driftfleet | 001 ♱ arrival (video)

Who: Mihael "Mello" Keehl & open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva. Hospitality deck.
When: Current.

[Mihael's eyes blink open slowly, then immediately sharpen. He sits up with a jerk, barely keeping himself from looking visibly panicked, from bringing a hand to his chest to feel for a heartbeat. In that split second after waking his mind is flooded with several thoughts at once, the foremost being that he's alive, which doesn't make sense given what he knows about the Death Note and what he's sure he felt only moments before. If he's alive then there's a good chance that Kira is involved, and that wherever he is would be monitored by the enemy.

But then, this also doesn't seem like Kira's style. The self-proclaimed god of the new world just killed people that were in his way, often even when keeping them alive might have served his purposes better. This means that something has to have gotten in the way of that - an unwritten rule, perhaps, or another shinigami. He'd always been ahead of them when it came to how the books truly worked.

There's a chill, but it's not in the air. He feels it deep in his bones, and he laments the loss of his coat. He hadn't been wearing it when he'd "died", and a glance around lets him know that it at least isn't in the room with him. His vest doesn't do much against the cold, though if it's coming from within an extra layer over his skin might not do much anyway. Is this normal? Part of the process of foiling the note? Having this big of an information gap is infuriating. He doesn't have his gun either, but that's the least surprising revelation so far.

He sits up, sliding to the edge of the cot. The room is completely unfamiliar and sterile. If someone is monitoring him, then they'll expect him to check the door. Might as well not keep them waiting. He's not even sure he should be surprised when it opens. Even if it's some sort of trap, whatever's out here has to be able to tell him more than what's in that little room. The attempt on his life has already been made, and it would be a waste of resources to go through all this trouble just to try and kill him again right away.

Leaving the door ajar for a few moments more, he does a final check of the room to make sure he isn't leaving anything behind. He pats himself down, too, as new additions to his person were very possible in this situation. The bump behind his ear gets a deep frown out of him, and messing with it proves to be too uncomfortable. A bug, perhaps. A tracking device. Both. He'll have to watch what he says.

In his pocket is... not his cell phone. Something else. When he flips it open he's met with an unfamiliar interface - unfamiliar, but not difficult. This is something. It's a step toward figuring out what's going on, and he's thumbing through entries as he finally leaves the room.

Some time later, he finally addresses the network himself.]

Disregard any messages from another I.D. of someone with my name and face.

And you. You'll talk to me.

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... I was hoping for something less definitive.

[He's going to get space sick, you realize. He just knows it.]

And I was hoping we'd never end up with someone who would attempt to blackmail anyone on the ship, in exchange for doing their part, but we've both been disappointed.

[She's still not angry, just matter of fact.</small

I wouldn't consider it blackmail. It's helping someone out in their time of need.

A grumpy, nauseous engineer doesn't make for a smooth running ship.

[He's not even exaggerating, really. He knows how he gets when he hasn't had his usual chocolate intake for a while.]

If you'd like to amend your tone and actually ask for help finding your luxury item, then you might find me more amenable. But I won't have you making demands on the crew.

[That's just not how he works, unfortunately.]

I take it you're the captain of this ship, then?

One of two.

[She would have liked to have just said 'yes', but she's not going to tromp all over Coil's authority. So long as he's captain with her, he was going to be acknowledged as such.]

But I can promise you, you won't find Coil a softer touch than I.

Is it a matter of keeping a balance of power, or are you two just particularly close?

[He wonders idly if this Coil has red hair too, as if this is some prerequisite for being on a ship called the Red Fish.]

Are they your significant other?

[If she'd been drinking something, she'd have choked. As it is, her eyes go wide and she leans back abruptly at the very idea.]

What? No! [Why would you even think that?!] It's not anything like that.

[That reaction brings a smile to his face. It's good to know that sort of comment affects her, not that he'll be returning to this topic in the future.]

Okay, so it's a balance of power. I can understand that, not wanting to give one person the final word on everything.

[That smile makes her set her teeth, and she has to take a breath not to get angry. He's looking for tender spots to poke at, she's not going to rise to the occasion if she can help it.

He really wouldn't like it if she did.

Neither would she.]

It is what it is. But the point is, there are plenty of hardships to go around in the Fleet without you making more.

And this ship? Is this crew suffering at the moment?

[Aside from the lack of a decent kitchen.]

I'm not sure you noticed, but no one is here because they volunteered. We're out in the middle of the cosmos, who knows how far from anyone's home, with so far no means of escape. So yes, we are, but so far this crew has come together to make this at least bearable.

If you don't want to do that, that's your prerogative, but you won't take my ship hostage. Especially not for the sake of candy.

I appreciate that you think highly enough of me that you believe I'm actually capable of taking the ship hostage. I'm sure you've done fine without an engineer so far.

[Cute. But she won't bother to correct his little self-compliment. It's a quick way to get derailed.]

We have. I would not object to be better off, but we can and will do without, if we need to.

Good to know. Sounds like a capable crew.

[If not easy to manipulate, which is also good in its own way. If they'd all given in to his ultimatum, he would have set plans in motion to move up the latter of command soon, instead of biding his time. Being easy to bully isn't necessary a good quality in someone he wants to work with.

He'll just have to readjust his tactics.]

I've got the name of one captain now. But what's yours?

[She won't take the component, because it really doesn't feel like one. It feels more like an assessment.]

Syeira.

[Usually she'd feel abashed over her flagging manners, but in this case, she does not.]

Edited (Late catch on a typo) 2016-02-10 06:11 (UTC)

You can call me Mello.

[He'd thought he might give that name up, if he somehow managed to survive, but it seems it's intent to follow him here. And perhaps that's best. He's been using it longer than his real one.]

Mello.

[She inclines her head in a sight nod. Hello.]

I sincerely hope we can move forward from here.

[Please don't cause problems, Mello. Pretty please.]

Of course. You all don't seem to be budging on this issue, so we might as well leave it.

[He'd only been testing the waters anyway.]

Good. Then welcome to the Red Fish. Sorry about the capacity issue. The ships funds are frozen for now so we can't expand until that gets resolved. We'll figure out temporary sleeping arrangements in the meantime.

[Well that's just wonderful. If he was less adaptable, he might be a lot more pissed.]

How'd you manage to get your funds frozen?

[Wow. What an ass. It's enough to make her crack a small smile.]

You're giving me far too much credit. That's ships as in all the ships. You can thank Atroma for it.

Was there any reason at all? Or is this normal while new crew members are being assigned?

[He's mentally going over what might have been included with the engineer upgrades in case he can work sleeping arrangements out in there somehow.]

Oh yes, there's a reason. Our delightful kidnappers [Smiling with sarcasm.] decided to dump some cargo onto our ships and because of it, the station froze the accounts.

What sort of cargo?

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