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this is your captain speaking;

Who: All Goldens and Golden friends!
Broadcast: Shipwide to the SS Golden
Action: Golden!
When: All of March, probably.

[ Hera is on the bridge today, looking all business. ]

Hi, everyone. I'm Hera, for those who are new or haven't spoken to me before. I'm your pilot and - as of today - captain. I know it's not a big deal here, but I was a captain back home, so I take it pretty seriously, and I just wanted to lay out a few ground rules and make a couple of announcements.

First and foremost, if I give you an order, I expect it to be followed. I don't give orders lightly, or for my own entertainment. If you think I've given you an unreasonable order, you're welcome to talk to me about it, but trust me when I say, I do it for the good of everyone on board.

Second, as of right now, we have more than enough bunks for everyone, so no one should have to share, or sleep on the floor, or anything like that. As long as there aren't any funny smells coming from your bunk, I don't care what you do in there.

Next, and especially for those new here, we do currently have cargo in the cargo bay. I ask that you don't mess with it, because it doesn't belong to us. We've scanned it, and we're relatively sure there's nothing dangerous in there, but the station has flagged it as contraband, so there's no sense risking getting into trouble just to satisfy your curiosity. If you have a legitimate reason for wanting to get into it, come talk to me so I can do a risk assessment.

Also, guests are always welcome aboard, but I do want to know who is on my ship at any given time, so just let me know when you invite people from other ships.

Finally, I just want to welcome our new crew members and let everyone know that if you have any concerns, you can always talk to me about them. We all have to share this space, and I want everyone to be as comfortable as possible.

[ And with that, have a mingle! How goes it, Golden? What kind of shenanigans are you getting up to? ]

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[ When she's on board, she's either sleeping, eating, or on the bridge. Captain stuff, you know. But if you have any questions or concerns or maybe angry rants??? Feel free to accost her! This isn't her first circus, she can handle it. ]

[Takeshi isn't getting into too bad of trouble. The seven-year-old is just a short little figure wandering around the ship, getting used to how... small it is, first and foremost. The last ship he'd lived in at length was the size of a city, easily. the halls were easy to get lost in. Die in, even. Now that he's here, in this place... it feels so very small, you'd think it was made for someone his height.

He studies each room very carefully, trying to memorize the layout as best he can.

He heads to the armory as well — and it's a very strange experience... because he understands everything he's looking at. He holds the gun exactly like he should, like he's seen the grown-ups do before. He knows how it functions. He knows how to properly maintain it. It's... very super weird! He had always wondered if he should learn how to use them in case the worsest things out there try to hurt him and his family...

But he always had the power suit.

He puts on his flexiarmor and holsters one of the simple handguns on a holster that is creepily made his size; what kind of weird show gives kids control of these kinds of things? The Atroma's show, is what. Once he's suited up he's pulling his oversized sweater back on and wandering back out into the main halls.

Aa... He's hungry. He's real, real hungry, actually!

Feeling strangely lost despite knowing where he is, he slips into the kitchen and draaaags a chair over to the counters, scaling them like they're little mountains; he's very used to making his own food! He can be found either standing on the counter and digging through the shelves, or sitting down and poking at liquid gel that tastes like teriyaki. Oh well. He's gotta eat, right? He's a big boy, he can handle this new stuff.

He grabs a spoon in hand and starts shoveling up the squishy mess.

His eyes light up.

It's... not so bad! Better than the stuff he ate on the planet, in another galaxy far away.

He starts eating it greedily, a smudge on the corner of his mouth as he goes.]

[ Well, that was authoritative. Leto isn't sure what to make of that. He has no problem following orders, but he wonders if she really expects the others to do the same. ]

And what qualifies as a reasonable order?

[ He looked like Crow, Leto thought distantly. Crow hadn't stayed long on Ruby but he was remembered. Leto remembered him, as he remembered the others. They should not be forgotten.

Watching him handle the gun, Leto wonders what was appropriate here. Surely the child should be armed for his own benefit? He can't remember what was the current rules to adhere to. ]

Do you know how to use that?

I'm glad someone likes that stuff.

[The food, she means. Normally she'd say that with the height of disdain, but this is a kid, so she puts a bit of warm humour into it. The kids here. They leave her so torn, because she's no good with kids, but having kids in this situation at all is weird and kind of unsettling so she wants to make sure they're not alone either.

Hesitantly, she takes a seat beside him, giving him a careful look.]

What's your name?

Edited 2016-03-07 15:56 (UTC)

[Celeste is frantic. She's searching the ship from top to tail - wherever you are, working or lounging, she'll probably get up under your feet or scour the surface under your elbows. The most obvious places have already been checked over a thousand times, so now she needs to widen her search, and she's only getting more frustrated and worried as she doesn't find what she's lost.

