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The Verse / Re: Regina- a little site seeing, a little shopping
« on: June 19, 2017, 06:41:16 PM »
<Regina-Central Markets @Octavia Yeats >

 Resigning herself to hopelessness, Emma gave up in the end. She had to admit that when she first saw the pistol she really wanted that for Jack, but after examining it closely she wouldn't touch it with a ten meter pole. Yet here she was explaining in rather intricate detail to a perfect stranger these things, even to the point of offering to make the weapon 'legit' so to speak, but still the woman was adamant in simply just taking it as it was, despite the warnings. Then the last little hesitation. "He has no choice in the matter. The moment I told him who the owner was, he has to cover his ass. If unreported and someone does stumble upon you with the weapon, then its traced back here, it'll be far worse for him...ain't that right?" She wasn't whispering now as she looked at the guy.

 He nodded nervously. "Ladies... ma'am.." He addressed Tavi. "A guy came in here five days ago sellin. I've bought from him before, usually everything is on the up and up with him, stupidly I didn' ask for a certificate of authenticy on that. L..Lady I gotta wife n two snots to take care of, you walk, I talk. No choices really."

 Emma listened, she sort of felt sorry for the stupid man. "Up to you Tavi. I can't really do or say much more and I do have a lot of shoppin today, plus I could use the company if'n yer're not doin anythin else."

The Verse / Re: Regina- a little site seeing, a little shopping
« on: June 16, 2017, 12:51:43 AM »
<Regina-Central Markets @Octavia Yeats >

 Em just stared in disbelief, was the woman high she wondered rolling her shoulders in a shrug. "Dude, how much did you charge her?" She asked the gunsmith, her tone told him he had best  pony up, plus Emma was sure she could smell pee.

 ", 900. Honestly I had no idea, really, you have to believe me." He was shaking by now, even though he had conceded the bullets to Tavi. "Maybe I should..."
 "Shut the fuck up before you make it worse." Emma gently pulled Tavi aside, whispering. "There are two things I would do before walking out of this shop. The first would be to get a refund as he.." She tilted her head towards piss pants. "...was about to suggest, or, let me use his workshop and I'll remove all trace of ownership and the serial number. This guy is a loser, the moment you leave he will call the feds, plead his innocence and tell them what has taken place. Calvin is very much alive...." Right there and then she saw an image of him standing over her in the camp, right after the tenth beating he gave her for not screwing with him. "...his reach is like a fungus, you do not want to fuck with him at all." Then she raised her voice to what could be construed as normal.

"No, I'm crew on a ..." She didn't want to say they were bounty hunters, so a little white lie wouldn't hurt. "...a passing freighter, we're docked on the station now. But I can tell you..." She said this loud enough for the man to hear. "..I was with the 214th recon, Brown coats. We were at Du Khang, our history is quite well known." Why she said that may have seemed dubious, but it was true only four of one hundred and thirty from the 214th survived the war, Emma one of them. Being straight up direct was part of that survival, Tavi could take it whichever way she wanted. "You can thank me later, which depends on what you do now." The last thing she wanted was to see someone else get taken down because she failed to do the right thing.

Goldhound / Re: Goldhound
« on: June 15, 2017, 08:47:00 PM »
I don't even know what sandbox means other than in military terms Cyn. But if it means what I think, where you sorta explained it, its not my style. I only ever do group RP's, which is what we were doing so I don't know why its changed all of sudden with all the newbs that came.

Skipping to skyplex doesn't make sense to me, like hopping all over the place just for the sake of it. Right now Em is stuck in a shop, nothing I can do until that moves on.

I did post in there (the Heist plot), in fact there was only you me and Mum posting there with that plot and I thought that was what the Regina part of it was. Like I started something there..... but well, its kinda not happening.

Goldhound / Goldhound
« on: June 15, 2017, 06:38:37 PM »
 can we please get back to group rping for the Hound crew. No one is interested in the Regina leave thing and we are (mum and I) just stuck with nothing to do or write any more. Its depressing right now and honestly was way more fun when the whole ship was together.  :(

The Verse / Re: Regina- a little site seeing, a little shopping
« on: June 12, 2017, 11:00:06 PM »
<Regina-Central Markets @Octavia Yeats >

 "Anything is possible really. You could say there were a thousand variables when dealing with small arms, especially in such a...a free market as this." Emma purposefully eyeballed the dealer again, he swallowed visibly, a little bead of sweat forming on his brow. The man certainly didn't like the direction this was heading to.

