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Post by guinuspiggus on Aug 27, 2018 0:14:11 GMT
[ Lt. Cmdr. Rachael Evelon | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station]
Krill. She felt screams run up and down her spine. Her captain was a level man though. She could respect his seriousness, even if it made him a little boring. “Have you any plans?” She matched his low, quiet voice, already putting together a plan. Though, every plan she put together would inevitably end in considerable loss. They simply weren’t ready. Krill, she thought, damn aliens. Damnit!
[ Syrano | Water Tank | Restricted Zone | Augustus Station ]
Syrano, when drunk, liked to doze at about this hour of the day. He spent most his afternoons floating motionlessly like a wad of bedsheets. Today though, he knew something was wrong. His cirata ached like they do when something was amiss. With uncharacteristic responsiveness, he surfaced at once. “What is it, you bespawler! Have you taken to announcing your whole business to the entire station!” He rubbed his...head. He had no visible ears to soothe. Despite his voice and his words, he seemed...panicked. He’d quite literally dropped his Carwyl just to surface and he wished he didn’t.
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Post by drei on Sept 5, 2018 6:21:17 GMT
[ Lt. Squawk McCall | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station]
Squawk laughed at the proverbial can of worms being opened. While the gossip grubs certainly sounded juicy, it wasn't exactly the sort of worms he was talking about. And perhaps the nice lady meant to sound shocking, but it was not her fault she didn't know Squawk came from royalty. Of course, he was not going to reveal that. He was merely Lt. Squawk. And while eagles mated for life, they weren't actually birds. Pair bonds and monogamy was nice, but royals were royals. Family trees have often been planted a too little close to each other. And then there were those naughty Cuckoos.
"Ah, a boyfriend who shared a mother with his cousin!" Squawk announced, hoping he understood correctly "That reminds me of dear ol' uncle Horus! That crazy Falcon. I think he's his own nephew. Of course, my parents are only fourth cousins, so I'm relatively boring, pardon the pun. But man, Uncle Horus, he knew how to spread his wings! He tried to marry his mother! I say, am I making myself blush or is this drink just really strong?"
Squawk took another sip of what he remembered was the chaser.
"Speaking of Uncle Horus, if we're not getting actual worms, is it possible to get some nuts?"
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Post by Absinthe on Sept 7, 2018 7:47:28 GMT
[ Cpt. Roland Locke | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station] guinuspiggusHe stopped at the elevator and pressed the button. " Right now our plan is simple, pretend we are armed and operation and hope they hail us before they open fire," Lock said his voice quiet and his tone grim. His face was an unreadable mask. He had expected there to be an amount of trouble, he knew that the trade guilds were itching for conflict and he knew that they were close enough to the Krill border that some involvement from them was to be expected, but he had not been really that prepared for it. At the very least he had hoped that the station would be much farther along in terms of defensive capabilities by the time the Krill showed up, but it now looked like that was not an option.
[ Claudius | Water Tank | Restricted Zone | Augustus Station ] guinuspiggusClaudius was leaning forward so that his face took up most of the screen now. " Ay figured ya' were drunk as a damp skunk and ay would need t' wake yer lazy arse up," he said, the volume turned down considerably now. His tone was just as urgent, though there was a slightly apologetic quality to it. " Ay figure ya need to soak in yer slime water fir most o' the day e'ery day." Claudius paused and looked around, which consisted in him moving both the head on the screen and a small camera that was hidden from view in some leaves in the ceiling. " There's a ship, an' ay don't think it's one of the ships that belongs to the dumbasses tearing me apart," Claudius intoned somewhat softer still.
[ Che'Rrey Pai | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station] attn: Triage, drei " Sounds like my type of uncle, you should give me his number," Che'Rrey said turning to punch in some commands in the food synthesizer behind the bar. " And no, I made out with my boyfriend's mother for an hour and after his mom got me all hot and bothered and dragged him to the bedroom, the cousin was just bonus, and what my then boyfriend's mother was cleaning up." She laughed and grabbed the bowl after it materialized and set it in front of the bird person, inside was a mixture of nuts and synthesized mealworms. " There ya go, can't say I have anything fresher than that in terms of insects, unless you want a net to go into the swampier parts of the station and see what you can find." She smiled at that.
