First Breath Mingle

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Who: Furiosa, You, Firsth Breathers
Broadcast: Open
Action: First Breath
When: Throughout November

[Do that mingle thing!]

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Furiosa - Voice

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[For action, Furiosa can be found on the Starstruck.]

Voice - to First Breath Members

For anyone that knew her, Lily Evans has left the Fleet. [Furiosa's voice is a little more subdued than usual. She'd been grateful they were able to recover Max, but to come back to the ship and find Lily gone had been a kick in the gut.]

[She could only hope Lily had a better life to go back so. For now, though they'd have to figure out what to do with all the fresh food that had been accumulating on their ship. Furiosa couldn't let it go to waste - not in memory of her friend.] She left behind some fresh food, so you're free to it. It should be enjoyed; it's what she would have wanted.

Voice - to Tyrion

I'm going to stay with Max on the Starstruck for a few days. You have the helm. Contact me if you need anything.

Cara | OTA

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Cara doesn't like lingering on the ship. It makes her feel antsy and out of place, like a prison with far too many walls. She spends most of her time in security checking on the weapons and practicing her ability to handle them.

Or she's dragged some poor animal that she's caught and "cooked" to the kitchen and is poking it with her fork with low enthusiasm. ]

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Arrival

[Kaidan stares at the cup of pudding for longer than might be strictly necessary before deciding he doesn't have much of an appetite. Instead, he brushes the confetti off his armor with quiet annoyance and turns to leave.

The first order of business is getting a good luck at this ship, and his first impressions aren't great. The thing looks fairly space-worthy, to the point that he things even a quarian would be embarrassed to be seen in here.

He starts the inspection in the bridge, pausing to tinker with communications station regardless of his augment, hoping in vain for more insight into the network or the change to get out a signal. From there, he makes a methodical but cursory examination of the rest of the ship, lingering only in the armory where he takes the time to get a closer look at the supplied weapons. He ends up in the cargo hold, where he ends his personal tour by sitting on a crate with a loud sigh and cradling his head in his hands.]

First day - Broadcast/Voice to First Breath

This isn't quite what I expected when they said I'd be transferred to a ship. Usually there's more...protocol. Anyway...sorry, I didn't do this to complain. Major Alenko, here. If we haven't bumped into each other yet, I suppose I'm part of your security team?

Is there anywhere I can report? [Anything he can do?]

Bridge

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[In addition to the base aesthetic it came with, there's a certain skull motif added by Furiosa. Since of those hide weapons. Okay, most of those probably hide weapons.]

[Furiosa herself walks in and leans against the doorway. She's still lacking a replacement prosthetic, hey left arm ending in a min just beyond the elbow.]

So, you're the new blood?

Kitchen

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[The smells draw Furiosa to the kitchen. You leave something out in her world it gets cooked by the sun within a couple hours, but it definitely gives off a little different aroma than something that's been properly cooked.]

Looking to take over for Lily?

[Don't worry, she's not serious.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

I don't know who that is.

[ Cara hasn't gotten around to meeting the crew. It's not something she has experience in or comfortable with. ]

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan's attention snaps up from the console he'd been poking about on with a guilty kind of start, and takes in the source of the voice.]

Uh...yes...ma'am...[He knows the ships have some kind of command structure, but there's no easy way to recognize who might be in charge here, or how he should address them. Just out of habit, his arm lifts to snap into a salute, and only belatedly he wonders if he's overthinking the chain of command or if saluting a one-armed person would be considered rude. Sheepishly, he quickly tucks his hand against his side again, and clears his throat]

Sorry...[And for which of the many imagined insults is up to Furiosa to decipher] I was just getting familiar with the ship.

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[She shakes her head without comment when he salutes her, since she didn't care for the custome; it and pushes off the doorway to go and lean against the captain's console. She takes a moment to look him over, noting his armor.]

Have you been on a ship like this before?

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She used to live on this ship. Liked to cook, all the fresh fruit is hers.

[Excuse Furiosa, she's just going to reach over and tear off a bit of that meat for herself.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

I'm not much of a cook.

[ And she knows it, but she's not going to trust Atroma food. Warily, she watches Furiosa's movement but it's out of habit rather than distrust. ]

We had servants for that.

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan isn't spending a whole lot of time on the ship right now, preferring either the planet or - after they've left - exploring the Iskaulit. But when he's aboard, he's usually in the cockpit, scanning communication frequencies and generally being a snoop.

Except for the one time he was instead in the kitchen, staring in a nonplussed manner at a smoking pot full of bits of possibly-meat, synthetic noodles, and vegetable substitute.]

You know what, I'm going to blame the substitutions for this.

[Failed at making [Meat Stew].]

Bridge

[cloakand_danger]

[Hello, sir, that is Yuan's communications station, and he's not too pleased with someone else messing with his equipment.]

You'd better not be turning up the volume on that without asking. [His ears are very sensitive okay ;;]

Security

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan has wandered diffidently to the armory, wondering if it's possible to teach himself how to use the weapons there without becoming a threat to himself and others. He hesitates at the door when he sees it already occupied.]

Sorry, I didn't realize someone else was in here.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She watches him, confused by his apology. ]

Why are you here?

[cloakand_danger]

[He hesitates a bit at that; but if he can't extend at least a little trust to shipmates, he's not likely to get anywhere. So he gestures at the weapon racks.]

My sword was taken when I got here. I'm not defenseless, but...I'm not comfortable being unarmed, either. Problem is, I don't know how to use these.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She nods curtly. ]

I can provide some basics. It was not long that I was the same. I'm more comfortable with a sword or my own weapons than . . . this.

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan looks a little relieved as he steps into the room properly.]

I'm glad someone around here understands. Most of the people I've met so far seem more accustomed to these...fire-arms.

[revengeofthemordsith]

It's unnerving.

[ Cara hates being helpless. ] But I suppose it's to be expected from flying metal ships.

[cloakand_danger]

...Heh. [He shakes his head and smiles a little ruefully.] It must seem odd, I guess...the ships and computers here are actually things I'm used to. My world's history with magitech is...complicated. But somewhere in the process we seem to have missed these, so I'd be grateful for any assistance.

[revengeofthemordsith]

"Complicated" seems like another word to say it got away from them.

[cloakand_danger]

[That rueful smile turns into a slight grimace.] ...You're not wrong... [But that was only the start...] ...But I'm not here to hand out history lessons.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Cara raises a cool eyebrow at that. ]

What are you here for then, in the Fleet?

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan looks up from the console with considerably more aplomb than he feels after getting caught snooping, but in this case his sense of guilt is minimal.]

It wasn't the first thing on my list....[Quick, try for humor] Fifth or sixth, tops.

[bi_otic]

Yes, ma'am. Well...[He moves a largely unreadable look towards one of the skulls, then back to her]...not exactly like this.

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[A little breath of a moment.] Call me Furiosa. Tyrion and I are the Captains. We're not built on formality. [A slight frown, and then she shrugs.] He might be, maybe, but not me. No more salutes, no more 'ma'am'. If you need to you can call me Captain, but I'm a little tired of titles.

[Captain didn't have the same weight as Imperator, at least.]