 "May I?" Emma said taking the weapon in her trained hands. She turned it over, making sure the light was correct so she could see the serial number on the chamber slide, if genuine that number minus the plant manufacturing three letter code would be duplicated directly below on the weapon body. It was, plus she could see no evidence of tampering, which led her to suspect the dealer either had the other weapon hidden hoping to make another sale at the same price, effectively selling each weapon for almost the price of the pair, or he simply didn't have it. There was one more check to make, which at this point left Emma wondering how she was going to scheme to have Tavi change her mind about the weapon, leaving Emma to pick it up. Then as she turned the thing over she was looking at the butt of the handle, there just beside the magazine ejector was inscribed the letters CAS, with a hand engraver. Her eyes went wide, she knew that mark only too well having seen it hundreds of times on other items including hand guns. She lowered her voice as she leaned into Tavi real close. "Its stolen and from the wrong guy. Calvin Atherton-Smith; former commander of the 364th prison unit, former Alliance infantry Major and current Alliance law enforcement commander out of Bellerophon." Emma breathed a sigh of relief as she handed the weapon back; had she been five minutes earlier that same weapon would have been in her hands and in three days time she'd give it to Jack, who would not be impressed on the next customs inspection the Goldhound might encounter to find she had yet again stolen goods in her possession.

 It was ironic really, here Emma was on the verge of doing a scam to gain something that someone else had bought in good faith and now she found that she might end up doing a good deed instead. For Jack's present, she could of course get something else, but for now this shop was off her list. She looked again at the dealer as she stepped back a little from Tavi, he looked far too dumb to even be aware of the gun's origins, with whoever he bought it off as equally dumb in not getting rid of the engraving. "I'll leave you with it erm, Tavi. I'm sure you'll know what to do. I'm just going to have a look around." The shop after all did have other things to sell, one of those that caught her eye as an old world brass ship's clock complete with the bell chimes. They were always a good buy. 

OOC Chatter / Re: Welcome to Into The Black! (Introductions)
« on: June 12, 2017, 09:47:11 PM »
 hiya Kanada welcome to ItB :D

 Yep mostly

 yep you should, I know I would  :)

The Verse / Re: Regina- a little site seeing, a little shopping
« on: June 06, 2017, 06:20:33 PM »
<Regina-Central Markets @Octavia Yeats >

 With a firm but gentle grasp Emma took the offered hand with her typical 'this is my other' self approach; that being to give the appearance of one who knows exactly what they were doing even if she had doubts herself. "You set the ball rolling girl, now roll with it." She said to herself as the words she had to say formed in her mind. Introduction first of course. "Emma Jacobs, I'm both a gun collector and something you could say an expert on ancient weapons, of this type especially." He eyes lingered on the prize with just enough hint to say that she was about to enter into a lengthy discourse.

 "You see I was actually looking for fakes, there has been quite a few passed through several hands lately with some of them coming up as actual contraband which could be a rather nasty situation for both seller and buyer if you know what I mean." A moment to get the gunsmiths attention with him having his eyebrows lift high. She didn't let him speak. "Price is another thing to, most of these if genuine, those that matter I mean, come in matched pairs. So I'd be interested to have a close look at yours if you didn't mind, just to satisfy my curiosity if nothing else." She had a line to take either way, yet at the same time Emma knew she had to keep out of trouble, her pardon from the Feds was tentative at best.

The Verse / Re: Regina- a little site seeing, a little shopping
« on: June 01, 2017, 12:13:54 AM »
<Regina-Central Markets @Octavia Yeats >

 So here she was staring at that fine ancient piece fascinated by it to the point she was literally drooling. For over the past few short years if there was just one thing Emma had managed to do some study on and a lot of it at that, was weaponry, small arms to be exact. She knew the history of man's advancements going right back to the ancient Chinese first attempts at pistols in the 13th century right up to the present. Therein was something of an irony in her mind to; for they had reached out into the stars, medicine was so well advanced, yet when it came to shooting someone, they hadn't advanced all that much since the 21st century, in fact in some quarters they had gone backwards. A point in case was her old CO, he used a matched pair of pistols that were almost replicas of 1880's Colt .45 Peacemakers. Then just like that, the shopkeeper/gunsmith took the case out of the widow. Emma followed his movements through the window to a woman who quite obviously he had just sold it to.