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Post by drei on Sept 7, 2018 16:50:31 GMT
[ Lt. Squawk McCall | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station] attn: guinuspiggus Triage Absinthe" Oh, no, Uncle Horus is tremendously racist!" Squawk explained " He only dates Raptors and the occasional Corvid. Maybe a Cuckoo every now and then, if they're claiming to be a long lost cousin." Squawk was only using his left ear to listen to the explanation, as he was using the other one to listen to everything else. For example, his Maytalon comm was relaying a general order given to his Union communication device telling him in a frequency few others would be able to hear - in a coded language only Maytalon troops could understand - that perhaps, it would be a good idea to report to the Infirmary and prepare. Prepare for what, it did not specify. He wasn't exactly on call, but considering the staffing shortages, he wasn't sure who was. He had taken the initiative to keep track of sick bay's alerts. He decided, however, that the meal worms and nuts weren't going to take too much time. "Hakuna matata!" he remembered from an ancient Old Earth cartoon every time he saw meal worms. It means no worries for the rest of your days. He thought Zazu was particularly hilarious, as it reminded him of his own valet back home, an old ostrich called Mr. Caws'on. " Oh no, meal worms and nuts are more than fine." Squawk said " Beetle dead then fed, I always say! Cheers!" He did make note to visit the swampier parts of the station and visit his old pal, Syrano, who might enjoy some delicious fermented soy sauce. Squawk did need something resembling kombu for his next video about seaweed dishes. Squawk would have stayed longer, but he figured if he didn't go to the infirmary soon on his own, they'd ask for him to report in soon enough. And he did so enjoy showing up where he wasn't expected more than being expected to show up somewhere. He gave his thanks to the nice, demure lady barkeep and left Uncle Horus' contact information, anyway. Worst case scenario was a little fun at his expense. Best case scenario, perhaps more than just a little fun for him and his friends. It's not like he was going to get insulted and send a big armada of ships. Not against Squawk, anyway.
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Post by guinuspiggus on Sept 10, 2018 0:00:16 GMT
[ Lt. Cmdr. Rachael Evelon | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station]
It was not a good plan. It wasn't a plan at all. It was a bluff, and she put no faith in bluffs unless she had the firepower to back it up. This station had nothing. Nothing but people, citizens, green cadets, people who did not deserve to die.
"The civilians, they ought to take cover in case of boarding." In case, she said, but she had become certain that they would be boarded, slain mercilessly. It is what Krill do. But the civilians had not yet gone over any sort of taking cover or hiding or anti boarding action. They would panic. They would stampede. There's not enough security to manage crowds. Her words, ultimately, did not have conviction behind them.
"Lets do our best, regardless."
[ Syrano | Water Tank | Restricted Zone | Augustus Station ]
"What?!" He pulled his upper body up on the walkway, but did not go farther. He did not know whether he had to get up and run, or if it was even wise to do so. He thought of Parma's strange nose pressed against his hand, so wet and cold...
"Are they friend or foe? What do the Union computers say? What will we do?"
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Post by Triage on Sept 10, 2018 0:33:25 GMT
[ Dr. Saranya Davenport | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station ] Attn: Absinthe , guinuspiggus & drei
As usual, listening to Squawk provided no end of entertainment and amusement for the Drazalyte doctor, who sipped quietly on her milk until she heard the commotion outside, and the captain returned to the tavern with little to no preamble, and summoned the security officer. Looking curiously at this event, she glanced over at Squawk a moment, then slid off her seat, following after the two men. She wasn't sure if she was welcome, but alarms weren't exactly a good sign, and she was part of the station's crew.
“Captain,” said Saranya quietly, catching up to the two men easily, “What's going on? Should medical be on alert too?”
