Huria

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

Who: Elysa and Bryce
When: Evening, Day Two
Where: Cargo Bay

Elysa was checking over the cargo. Everything had been delivered the day before; over 30 crates of silk they were delivering to Athens. Though it had all been squared away the moment it arrived, she still wanted to be sure. Nothing could go wrong on this run. Nothing could go wrong on any run. There was just too much at stake, especially this early in the game. She had kept the Huria in the air for just over three months - but it didn't mean anything if she lost her step.

She held a beaten sheet in her hand, as she bent down to examine each number she would mentally tick it off the sheet. So far everything was in order. Elysa paused at one of the boxes, suddenly feeling very tired. She turned and rested her back against the crate, determined to take just one moment for herself. If she didn't she knew that it would all get too much for her.

Her peace was broken by the sound of footfalls. Without standing up she called out: "No passengers aloud in here." Listening carefully she waited for a response.

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Thursday, June 18th, 2009

Day Two

mycaptain

Who: Elysa and Peta
When: Afternoon
Where: Flight Deck

Elysa reached the deck, all traces of her conversation with Aurora burried beneath her business mask. There were more important things to do, the main one being to tell her pilot and 2IC that without passengers, they would be on Persephone another day. It was something she knew both would protest, but at the end of the day it was her decision. Taking on passengers was a sure income. They had jobs to do, some they had to finance themselves. Every little bit helped.

She stepped up to the flight deck and frowned. Munroe, the new pilot, was normally always at her station. Elysa didn't know what to make of the woman, but she was a good pilot, and truthfully it was nice to have crew that didn't ask too many questions. There was still something a little... off about her. Like there was something that she was hiding. Though Elysa couldn't talk. She was swiftly coming to understand that everyone in the verse had a hidden agenda.

There was definitely no sign of the pilot, and so Elysa turned to leave. It was then that she heard the clunking sound. She paused on her heel before isolating the noise. Taking a few deliberate strides around the console, she crouched down to peer into the hole in her once closed deck.

"Just what do you think you're doin' to my ship?" she asked calmly.

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Monday, June 15th, 2009

Day Two

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Who: Aurora Kaye and Capt. Elysa Masson
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Kitchen, Huria

Aurora's parents had imparted many lessons to their only daughter--from how to repair a malfunctioning turbine in 10 minutes flat to how to spot an easy mark on any planet in the system. Frugality, however, had not been one of them. Aurora sat at the kitchen table aboard the Huria, one knee drawn up just below her chin, surveying the day's purchases spread out before her with glowing satisfaction. Bolts of fabric, mysterious mechanical parts, and small luxuries in every size and shape of container lay in a riot of color atop the table.

As she reached for her newest acquisition, some distant part of her thought guiltily about the disappearing nature of her savings. The majority of her attention, however, was focused on a contended contemplation of her spoils.

She sighed happily as she poured the newly purchased tea out into a dainty mug, breathing in the enticing aroma. The mixture of lavender and black root was one of her favorites, but only first-rate planets like Persephone managed to grow the stuff to her satisfaction. She raised the rim slowly to her lips, pausing to savor the moment, when the sound of footfall behind her announced the presence of an onlooker to her little ritual of consumerism.

"Try some, Captain?" She asked with a smile, gesturing with her free hand to the teapot. "You've never had anything like it, I swear. It's practically ambrosia."

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Day One

mycaptain

Who: Cap'n Elysa and Mahir
When: Mid Morning
Where: Eavesdown Docks, Persephone

It was not normally something a Captain would do. Taking on passengers was a common occurence with small crewed ships, and selecting the passengers was a job fit for someone lower than her. But this wasn't any ordinary ship, and Elysa wasn't an ordinary captain. She had elected to do the task herself, leaving Jonah in charge of preparing for their departure, which was planned as soon as they had paying passengers.

Only problem was, a captain standing outside the cargo doors was generally off-putting. Elysa was a tall woman, who's once open face was these days set in a more permanent scowl. Her nervous habit of clicking and unclicking her holster strap was more than a little disconcerting. So far she hadn't had a single potential passenger give the Huria more than a second glance. It was begining to get her down.

She turned to scrutinize her ship. Sure it wasn't much to look at, more bulky and practical than the streamline models that shared the docking bay. There was something distinctly 'outer rim' about her, but to Elysa this was just part of her charm. She sighed and kicked gently at the hull, as if encouraging the ship to look more appealing.

If she didn't get someone soon, she was going to throw in the towel and just get Jonah to do it. Patience was not one of the captains strong suits. Not of late at least.

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