"Well damn me." She said under her breath. "That buggers that idea....or does it?" Her sharp mind was in the process of, well processing. A tingle of the door bell moments later had the blonde standing next to the pretty brunette, then with her most cultured well trained voice (the other one) she spoke feigning a little civility. "Excuse me, may I inquire did you just now purchase this weapon?" Emma kept a wary eye on the gunsmith as she spoke, he could most likely see simply from her manner of standing Em had a degree of experience in 'his' trade.


The Verse / Open Regina- a little site seeing, a little shopping
« on: May 30, 2017, 07:17:39 PM »
<Regina-Central Markets>

 After leaving the shuttle Emma began her little holiday with a bang, literally. She had been trying her hardest to see where Talia had gone to, her head swiveling left and right without even seeing that tall dark head anywhere at all, giving her reason to think just how fast the woman must have moved. But then again, it was crowded within just a hundred meters of the shuttle, so much so Emma didn't notice the holes in the ground that passed for a road come pedestrian way, with one such hole catching her foot to send her flying face down with a grunt. No one noticed, they all simply walked around her as if it were an everyday occurrence.

 Another half an hour on with that 'event' having been turned into history, Emma found herself walking among the many shops and stores along a wide boulevard crowded with even more people. Having asked directions several times, it was another twenty minutes before she was standing in the foyer of a rather grand hotel with the brochure she picked up a few streets back at a news stand placing this establishment at five stars and among the top ten places to stay. It was the name though that caught her attention, The Hyatt on Sea. It was located right on the beach, at least the rear face of it was and she was prepared to pay reasonably good credit for it as well, having amassed a small hoard of her own over the last two years with virtually nothing to spend it on in that time. Emma was going to make up for that.

 Leaving everything behind in her room, Emma left wearing the same outfit minus the pullover. She again asked for directions that had her on a street dedicated to shopping for just about everything you could imagine. Her thoughts were on the gifts she wanted to get for the crew when her steps paused at the window of a 'Gunsmith's' establishment. Her eyes were smarting from the selection he had in the window (behind the security bars of course); Emma was transfixed on a wooden case that contained a rather ancient looking weapon, she squinted at the tag, the best she could make out was '2021' Glock 27 special. She knew exactly who she could buy that for.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: May 25, 2017, 06:34:54 PM »
<Shuttle to Regina. @Bert Manfeld, @Talia Renoake @Rebecca Walsh>

 So not a lot of concrete information yet assurance that she wouldn't be rolling back to the shuttle each night did make Emma feel that much more comfortable about stepping out 'there' into the air she knew wasn't manufactured. "Later." She waved to Talia when the woman was the first out, naturally. "Too late for me to Bert, I'm already there."

That just left her, Bec and Bert, the latter she knew had to be fixing things, the former she knew was most likely planning on her she could 'fix' the latter, which made Emma smile. They suited one another but she wasn't going to miss an opportunity to throw a grenade into a crowd in a manner of speaking. "Thanks Bec, I'll make do cos ya know I am kinda resourceful in me own way..." So at last it was time to go, very quickly while even in that moment Bec had her hand on Berts neck, as she stepped past both of them with her pack slung, she stopped, turned then planted a big kiss right on the shuttle pilots mouth...pulled away as quickly giggling as she ran out the door. "See ya!" Waving to them as she disappeared into Regina.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: May 15, 2017, 04:59:04 PM »
<Shuttle to Regina. @Bert Manfeld, @Talia Renoake @Rebecca Walsh>

 So everyone has their little foibles after all; Emma noted a few things with each of them, filing it away to memory rather than writing it down this time as she was in a totally different frame of mind to be bothered with that right now. "Ain't gonna see me within a kilometer of no Shepherd, nope not me." She mumbled on a little in an inaudible tone, most of which was cussin, as was he want when she felt like it. "Tis okay Becca, I'm used to bein on me own in any case." No she wasn't, she hated it, but that was the breaks you get, which she accepted with good grace.