She casually observed the body language of the two, hoping to glean more information than whatever they chose to let on. It helped her to know so that she could be suitably prepared no matter how bad it got.
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Post by Absinthe on Sept 13, 2018 5:46:04 GMT
[ Cpt. Roland Locke | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station] attn: guinuspiggus , TriageAt the approach of the young doctor, Locke turned. " I'd hate to think we're going to need you, but knowing how the Krill are, I cannot help but think that it would be a good idea for you to get there and prepare," he said grimly. He didn't want to give her too much information, too much for her to worry about. They were already more than a fair bit in over their head and it seemed like the day had just barely even started and he did not want to have to deal with this little crisis, especially given how unprepared the whole of the station was for this kind of thing. " Also, see if you can find Squawk, get him rounding up citizens, get them moved into the station proper and out of the pods. The station should be a fair bit sturdier than they are, the Main Thoroughfare should be good, tell him to do his best to keep them from getting too panicked. I am certain he can come up with something," he said and then glanced at Rachael. " That sound good to you? Or do you have a better idea of a place to move them too? I am certain our Miss Pai would have some idea of how to help as well."
[ Claudius | Water Tank | Restricted Zone | Augustus Station ] attn: guinuspiggusOf course, it was a simple matter to access the Union's primitive computer system. Claudius did it all the time, sometimes he just liked to move elevators around when he was bored or project ghost sounds in random sections with small crews working in them. While he did that he turned his head as if he were looking at something off to the side of his side of the screen. " Okay, I think I have it now," he said turning back to look at Syrano. " Okay, according to their scans it's a warship of some kind and it's owned by a species of tiny shrimp." He blinked and stared for a second. " Wait... My translation circuit is bugging, it says it's a Krill Warship."
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Post by guinuspiggus on Sept 16, 2018 16:14:59 GMT
[ Lt. Cmdr. Rachael Evelon | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station ]
Evelon turned back to look at the doctor and felt pity. She was so, so young looking. The carnage that would follow would scar her for the rest of her life, if she lived past this at all. She’d grow old and be just like Evelon herself—a bitch. She let Locke do the talking. He had a unique way of speaking that made it seem like things weren’t as bad as they were. He was calming. She admired his skill under pressure like that. “It’s a sound idea Captain. Have Pai help with crowd control. She’s more than likely to have a few tricks up her sleeve to keep panic down, and we do not want panic.”
[ Syrano | Water Tank | Restricted Zone | Augustus Station ]
“Krill…?” He did not know what krill were, except that...they were tiny shrimp. With a warship, apparently. He could go for some tiny shrimp about now—but he had a feeling this is not the tiny shrimp that turned his skirts pink when he ate too much of them. “Nevermind—will the station be able to defend itself? Will that Union be able to do anything useful…? Why in the seas are they targeting an overgrown grass clump like this..!” He began to climb up onto the walkway. It was clumsy and painful on his knees, as he lifted one leg out of the water and tried, very hard, to push himself up. He hated doing this, but the water tank was close to the outside of the station. An errant hit would see him drifting into the vacuum of space. He was on the walkway, sitting on the side of his hip with his arms pushing himself up, taking a quick break to let the pain in his knees abate. “What is the plan?"
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Post by Triage on Sept 17, 2018 21:35:41 GMT
[ Dr. Saranya Davenport | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station ] Attn: Absinthe , guinuspiggus & drei
Krill. That was definitely a problem. Like most of the Station's staff, Saranya knew just how unprepared they were for such an encounter with possibly the most unfriendly and dangerous species in the galaxy. She'd read reports that there had been some headway in developing an understanding about the Krill species and their reasons for what they do, but it was not yet widespread knowledge or even in full development. Whatever happened, it was all in the captain's hands and whatever he had to see them all out of this.
She nodded at him, “I'll take care of it.” She almost disappeared for a moment when her skin and uniform shifted colours to blend with her surroundings before she was back to normal, and she turned, after a quick nod at Rachael, and she returned to Che'Rrey's place, finding Squawk. She caught his attention with her eyes and nodded away from the tavern with her head.
