Red Fish Mingle

[poisontippedcure]

Who: The crew of the Red Fish! (And Friends)
Broadcast: No.
Action: Red Fish!
When: Throughout late August and early September.

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[fightorflug]

[It probably isn’t the most comforting thing to see, two shining reflective orbs in the near dark, atop a square-headed silhouette at the end of a long hall. Nevertheless, that is what will greet the young priest, the second he ventures outside the bridge doors, regardless of what odd hour the shuffle may have deposited him during. Abandoning the cart of canisters he was pushing, Flug startles and starts forward, pointing accusingly.]

“You—How did you get aboard?”

[They left the docking station hours ago!]

[hollowedfaith]

[Libra holds up his empty, gauntleted hands, in what he hopes is a universal gesture of good intent and lack of aggression. He seems startled, but still overall fairly calm.]

"I don't know. ...I've been told we're placed on smaller ships shortly after arriving - is this perhaps what they meant?"

[fightorflug]

"Y--"

[It is then that Flug notices some straggling pieces confetti, recalls possibly having overhead an announcement from the other room, sees the tray of synthesized pudding waiting at his station. Oh. What a great first impression as captain. He quickly straightens with his hands behind his back.]

"Apologies. Yes, this is exactly what they meant. I'm Captain-- Doctor-- Slys. Flug! I-- I'm Captain Flug Slys."

[He should really figure out his prefix situation.]

"Welcome to Red Fish. I assume you have questions?"

[hollowedfaith]

[The verbal flailing is honestly kind of endearing, at least to someone already accustomed to traveling with a ragtag band of quirky misfits. Libra relaxes once it's clear he's no longer facing a confrontation, regarding his volatile little captain steadily and without much emotion.]

"A few...to be honest, I'm not entirely sure where to begin. I had some explanation of the situation we're in when I was aboard the...Marsiva, wasn't it? But it's all still so very strange..." [He shakes his head.] "...For now, as the captain, is there anything you feel it's important for me to know about the running of the ship?"

Thank you so much for your patience

[fightorflug]

[The small crease of a quirked smile forms in Flug’s bag. Now that’s more like it! He nearly forgot what being a respected authority figure felt like.]

“Ah, for the moment, no.”

[He turns towards the door and waves his hand in a beckon to follow.]

“While we may have control of this vessel, it is Atroma that chooses our flight path. We’re currently lacking a pilot, as well as communications and security personnel but we’re seeing to it that these vacancies don’t hinder us.”

[Which Libra will see are stations covered in assorted tools, removed sparking panels and sticky notes, as someone has been fervently trying to take them apart.]

“But I can show you around and fill you in on how things are run here. You’ve been filled in on the augments, yes?”