 Now that they were well and truly ready to hit the sights, Emma grabbed her bag, hitched it up then made one last check she had everything she needed. Then a thought occurred to her, three days, where would she stay. " okay I'ma guessin we don't come back to the Shuttle each night to bunk down and there be no way I'm lookin for a Companion house around these parts, so where do we find lodgins for three day?" She was though all for the last day get together, that was a given.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: April 27, 2017, 03:14:14 AM »
<Shuttle to Regina. @Bert Manfeld, @Talia Renoake @Rebecca Walsh>

 "Gorram, I'll be a ruttin snow flake on hell's gates. Will ya look at that." Emma couldn't believe her eyes when they finally did make it down on terra firma. Her head was twisting this way and that to get a better view, in between giggling at the discourse of discussion going on around her. "Couldna had a better flight neither Bec, thanks." She wanted to clap the other woman on the shoulder but she was just far too excited for anything else other than to undo her harness and get the heck out of there. Not that she minded the company, on the contrary, they had taken her in and made her feel like family; but as the 'kid' of the ship, she had things to do and places to go.

 "Sooooooo, any advice as t' where I can find some decent boutiques, that is first on me list before food at least. Though I will be havin that there sand in between toes sooner rather than later." She was going to enjoy this, she was determined to.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: April 11, 2017, 10:31:52 PM »
<Shuttle to Regina. @Bert Manfeld, @Talia Renoake @Rebecca Walsh>

 The sound of buckles locking into place on her harness was rather loud in her ears, with the pretty cherub like face turning a slight shade of scarlet as she realized she all but ignored Bec's command. Still she could put it down to a moment of euphoria as it were, the feeling of having some slight bit of responsibility on the shuttle for someone like her could make a lapse in hearing things valid.

 She listened again to the conversation around her, wanting to write even more in her book, though she happily stuffed that away knowing her excellent memory would fill a few pages when and if she had that chance to relax for a while on some lovely sandy beach. Being told to actually do something gave her an instant thrill, which she carried out deftly flipping the said switch then waited for the outcome. Her eyes gazed down at the view below them as the beach and town came into view; dreamily she exhaled with a very short. "My god, that is divine." A tingling sensation coursed through her, knowing she'd be breathing clean fresh air once again.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: April 02, 2017, 10:48:45 PM »
<Shuttle to Regina. @Bert Manfeld, @Talia Renoake @Rebecca Walsh>

 For the next few moments Em went into her shell again as the older hands of the crew spoke around her. She spent those last few precious moments before the landing was to take place, summing each one of them up as she knew them in the last two days. Weighing personalities, habits and idiosyncrasies of each one in her mind, something she had learned in the battalion, something that was drummed into her until it became a part of her. 'Know your buddies, know everything about them. For you may be called to go to bat for them at any time.' To be that close to someone was important to her, for the most part she needed to have it in her head the kind of things they liked, because a part of her shopping trip was to by presents; a thank you in her way to all of them for taking her in.

As her bright eyes took everything around her, she decided to get to work writing. Her tiny little red bound book came out of her pants pocket, a pen attached to it, she began writing her thoughts. Then a question popped into her mind randomly asking it. "Jack would be considered to be about a medium in clothing size wouldn't she?" En had something perfect in mind for the skipper, if she could afford it that was.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: March 27, 2017, 08:27:59 PM »
<15 minutes before landing in Sunnyvale, Planet Regina. @Bert Manfeld, @Talia Renoake @Rebecca Walsh  >

 It was Emma's turn to shut up, or in the words of the wise, be silent while the adults talk. That was a faded memory from somewhere, although exactly where she couldn't recall. She did though find a continuous giggle point whenever Bert spoke up, that was a good thing for her lately as she found that immature quotient of her character more befitting her age. Emma had the misfortune of having to grow up rather quickly being thrust into war at a very early age. While it ironed out some of her youthful flaws, it added a slight shadow to her world with her finding trust hard to achieve in others, moments of extreme melancholy and a constant feeling as if someone was watching her from afar. With the trust aspect, she had just lately found that becoming just a little easier with the crew, although it had been hard for her inwardly, she never showed it.

