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Post by Solomon Taylor on Jul 31, 2009 23:02:50 GMT -6
Solomon Taylor had a bit of a problem, and her name was Olive. The minute they had landed on Terra, she had taken off with a simple announcement that she’d be back there in a few hours. Immediately panicking, Sol had tried to chase after her, knowing she wasn’t safe on Terra, but the faun was simply too fast and agile for him as she scurried off into the crowd. She had disappeared in the blink of an eye. He’d given up a half hour later after asking random strangers if they had seen her, with no luck. He decided his best bet would be to get his business done and then quickly head back to where he had haphazardly parked the shuttle so she could find him again. So he went and visited his family, surprising the heck out of them since they had presumed him dead fifteen-odd years ago. Then, he found it. His new home. His ship. Adeala, he called her. Justice. Once it was bought and paid for, he’d asked a favour of the original owner and gotten him to relocate the ship to the dock where Sol’s shuttle was. Sol wanted to be back there in time for Olive’s return. Hopefully. If she didn’t return by nightfall, he would have to put out a missing person’s report across The Network. In the meantime, he got to putting out an ad for crew via a local Network station. Hopefully he would have a few responses by the end of the week. Once that was done, he turned his focus to prepping the ship. It needed to be stocked with supplies, and he really, really needed to get his hands on a new Network handheld in order to search them up. |
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Post by Nick Blaine on Jul 31, 2009 23:50:02 GMT -6
Blaine had arrived on Terra from a short trip to Heimdall when he noticed the advertisement for a pilot of a ship. He immediately wrote down the information in the message.He made his way to the Dock 178. He located the hangar and entered it. He searched for the section C. Once he spotted the section off on the south wall, he started toward it. That's when he saw it. Adeala. It was a good looking ship in his opinion. It wasn't exactly a luxurious yacht but it fitted his liking.
Blaine started asking around the area for a Solomon as it said in the transmission over the network. Most people didn't know a Solomon. It took him nearly ten minutes to find someone that could show him where Solomon was. A man finally told him who Solomon Taylor was. He pointed to a certain bearded man. Blaine approached the man.
"Solomon?"
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Post by Solomon Taylor on Aug 1, 2009 0:15:03 GMT -6
Sol was in the process of lugging some crates towards his ship. These ones had some mandatory medical supplies that he knew would be needed to stock the medic bay inside the ship. Hopefully he could find someone who knew how to use this stuff better than he did.
He was surprised when he heard his name. He'd only put the advertisement up a mere couple hours ago, so unless this was someone else who knew his name--which he doubted, since he hadn't been on Terra in years--this was already a job seeker. He turned around to spot the large bald man behind him. Interesting...
"I'm Solomon," Sol said, putting a crate down and extending his hand.
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Post by Booker on Aug 1, 2009 0:25:50 GMT -6
Booker walked all the way down the port towards a certain ship that had caught his eye. As he made his way people stared at him with varying looks on their faces. Some with awe, and some with terror. Booker was used to having people stare at him. He wasn't exactly average size and he knew it.
Booker stopped at the very amazing ship that he seemed drawn to. He began asking around to see who the captain or owner was. He needed a job as a medic and he preferred one on a traveling ship because he wanted to go explore and meet new people, maybe even a whole new species! Finally he found the captain but he told him that he wasn't looking for any crew to hire and he wasn't allowing passengers. This greatly disappointed Booker because the ship was so beautiful. He then pulled out his network device to see if there were any advertisements for a medic job. There was one. He suddenly got very excited because he had fond someone who needed a medic whos' ship was located in the port that he was searching in! It was section C. He looked down the wall at the alphabet, A... B... C!
The ship was also beautiful. Adeala, it was called. "Solomon! Must find Solomon!" He thought out loud.
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Post by Nick Blaine on Aug 1, 2009 0:30:23 GMT -6
"I hear you got a job opening for a pilot?" Blaine asked as he shook Solomon's hand. He had a firm hand shake. Good. He seemed like a man with great confidence. A man he could trust.
He caught a glimpse at the supplies Solomon was dealing with. Medical supplies. "The name's Nick. Nick Blaine. I saw your advertisement."
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Post by Solomon Taylor on Aug 1, 2009 0:44:28 GMT -6
"Ah, yes! A pilot is definitely needed," Sol smiled back, feeling quite excited that he'd already gotten a response for a much needed position. "I'm not so good at flying. Well, landing, as my friend would say. But I have no experience with large ships at all."
He picked up the crate again, and motioned for Nick to follow him towards the ship. "This is the ship... I just bought her, so I have to admit I'm still getting the feel of her myself. Getting used to the layout and all. What kind of flight experience do you have? Much with this ship class?"
