrowed "No trouble whatsoever Dr. Shuth" he says "Just give me a few hours to make some calls and see what I can do."
The hospital administrator hangs up the phone and pauses for a moment before opening his desk and producing a paper with a list of numbers on it. He looks at the paper for a moment then takes up the phone and begins to dial a number. There is a brief pause as he waits for an answer and then he speaks into the receiver, "Yes, this is Doctor Fakaj at Ruie Space Port Hospital… I need to make a report."
1130hrs
Loriel settles in to the sensor/comm station on the bridge, runs a series of basic diagnostic tests to ensure the systems are functioning properly and finds that they are, although the sensors system does report degradation and advises that it is functioning at less than optimal. A tone emits from the comms station and a light flashes indicating incoming radio traffic from the tower.
"Free trader Wildcard this is the tower" a stern sounding male voice comes over the radio "You are advised to power down and open your bay doors to allow for inspection. There is a possible wanted parted party on board your vessel. Your request for take off is denied until the wanted party is taken into custody."
Looking out of the bridge window Njall sees a tall man in a business suit sporting a full beard approaching the Wildcard from the terminal, he is leading half a dozen guards armed with rifles toward the ship.