Now they were on approach, Emma listened very carefully to the procedure as she never knew a day might come where she may have to do the same. It was fairly standard and not something for her to easily forget. Once Rebecca had finished it was simply a matter of settling back for the last few moments as she enjoyed the spectacle of that blue planet rapidly filling her vision. "Surfing" She repeated the word. It had a certain ring to it that she could appreciate, the idea formed in her mind of being liberated, free for a while at least. "If'n they do this surfin thing down there, I'd be more n' willin to give it a shot...after I eat of course, then after I see what the best they got in clothes, I seriously need some new threads." Not exactly true, although it had to be conceded the few she brought with her were getting a little ragged.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: March 24, 2017, 04:04:51 PM »
<Shuttle to Regina @Rebecca Walsh @Bert Manfeld @Talia Renoake>

 Not for a very long time had Emma ever felt so happy, in fact she couldn't recall in her entire miserable life had she felt such joy; other than that one single time as a 13 year old she had the hots for a boy who wanted nothing more from her than long walks along the bay, long talks and him constantly telling her what beautiful eyes she had. Of course moments like those never lasted, he was dragged off by the Feds for some special educational program for 'advanced' kids. He was just 12, his mind worked like an adult and he could piece together complex mathematical problems like some weird genius. She never heard of him again.

 Being with this crew had turned her life around (so far), just days, that was all it took for her to go from a wasted specimen living from one day to the next, one scheme to the next merely to survive, then that went all downside up when she met Jack. Right now her heart was threatening to leave her chest with excitement, her brain pan pounding with a zillion thoughts as to what she could do to spend these few days of vacation and mots of all, what she could buy for each crew member as a gift to show how grateful she was that everyone of them had contributed to her current joyful state. "Paying attention!" She laughed when she answered Talia, though with the woman behind her, it was easy to poke her tongue out to.

 Looking sideways at Bec she had to grin wider than a Jiangyin cat and they could be quite scary with their huge wide gaping maw. "Yeah you have a brain and a body to die for, look at me! Fat in the wrong places and the rest o' me be skin and bone." It was of course an utter filthy lie, the girl was proportionally perfect though like all women, Emma never saw it that way, always claiming her butt was too big and the rest of the drivel that came with feeling forever less that you were. "But no, I ain't touchin a thing till you tell me exactly what to touch and when Bec." Her head swiveled slightly back to Bert at that juncture. "Here." She reached into her pants pocket to pull out her own lighter, no one would be surprised to know Em had the occasional 'medicinal' joint herself.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: March 17, 2017, 03:57:21 PM »

<Shuttle to Regina @Rebecca Walsh @Bert Manfeld @Talia Renoake>

 "Take a back seat Bert, someone has to baby sit Talia dude." She giggled, most likely the ship's new XO was faking it anyway, Emma was sure of it as she had come to know the woman over the last few days in as much the former intelligence officer wasn't a heavy sleeper nor one to just nod off like that. Unless of course she had been working out again. Emma caught her doing that when the woman probably thought she was alone.

 Slipping into the right hand seat made her feel kind of special really, especially since she had caused so much grief for the crew in the first forty eight hours aboard, to Emma it was like a gesture of making up for something really; the broad toothy smile she was wearing said as much. Instinctively her hand reached for some button, snatching it away just as quickly with some invisible voice telling her 'don't effing touch nothin'. Before speaking to Becca though she had to say something to Bert about his past experiences. "If only I could have served under someone like that. I mean my CO was okay, he was an alrighty dude. But he was flaky to, you never knew when he was goin to cut n run in the heat of battle. Poor guy did have jelly legs in that respect, leavin it up to our squad leaders to make the heavy decisions." That in the end meant her, a nineteen year old mud groper, the last senior NCO left in her unit during the last ninety days of the war>

 "You do realize Becca, I wouldn't be sittin here if'n you weren't so purdy." She was only half joking. Given other circumstances, whether in her guise as a companion, or a rough necked soldier, Emma could easily cuddle up to someone like the Goldhound's pilot. Or even Bert for that matter; what an odd thought.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: March 07, 2017, 09:47:57 PM »
<Shuttle to Regina @Rebecca Walsh @Bert Manfeld @Talia Renoake>

 Her hand went immediately to her mouth as Emma covered up a chuckle. Trust a man to say something like that as if women were a prize or something in a field of competition for the males to behave like race horses with all of them being colts. So what if the geldings fall by the wayside, it didn't matter as long as the top stud took the trophy. Bert would be sat on his arse real quick if he heard exactly what most women think and say about the males of the species. For the majority of women, they tolerated their presence, if only to come together at some point for the purpose of breeding. After that they'd be more than happy to leave the studs back out to pasture.

