Last Call - Part II Who: Selene, Banshee crew, crew wannabes Where: Threed Starport, at the Banshee What: Final crew selection, preflight briefing When: The day after this Rating: PG for the grumpy vampire, maybe other language. Will edit if necessary.
In general, the crew compliment of the Banshee was small enough, and she slept so little, that there was no trouble talking to whoever she needed to, despite her desire to keep the bridge manned at all times, even in hyperspace. Things broke on starships, and there were ships designed to produce gravity wells where they weren't expected, that could pull a smaller ship right out of hyperspace. Better to be ready for anything and call it another drill than to be caught unready.
And who knew; there might be some last-minute arrivals hoping for a billet. Stranger things had happened. She would wait and see.
So once again the rear cargo ramp was lowered to horizontal, and a number of comfortable folding chairs and low tables set out from dunnage. Sargent Bone - the head of her B1 droids was on armed overwatch and the chaser turrets were under his control while the other B1s brought drinks and snacks out to the attendees. The two new R7 astro droids, R7-S4, Sam, and R7-K5, Kat - she definitely came across as female to Selene - were standing by to be introduced as new additions to what Selene had taken to semi-jokingly calling their 'fighter wing'.
"Long-term members of the crew can testify how little I like these formal briefings; this will be kept short so anybody who wants can have a last shore leave for shopping or whatever. We are skids up at 0900 tomorrow. Be there an hour before lift for preflight checks, or not. Anybody is free to quit at any time except during combat operations. Which, as usual, we may see this next cruise, so choose wisely. And with that as my intention, I'll be asking for a little more of something resembling military courtesy and procedures during operations. Not the whole, "Yes sir, no sir, three bags full"; that is pointless on a small ship. Just operating in a little more organized fashion than we did when there were only a few of us."
She introduced the two new droids first, to get that out of the way, then addressed the biologicals attending again. "In case anybody is still not catching on, I'm Captain Selene, Banshee is my ship. Without embarassing anybody, sing out with your name and position. New people and those hoping to sign on, give us a little more of your background, please. No particular order here, just go around the circle in turn."
OOC: Sorry to have been so long getting this posted. Last week was one of 'those' weeks for me. Just tag in no particular order, Selene will open things for discussion to crew only after everybody else has their say. I'll try to be better about getting this sort of thing up more regularly to make it easier for crew to get their required activity done.