She waited until he was standing in front of her and she whispered to him, “We've got Krill. Captain Locke needs you and Che'Rrey Pai to try and get everyone here, and to keep the civilians from panicking. I'm going to medical to get ready, just in case. Do what you can.”
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Post by drei on Sept 18, 2018 18:06:01 GMT
[ Lt. Squawk McCall | Main Thoroughfare | Deck 60 | Augustus Station ] " Krill. I see." Squawk said " So that's what that was about. I was about to head to Medical for whatever this was." Squawk wondered how discreet a distance the small fleet of Maytalon ships that followed him around were keeping. There was a spare, he had said. Besides, what could happen? He's in a fairly powerful fleet. It should just be like when he was in the Maytalon services. But he knew they were somewhere out there. Keeping their distance, but there nonetheless. But clearly, being far enough to not be detected by the station's sensors was further away than the Krill ships were. " Krill. If only there be whales here!" he gestured around the station, knowing the ship had large tanks of water. " That is an Old Earth reference, I am sure you are aware, Doctor." Squawk thought for a moment about a plan of action. " Ms. Pai, do you have any pie?" Squawk said as he returned to the bar " Any kind. I have a three point plan!" Squawk squinted a little as the studs on his nose bridge glowed. His beak appeared, and a sleek holographic slideshow presented itself as he spoke. He hoped there were no spies around! " This is the plan," a pie chart appeared " The plan is 55% Pie Eating Competition, 10% Concert, 10% Gambling, 10% Shopping, and 14% Free Alcohol. And 1% the truth." " In the next hour, we shall organize the First Annual 'I'm Almost Dyin' for a Pie-in' Station Fair!" Squawk said " This is phase one." " We'll ask the shops on the promenade to set up kiosks and offer items up at a discount. I have prepared a mascot and several designs for souvenirs and tchotchkes. There will be free photos with the mascot, Augusto the Pie-making Octopus. We set up separate sections for events." Squawk said as a display of the promenade sectioned into spaces lit up his beak "There'll be a raffle for a few minor prizes, an open bar... a live band... an open mic, and some stand-up comedy. I know several people who would like to volunteer. The free booze will do most of the work. We'll play sweet movie marathons at the theater." " Phase two is the Pie-eating contest. Winner gets a really nice VIP cruise to the beautiful forest planet, Mapuno, for two people. It's really nice, very friendly trees. Courtesy of the Maytalon Aquilan Tourism Board." Squawk said. The tree people of Mapuno were known for offering their guests as much pie as possible, Squawk knew. He knew because he was the marketing genius that signed that tourism campaign into effect. It was, of course, delicious pie."People who don't win get a nice book full of discount coupons as well as a plaque. We also give away some big giant prize ribbons for Best Decorated Ship Captain, Largest Ship, and Best Dressed Passenger or something. Cutest Pet. I hear someone brought a therapy Ehrando'kil with them. Riskiest Contraband." he said. Squawk continued to display the plan on his beak. " Phase three, we announce that everyone in the pods should move to the promenade as the pods are being given a random medical and security sweep. It's a thing. They'll do it, this is a space station, we don't have to lure them in here with a fair at all!" Squawk admitted. "We'll give the various ship captains an update and let them deal with informing their crews and passengers as they please. In lieu of panicking, we hope everyone will be too busy to do that. I mean, we'd either be dead in space or the situation will get resolved. It's a flawless plan!" Squawk looked empathically at Che'RRey. " It all depends on pie!" He then realized he had not told her about the impending attack. " Oh yeah, we need to get everyone in the promenade and make sure they don't panic. We have some armed ships approaching the station and the Captain has asked us to deal with the civilians on board." he explained " I have already tasked some of my crewmen to ask people to come to the promenade. Organizing a party in an hour or so, what can go wrong? I'm sure you have some ideas as well. Anyway, I'll go set up a first aid booth!"
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