The Birth of Adeala [2430-1-1-Sun-7:30pm]

[Caden Breese]

As he wandered away from the bar he observed the various ships again. He sat down to finish his cigarette and watched a few people in front of the ship. The ship was in pretty good shape, seems like it's seen a lot of action. In his opinion, a slightly worn ship was better than right off the market. That way you can see the different things that can be updated without having a complete failure of a craft that needs to be recalled. But at the same time you need to be careful you aren't buying a bucket of rust.

Caden wasn't sure if he wanted to get involved with what they were doing do to one very large man. With someone like that he didn't want to possibly get involved if it meant loosing a limb or two for saying something wrong.

[Solomon Taylor]

"Don't plan on it," Solomon shook his head. No, he certainly didn't seek to do illegal things. Usually the law was right. Usually didn't mean always, though. He scratched his beard a little in thought. "I have something I should mention before any of you signs on for good, but I'll get on to that later, so I can talk about it as a group."

He stuck out his hand towards the doctor for a handshake. "Anyway, I'm glad you're interested, Doctor. Honestly I'm surprised I've received an answer to my ad at all."

[Booker]

"To tell you the truth I just looked at it the ad as I was searching in this port a couple minutes ago." He set down the crates and shook Solomon's hand. Booker looked back remembering the ship he wasn't allowed on. His attention returned to Adeala. "Your ship is beautiful." He said as he grabbed the crates again.

"I hope you'll be traveling to other planets 'cause I've wanted to go meet new species since was just a kid."

[Solomon Taylor]

"Well, it's certainly no shiny new cruiser or anything," Sol paused to glance over his new ship. "But I like it. Something about her seemed... right." He shrugged, and shuffled his crate up onto the ramp.

"Oh we'll definitely be popping in on the other planets," Sol nodded. "To be honest, I have no ultimate destination in mind right now. The aim is to pick up jobs wherever we're needed. Cargo transport... passenger... what have you. So, I hope that's alright with you fellas."

[Nick Blaine]

"Fine by me. As long as I get some flying to to." Blaine had owned a couple ships before but was constantly getting arrested for the hunting of dragons and other reasons which he always got his ships confiscated. It has been a few years since Blaine actually flew a ship. He's been catching rides with other ships as a passenger.

He needed a ship t get used to and not get taken away. He wanted to clean up his act to be a better person. Mostly because Booker would probably rip him into pieces if he caught him doing something wrong. He seemed to sincerely hate crime.

[Booker]

"It's definitely alright with me!" Booker was pleased to hear he'd get to leave Terra and meet new people. Humans weren't very pleasant anymore. So much crime, and hate. He had always heard species like the Fauns were almost always happy and cheerful. He wanted to experience that.

He also loved treating hurt or sick people. It was his career after all. If they could find other people to meet and treat! It would make Booker a very happy man. More so than usual.

[Solomon Taylor]

"Great," Sol nodded, glancing around at the crates at the foot of the ramp. "Well, these just need to be taken up to the medical bay now. Each wanna grab one, and I can take you through the ship?" He picked up a crate and then nodded his head towards the on-ramp, motioning for them to follow him.

He lugged the crate up into the ship and immediately headed for the metal stairs that lead up to a walkway. "Obviously this is the cargo bay," he commented as he climbed up the stairs.

[Booker]

One? Booker thought as he picked two crates up. One in both arms. He followed Solomon up the ramp into the ship's cargo bay. He turned on his side and walked up the stairs with the crates. The ship's interior seemed a lot bigger than he'd thought it'd be at first glance.

Booker looked around. Intrigued b the roominess of Adeala. Solomon walked up the stairs to a walkway. Booker, anxious to see the rest of the ship, followed suit.

[Solomon Taylor]

Sol carried his box across the walkway, back over top of the cargo bay, and soon passed through a doorway that was left open for now, arriving at a three way hallway. "Alright so, to the right are what I'm assigning as passenger dorms. To the left, the crew. Follow me."

He headed for the straight ahead hallway, quickly turning into a room on the left. The room was clearly the clinic, by the counters and cabinets and examining table in the middle. "Here we are. You can just set the boxes down on the floor. Uh... I guess if you sign on, I'll let you unpack them so you can set up the room how you like..."