 "Aahhh!" Emma sighed as she unstrapped to stand from her seat. Not that she had been there long, it was merely because she had spent the better part of an hour or more sitting on her duff making herself pretty for the day. It was good to stand. "Would it surprise you Bert to learn that 99% of women can go either way on any given day without blinking? During the war, most of us girls kept together, the few there were on the lines. Only when we had to on operations did we get too close to our male companions for a number of reasons. Becky and Talia can tell you, life's a jungle out there for us most of the time; when you're in company for long stretches it opens up the flood gates for excuses to make advances that they'd never normally make. A lot of bad crap went on in those days." Company officers brushed aside and overlooked most of it, rape was common, passed off as mere unwanted distractions. It was often hard to prove. "My CO was gay, probably the best guy I've ever met." That part was true, he was more protective of the women under him than most would be. She counted herself lucky to have been with the 214th. One of her recruit classmates was with the 73rd infantry; she committed suicide after just a month with her regiment.

 But that was misery, a long way behind her now. She was in a better time and place. "Hey!" She made a long face at Bert. "I was gonna offer my own good self for that." Her eyes drifted over to Talia, already the woman appeared to be asleep. Or she was faking it. 

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: February 27, 2017, 04:57:14 PM »
<Shuttle to Regina @Rebecca Walsh @Bert Manfeld @Talia Renoake>

 "Well the name has a ring to it, don't it?" Emma beamed, Sunnyvale sounded to her like a mix between a farming town and somewhere far down the bay where she lived her childhood. Fond memories even if it was hard living each day, wondering if you were going to eat, or even wake up each morning. Sickness was abound in her community, the forgotten herd of stinking fishermen and their families, being ripped off for every single kilo of fish they sold back to the Feds. She hated it, couldn't wait to get away from it and her drunken old man. He, couldn't make a living from the bay, far too much competition, so in the end he had to lower himself in laboring for one of the wealthy who sat high upon a hill over looking the bay in South Hauer, far from the reek of the masses. That in the end was the thing that sent him to the bottle, he had lost every sense of whatever pride he had.

 Cinching her belt tight on Rebecca's instructions as this would be Em's 500th shuttle trip (her first from the Hound), she knew exactly what to expect. Breathe in deep, count to ten. That was what her old Squad leader used to tell her; which she thought at the time was merely for his merriment, being in the beginning the only female in the unit. It wasn't. Taking one last chance to speak, it all came out in a rush. "Curry! Lao Tien Fu how I wish for a decent curry Talia and yes, I'ma gonna call that, as there ain't nothin better on a 40 degree day than a steaming hot spicy curry, the spicier the better!" It was figured that the sweating cooled you down. "I did, kind of remindin me of a Sergeant I had the hots for a few years ago. Sadly though he was battin for the other team." She grinned at Bert, they'd all know what she meant.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: February 21, 2017, 08:00:28 PM »
<Shuttle to Regina @Rebecca Walsh @Bert Manfeld @Talia Renoake>

 "Goram strikin Bert you sure fooled me." For a second, his voice was unmistakable, still the new look threw her for a loop.

 Leaning forward she watched Talia snatch up the snacks, Emma had to shake her head, there was no way she would eat that stuff as it could be as old as the war itself and probably twice as noxious. She'd had her fill of C rations, those energy bars being one of the things in life she had crossed off ages ago. "I had time." She grinned cheerfully, a grin that would have surprised all of them given what she had been through lately, it was a wonder she could even show her teeth. Still, in just a few days some of her weight had come back, the scar was far less red than it was earlier, although the stitches had only just begun to dissolve, a few hours in the salt water of the sea would fix that. "Becca have you been to Regina before? I have to know what its like, I mean you know, shops n places like that? The beach, is it like they say, all golden sand and blue water?" The only water she knew of was a dirty harbor where she grew up and even dirtier rivers where you might be lucky to live a few days if you swam in it. Although there was a clean bay not far from her home where her father did his fishing, she did at least learn to swim there.