Is it that phone that's always at her side while she works? Some other cherished memento from one of her former lives? If you come close enough while she's looking, you'll find out:]

Please tell me you know what liquid liner is, or at least what it looks like, and throw in that you've found a stray pot lying around if you really want to make me happy. I was bloody naked when I got here and I'm not going back to that now we've left the station.

[... oh.]

[ She eyes Leto for a moment, one brow raised inquiringly. ]

I do what I do for the safety of the people on my ship. Do you think the orders I've given so far are unreasonable?

[ Hera has a look of concern for Celeste, one which turns to surprise as the other woman speaks. ]

You mean - cosmetics? Eyeliner?

[ When Hera comes into the kitchen, she's not terribly surprised to find a kid there. Sure, he's younger than the kids she's used to, but she knows there are several young kids in the fleet.

This one is just more her responsibility than the others, now. ]

Hi there. Want some help?

Yes. Eyeliner. Bless you, you're never not helpful, are you?

[The word is unhelpful, but she said it that way for emphasis.]

Have you seen any about, looking particularly unclaimed?

[Oh-! He looks up quickly (boy he has to crane his head, too), to stare up at Leto. Men are a little scarier, in some aspects; his mom was never violent with him, and while he loved Netherlands and Kaze more than ever, they were much more brutish than, say, Miss Reika or Heather. But he holds his ground, giving a firm nod.]

Yessir! It's all in my head.

[He pats where the augment would be.]

They put another chip in my head. So now I know more!

It's not bad! It's better than cooked rats.

[They didn't exactly have seasoning or anything, either. So this is nice.

He takes another big bite, chewing through it enthusiastically.]

My name'sh Takeshi! I'm from - [gulp] - Japan. D'you know Japan?

[He looks back, clinging to the cabinets like a spider monkey.

Hello, Miss Alien! He looks a little guarded, surprised by her appearance - he's had a very, very bad history with aliens. But then... she seems to be nice. And he knows now there aren't any aliens here looking to kill or attack people. And her face looks friendly. He shakes his head, determined.]

No, it's okay! I can do it.

I'm good at making my own food.

I think it is a little unreasonable to ask for trust when we do not know each other very well. Not to say your motives are sinister, but there should be more laid in the groundwork for the name of trust.

My, you must be a wise soul indeed to know so much. I'm relieved to have you here as our security.

[ He's not even joking. Leto has little issue with children and weapons. His first gift as a child was a knife. He was two. ]

I'm afraid I haven't, sorry. In this case, I might be unhelpful.

[ She holds out her hands in an apologetic sort of gesture. ]

All right.

[ Far be it for her to try and do it for someone. Even a young child. ]

My name is Hera. What's yours?

And your alternative would be what? Paranoia and suspicion? That doesn't sound very productive to me. [ If this guy is going to be a problem, though, she'd rather know now. ]

[ That was a bizarre response. ]

I do not recall suggesting such an alternative. Nor was I aware that asking for something substantial in terms of trust was so offensive.

And what "substantial" thing would you like me to provide? We're all in the same situation here, so at some point we all have to give each other the benefit of the doubt.

Yes, but you are also the captain. If someone unknown told you that they were leading your rebel group and you simply had to trust and not know anything about them, would you?

After a certain point, yes, we do actually have to trust people. Sometimes, people turn on us. But when it comes to what I do? We have to work with what we can get.

So, I ask you again: what other assurance do you think I can provide, given the circumstances? I'm sorry we're all stuck here together, but I can't change that, so you'll just have to take my word for it that I'm not planning to harm you or anyone else on this ship. Same as I have to do with you, funny enough.

[ He smiles, glibly. ]

Thankfully, I do not have a position like that on the ship. But you made my point. After a certain point. I'm not asking for your deepest secrets but perhaps it would be helpful to know more about you than simply your name? So that we, the crew, can get to know you a little better.

What position? To cause harm to other people on this ship? We're all in that position. So, again, we all just have to trust each other not to.

[ She gives him a haughty look. ]

Like I said, I've been a ship captain for a long time. What else do you think you need to know? And if you're so concerned about trusting a stranger, why are you even willing to take my word for it?

. . . I meant the position of tactical support. I'm afraid I'm not following your train of thought very well.

[ He's still not defensive or annoyed. His calm remains, though he remains quizzical about her abrupt temper. ]

Why not? I have no reason not to take you by your word. But again, I do not know you either.

[ Well. He does know but that card is best left to the side by now. ]

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