driftfleet | First Breath February Mingle

[ Nova has been making herself fairly scarce since the ship is over capacity. She's friendly enough (for her) when people engage with her, though. She mostly hangs out between her room and the kitchen, sometimes wandering around.

She's also been running things on the base station as a courier when she can, to pick up a few extra credits, which is probably notable. Feel free to catch her coming back from a run, or snacking in the kitchen (she's not very impressed with her options), or anywhere else aboard! ]

[It's been good to get some time away from the ship, taking whatever piloting and cargo jobs that she could get. Still, Furiosa makes it a point to be around at least some of the time in case her crew needs her. She continues to sleep on the bridge, comfortable enough in the captain's chair, and her little plant has been restored to the dashboard now that Max was feeling better.]

[She hadn't forgotten about her talk with Nova back over the ice planet, though, and she'd been thinking a lot about who she should have as second in command; things here may not be so dire as to necessarily be warranted, but she'd rather be prepared in a pinch if she was again rendered incapable by illness or some other means.]

[She opens a video feed closed to the members of the First Breath;]

Furiosa here, with an announcement as your Captain; I've made the decision to appoint Nova as my First Mate. If for any reason I am unable to do my duties, she's in command.

[A pause, a wry smile and a soft chuckle.] Not that we'll really need it here.

[ a few moments after the announcement is made, Nova slides into the bridge ]

Wait, what?

[ she's not angry— just genuinely surprised ]

I trust you the most and you're reliable. You haven't transferred ships yet or left completely, which helps.

[She's settled back in her chair, feeling at ease for once in a way she's never quite had the luxury of feeling.] You don't mind?

I— No, I don't mind.

I guess I'm just... surprised.

[ she really doesn't know what to make of it ]

[Furiosa shrugs.] I doubt it's going to mean that big of a difference.

[The nature of this place being what it is.] Have you been to the station much?

I know.

[ but she's going to let it drop ]

A little. I've been running some stuff for extra credits. You?

Same. I'e been stocking up on rations and foodstuffs as well, for the ship, in case anyone else isn't as lucky.

That's thoughtful of you. Do you think it'll be an issue?

It's hard to tell, but my world wasn't the kind you could stock up so easily. Maybe it's instinct, but I want to be well supplied in case the worse happens and we end up entirely on our own. Better to have a head start than be needing the basics right off the start.

[It's all puppies and rainbows over here.]

Yeah... I might have one or two secret stashes somewhere.

[ I get u ]

[She looks over At Nova, impressed.] That's a good thing to have. Keep them hidden.

[ shrugs ]

It's a force of habit.

[She gives a wry, dark chuckle. The things their worlds do to them.] I can get that. Your world wasn't exactly rife with resources, was it?

[The newest member of the crew has taken to spending her time in the galley when not exploring the station. Today sees her on her back on the top of the table, looking up at the cat-shaped medallion in her hands. Since changing into a spare jumpsuit she can't wear it on her belt as she once did, so she's carefully inspecting the chain its on. She's already lost one medallion--losing another was not an option.]

[ Nova comes across the new member, feeling somewhat guilty for not catching her before. she slips into the galley and looks at the medallion for a moment before clearing her throat and speaking ]

That's lovely.

[ her tone is polite though restrained. ]

[Ciri doesn't sit up, though she does tilt her head back to look at Nova.]

It came with me from home. I suppose I should start wearing it around my neck so as not to lose it somewhere.

[Not that it helped much with her other pendant, but it sounds safer than sitting in her pocket or left in a pouch somewhere on the ship.]

Does it mean something special?

I took it from a man I killed. He took it from someone he killed.

[No need to be shy about it.]

[ that hardens her edges slightly, but it's subtle ]

Why'd you kill him?

He was a bounty hunter. A man that killed people I knew, people that didn't deserve to die horribly. [Not to mention he tried to kill her, too.]

That's a valid reason. Was it self-defense, revenger, or both?

[ non-judgmental ]

Both. He'd have killed me without a second thought.

[ shrugs, crossing over to get something to eat ]

Sounds reasonable.

[Furiosa's here for a meal, taking one look at her new crewmate sprawled out on the table and then shrugging and going to the pantry to pull out a can she's been stockpiling from the station. Tonight, it's beefaroni.]

Ciri, right? [It's by process of elimination, but with this influx she couldn't be too sure.]

[Ciri may have seen that strange can. Beef she knows, but that name was a little... deterring.]

That's me. And you?

[After a moment, she sits up, legs dangling off the table.]

[It's not exactly a gourmet meal, but it gets the job done.]

Furiosa. Captain. [She pops the lid off and dumps it into a pan to get it warming, then leans back against the counter and crosses her arms (the left of which is a cobbled-together mechanical prosthetic held on by an intricate belt system. She works it pretty fluidly, thought.] You know what your augment is, yet?

First Breath February Mingle

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