The Verse / Re: Flying Down To Vacation.
« on: February 15, 2017, 09:48:24 PM »
<From Cabin to Shuttle @Rebecca Walsh @Talia Renoake  @Bert Manfeld >

Sleep, glorious sleep. Emalie couldn’t recall when she had last slept so well, definitely not in this lifetime and she was pretty goram sure not in the next either. Although there was this one time during her ever so brief foray into the delicate candle scented world of being a companion, she had an elderly woman as a client who’s only desire was company, someone younger to talk to, tell all her old tales. As she explained she had no family at all, few friends and those she did have, had no interest in the stories of an old worn out banker such as herself. It wasn’t long into the job that Emma realized why the woman was in such a position; she had to be the most boring individual in the ‘verse. Possibly somewhere after around three hours or so, despite all her intense training not to do so, she fell asleep deeply. When she awoke after some eight hours, the woman was gone, the credit payment had gone through and a small note left on her dresser telling her what wonderful company she was.

The rap on her door was expected, Emma had her light summer top half way on when she heard it; she tried to answer reasonably yet she knew it would sound either muffled or garbled at best. Picking up some speed after Talia left (she knew the voice) and not wanting to disappoint the ship’s new XO. A pair of cotton cargo pants with some nice flat soled shoes finished her off, other than a little bit of bling she added, although where she got it from was beyond her memory now. A quick look in the mirror, the slightly darker reddish hair now suited her, thanks to Talia and her herbs; Emalie wanted to look at least a little different, she still had the fear that someone was after her from somewhere. One last check of her very sparse make up and she was done; a black bag slung over her shoulder added to the casualness of her appearance, she was happy at least.

 Five minutes later she was climbing into the shuttle, the industrial smell of it a harsh clash with the scent of the shampoo she used, wrinkling her nose she headed forward to the sounds of voices, a man’s voice the last she heard. When she at last made it up front her jaw dropped, a single word falling from her lips. “Bert?” Was this him, it sounded like him, but this young guy couldn’t possibly be him, could it?

GoldHound ~ Bounty Hunter / Re: A Third Hat
« on: February 05, 2017, 03:11:47 PM »
<Mess hall. Early morning, just before entering the Eir Skyplex, @Chloe Saint-Jacques, @Talia Renoake >

 Pretty much that was the signal that the little meeting was over, so Emma stood, stretched her back like a feral cat (she only needed whiskers and she could pull that off quite well), even to the point of stifling a yawn. "Strawbs eh Talia? You know that could amount to either petty theft, plain outright pilfering, or a whole of lot using some of my other talents. Am I free to choose which path I take? Because right now I know as soon as we dock, the prices of everything is going to go through the roof beyond reasonable." A common practice these days. As soon as any ship touches base with the skyplex, for some strange reason everything seems to be five times more expensive than the last time.

GoldHound ~ Bounty Hunter / Re: A Third Hat
« on: January 27, 2017, 02:58:50 PM »
 "Talia." That was simple, straight forward but to the point. Though a third person would find them looking askance at the two women. Just why was the younger looking so bright and cheery, why was she looking as if she'd just won a fortune, stunning really. For the casual observer they'd be thinking given the circumstances of the ship they were on, the relationship that started on such a sour note between these two, something had dramatically changed. Did they find they had more in common after all? More than met the eye? Certainly tongues would start wagging soon enough.

 Yet Emalie retained a remarkable calm, even when Jack spoke to her, the younger replying that she simply wanted to make a fresh clean start. She did though have her moment typical to her of a little cheekiness, that part couldn't be wiped away so easily. "They're not there anymore." Licking her lips didn't help her cause either.

 After that was out of the way, Jack didn't waste any time getting down to business either. Going straight for the jugular so to speak. Emalie should have been shocked but she wasn't, not at all really. She knew Nate, unfortunately she knew him all too well, possibly even more than the Captain did, so it was of no real surprise when he disappeared under the circumstances that he did. Promoting Talia to XO seemed logical to her, even though she might have had doubts about the woman two days ago, Emalie had none now. Jack had made the right choice, so for the younger woman it made perfect sense. She was though taken aback to realise there was only the three of them there. Talia's speech in return was predictable, the woman still had that hard military streak to her. "Congratulations Talia. Captain I don't think you could have chose better." No she wasn't brown nosing, just being truthful.

Ship Information / Re: The Heist - Episode 2
« on: January 19, 2017, 11:28:42 PM »
 nope, we're just lazy buggers :D

I did have an idea. While Emma is at the beach with whoever, she goes to a concession stand for food, while there she could over hear some dudes talking about this great heist that is going down. Feasible?

Ship Information / Re: The Heist - Episode 2
« on: January 19, 2017, 07:57:21 PM »

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