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Post by Nick Blaine on Aug 1, 2009 0:51:31 GMT -6
He followed Solomon as he walked towards the ship. "I've flown all kinds of classes all my life. This one shouldn't be a problem." Solomon seemed genuinely excited to have a job offer so soon.
"Looks a little beat up though. Seen a lot of action? Involving landing?"
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Post by Solomon Taylor on Aug 1, 2009 1:01:40 GMT -6
Sol placed the cart down by the loading ramp. "I haven't had a chance to look over a lot of the papers regarding the ship's history yet. Mostly been making sure it's in good order. Maybe I'll find time to read over that info later... when we're bored in space." He smiled.
"No landing on my part," he added as he headed back for another crate that had been dropped off. "I haven't even attempted to fly this yet. I wouldn't want to. My ship training came more in the form of..." he trailed off for a moment, trying to find better wording than he'd originally had in mind, and then finally: "...smaller craft. Let's just say, it wasn't my best class."
He bent down to grab another crate. "Hey, wanna help with these? Once we're done I can take you inside and you can take a look. See if you're up for it."
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Post by Nick Blaine on Aug 1, 2009 1:09:11 GMT -6
"Yeah, no problem." Blaine began to help Solomon with his manual labor in hopes that he'll get a look around the ship. He picked up a crate and brought it to where Solomon wanted it to go.
He enjoyed hard work. That's why he loved hunting dragons so much. I definitely is not easy and the feeling after is what he lives for. The crates weren't too heavy. The weight varied in some though.
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Post by Booker on Aug 1, 2009 12:04:42 GMT -6
Booker asked around for Solomon. Asking random people if they were him. "Solomon? No... Are you Solomon?" He asked just about every one around until he got to two men lifting crates.
He approached the two men. "Hey! Is one of you two Solomon Taylor?" They looked like they were tired and needed help. "Want me to help with those?" He grabbed two large crates like they were feathers. "Where do you want 'em?"
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Post by Solomon Taylor on Aug 1, 2009 13:03:04 GMT -6
"Thanks," he nodded to Blaine, picking up the crate and carrying it over. The man was a little intimidating in his look, but he seemed willing to help and eager for the job. Good sign.
He had lugged the crate over and dropped it down next to the ramp when he heard his name again. "Yeah I'm Solom..." he turned and trailed off as he noticed the large man standing there with his crates. Really large man. He cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah, I'm Solomon. The crates are going on the ship, eventually."
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Post by Booker on Aug 1, 2009 13:28:03 GMT -6
He nodded in affirmation to what Solomon told hi. "My name's Tyrone Lewis, but you can call me Doctor Booker! I was looking for a job and saw our transmission! I hope you need a Medic, 'cause Booker's ready to sign a contract, baby!"
He was excited. He loved to meet new people. He turned to the other man helping Solomon. What's your name? Mines Tyr-" He stopped himself and remembered that he already told them his name.
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Post by Nick Blaine on Aug 1, 2009 13:40:52 GMT -6
The man was massive. "Nick Blaine." he replied. Booker was a medic? He definitely did not look like a typical doctor. He looked more like a wrestler. Even though he looked extremely intimidating, he seemed very friendly.
He stuck out his hand to shake Booker's realizing he was carrying two of the crates that Solomon and he were having trouble carrying one each. He dropped is hand and continued with the crates.
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Post by Solomon Taylor on Aug 1, 2009 13:54:14 GMT -6
"A medi-" Sol paused to look at the guy again. "...wait, a medic? Really?" He thought the man was a body guard. Or perhaps on the Police force? Someone who played sports? He remembered being quite fond of spectator sports as a young boy. One of his favourite family activities had been when his father had taken him to the grand arenas to watch men compete in various sports. This guy looked just like he would have belonged in one of those arenas. He wouldn't have expected his profession to be a doctor.
"I'll certainly need someone with medical skills," Sol nodded. "Working around in a ship can sometimes be dangerous. And who knows what other things you might be handy for, eh?" He smiled, motioning at the man's size.
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Post by Booker on Aug 1, 2009 14:03:55 GMT -6
"Yeah I got some mechanics experience but not that much." Booker replied. He had helped his father on some projects back when he was a teenager. "I've also been trained in all kinds of combat." hen he remembered that he probably didn't want to get into the wrong crowd so he asked, "Are you gonna be doin' anything illegal?"
Booker did not like criminals or bad people. He usually only used his fighting and weaponry skills to take down any crooks that he runs into. Sometimes literally runs into them.
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