[Nick Blaine]

Blaine followed Solomon and Booker with a crate in his hands. They passed through the cargo bay, up some stairs, and threw to the clinic. Blaine set down the box where Solomon told him to. He thought he'd leave Sol and Booker to talk about the medical room while he went and checked out the crew dorms.

They were a nice size. Nothing like the prison cells of dorms he'd been in on other ships. No these ones were just the right size. He sat down on the bed to see how comfortable the cots were... Not too bad. He could see himself getting used to sleeping and pretty much living on this ship for the next while.

[Booker]

"Alright! This is awesome!" New friends, new job, new planets he was about to visit. Booker was psyched. He began unloading the medical supplies. Examining and studying them and placing them around to fit his fancy. Some first aid kits he stored in cabinets, some tools he set down on the counter and all kinds of things he dreamed of working with were now at his fingertips. He was so excited he may have exploded.

Booker didn't dare completely set up the area, just yet. He wanted to explore the ship first. He walked out of the Medical room and noticed Blaine was looking at one of the dorms. He thought he should too.

[Solomon Taylor]

"Right, so, you've found the crew quarters," Sol followed behind them. "Actually Blaine there's a different room for the pilot if you sign on. If you want to go see it, it's this way."

He waved Blaine out of the room he was inspecting, pausing to point at a door across the hall. "Storage, weapons, whatever. We'll find stuff to fill that room with." Then he continued back to the cross section and through the hall with the door to the medical room again. He passed that, into a larger area, motioning around. "Mess hall, kitchen, lounge, what have you..." He kept walking straight, into another small hallway, where he motioned to the door on the right. "My room." Then he motioned to the door on the left. "Pilot's room." Then, he smiled. "Nice and close to the cockpit...." he headed through the hallway and another door, revealing the central control room for the ship, complete with pilot's chair, co-pilot's chair, and two more seats behind them and further off to each side for other crew to help if need be.

[Nick Blaine]

Blaine got up and followed Sol curiously. He's never been on a ship with a specific room for the pilot before. Or at least he never saw the pilot's room on other ships he rode on. They passed by the medical room an he noticed that there were supplies already set up. Then they passed through the mess hall, then to the captain and pilots rooms. It was pretty much the same as the other room he'd observed before only a different shape.

The cockpit was nice and roomy and there were a lot of buttons, levers, and controls to learn and get used to. It wasn't too much different than one ship he had temporarily piloted.

[quillan]

He looked up at the nose of the ship. The cold exterior had a shine to it.
"Well... It certainly looks like an Adeala." He muttered under his breath.

He noticed the ramp way was open. He could just waltz in if he wanted to.

A stranger walked by who was quite surprised when the smaller character picked him up and asked if this was dock 178-C.
The stranger did not know how to handle this situation.
"Well... Is it? Or isn't it?" Thomas asked.
"Y-yes. Yes it is!" the stranger managed to stumble out of his mouth.
"Alright... Thank you."
Thomas set the man down patted him on his back, "Keep up the good work, kid."

He surveyed the ship again, looking at all the ins and outs of the ship.
Thomas wondered what kind of ship it was as he paced back and forth in front of the ramp way.
Stopping in a sudden, Thomas clasped his right hand around his neck: concealing his tattoo.

"Okay. Trying never hurt a thing."

Just as he thought earlier, Thomas waltzed up the ramp way and over to the stair well.
It was not hard at all to find his way through the ship, considering it was a fairly standard design.
He walked through what looked like a lounge and into the door way of what was presumably the cockpit.

"Greetings, sailors..." He stumbled with his words. He was quite nervous about just waltzing into a ship full of a possibly armed crew.
"I'm Thomas A. Quillan and I heard you were looking for a crew for your ship here."

[Solomon Taylor]

Sol jumped, turning in surprise at the new voice. He looked at the newcomer, at the doorway, and then back at the newcomer. "Where the hell did you come from?"

He wasn't sure what to think about a guy who just waltzed into a ship without permission. Felt kind of intrusive, to be honest. He looked him over, though. He didn't seem like a malicious guy. In fact, he looked about the wimpiest one currently on the ship. Was this guy confused?