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No Pineapples

Episode 02

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Time passed. It had a way of doing that.

 

The hauler carrying the drones the local contract had originally called for showed up. For some inscrutible reason it was called The Sarky Gentleman.

 

The Sarky Gentleman took the time to dock with the Damask Rose on its way by. The rushed deployment had resulted in various odds and ends ordered at the mercenary convention being left behind, and any mercenary ship sailing the stars needed regular infusions of fuel, ammo, medicine, mail (especially care packages), fresh fruit, and booze, among other necessities

 

No pineapples, though. Never any pineapples. They were bad luck.

 

Gulg Boa had come up from the surface to meet the supply ship. Technically the Logistics Manager was Victor Maryiam, but being in the wrong chain of command had never stopped Gulg from making sure people did things that affected him or his operations to his specifications. The intel obtained from the pirate raid necessitated a slight change in deployment, and he wanted to make sure everything he needed ended up where he needed it.



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While there were no pineapples, there was a case each of booze, smokes, and chocolate. The shipping labels had somehow fallen off, so it wasn't clear whose they were.



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"MINE!! Mineminemineminemine!!!"  Tiff all but squealed as she hugged the case of chocolate.  This was perfect, her shipment of new chocs arrived just as she was down to one emergency bar.  "Oooohhhh, I'm so gonna enjoy eating you Up!!"



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Alexi met Gulg off to one side. "So. You saw the files I sent; I can fix the permissions if we have the capability to field it. Could the Damask Rose get the employees to maintain and repair that kind of new hardware? I think I can find space for it. We'll still need logistics to ship supplies, but I know for a fact they have the capacity."



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Jo casually sauntered into the bay, her flight-suit top tied at her waist. "Hi Lexi!...oh fresh smokes!!!" Whatever further greeting she was about to give was cut off as she dove at the box containing her favourite brand of cigarette. In short order she was sitting with her back against a bulkhead lazily taking a drag with a contented sigh.

 

For his part Tommy walked in covered in sweat. Over the last few days he had alternated between drinking hard and working out harder. Olga had been a comforting presence during both of these activities. It seems being back in space, coupled with the recent activities, had kicked up more than a few memories that were best left untouched. Looking around the room he took in the people: Gulg and Alexi conversing; Tiff having what looked like a seizure over chocolate; and his wife having a smoke off to the side.

 

His eyes also noticed several cases of alcohol mixed in with the supplies. He ripped the top off one of the cases and grabbed the first bottle he could. Without looking he opened the bottle and took a long slug of the surprisingly strong green liquid it contained.



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Nevin normally avoided the bay when at all possible. There was something about it. Perhaps it was too big, or too dirty. He couldn't quite pin down the source. Whatever it was, it kept him out.

Until today, at least. Duty in the form of Technician Stone. He had missed two appointments and Nevin suspected it was intentional. There was a process for this type of situation but there was few injuries at the moment. The doctor was bored and intended to end the stalemate himself.

A trail of smoke and annoyed crew traced Nevin's path throughout the ship, from upper decks down. If Stone was in the ship, this was his last refuge. The doctor would have his man. Nothing could take him off the scent.

"Nothing" was found in the form of several crates filled with booze and oh-so-precious tobacco products. Wordless, he approached and appraised each with the adolescent awe. The cigarettes were note his type. He was anal about such things but nonetheless pocketed several packs.

Just in case.

The alcohol offered better variety. Within one case he found a well-regarded colonial whiskey. This was also pocketed for later. A second bottle of the same was discovered, opened and swigged.

His mood much improved, and Stone entirely forgotten, Nevin moved near Tommy and extended the bottle.

"Green fairy, mm? Cheers."

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Olga wandered in, having followed the doctor's scent all the way around the ship.
 
"Ho, doc! Hy vanted to know if Nick hed seen hyu about dat nausea problem. Hy dunno how many years Hy got left, und if Hy go berserk . . . vell, Hy'd like to get my replacement trained sooner radder ten later, hyu know?"
 
She glanced over at Tommy, then plucked the bottle out of his hand. "Schpeakink uf Problem Children, drinks betveen vorkouts are vun tink, but hyu don' hef my tolerance. Ve need hyu sober if dere's a scramble." Funny how the tables had turned; they'd once had a sparring match over Tommy trying to take away Olga's booze.



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Dwer could be seen walking about the bay with a digital clipboard in hand. He had been enlisted by the Logistics Manager to help with the new shipment, seems he'd been notified as to Dwer's previous occupation. While the idea of paperwork didn't really appeal to the pilot he couldn't exactly say no, one issue with being a pilot is you had a lot of downtime. It was mindless work that was made even more tedious by the clinical efficiency the ship was run with, apart from an entire pallet of some sort of self sealing bolt nobody knew what to do with everything was precisely as it was supposed to be.

One perk of the job was that he got to look at the special deliveries before anyone else, thus he had already put aside a bottle or two of some of the better booze.

Checking off the umpteenth case of drone AI modules he 'folded' the digital clipboard and deposited it on the Managers desk. Seeing a small gathering forming around the special packages he figured he'd join them. He made his way over to where Olga was, having to step over the blonde explosives expert who was apparently having some sort of joyous fit over a box of chocolate. He arrived in time to catch the nausea comment.

"You aren't training him to drink are you? Might explain why he's feeling sick." there was a hint of sarcasm, but he half expected some truth to it.



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"Oh, lay off the boy, Olga."
 
The Zolan returned to the crate and rummaged around. He let out a sudden "ah!" and withdrew a bottle identical to the one confiscated. With a small flourish he removed the cap and handed it to Tom.
 
"A drink or two never killed anyone. You know that. And if it did? I'd have him up and ready in no time."
 
"As for Mr. Rivel," he continued, attention returned to Olga. "There is nothing I can do for him. Nausea is a common side-effect of the process. Prescribing him anything will not cure having his internals rearranged every time he's in that tube. He will adapt just as you did when you started.
 
"And if not," Nevin shook a finger in her direction, "you'll have to deal with the repercussions."
 
It was his habit to rib Olga when at all possible. Still, it was an open question if the threat really did carry weight.
 
"Mr. Koolhan! Good of you to join us! Please, help yourself to the finer goods -if you haven't already- and help me explain to Miss. Jägerkin‏ that some of us aren't designed for macronization on a daily basis."


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Tommy smirked up at Olga when she grabbed his bottle from him. "Funny...didn't we have a similar conversation a few years ago?" 

 

He smiled at the doctor and took the offered bottle, "See, just what the doctor ordered."

 

"Besides," he looked back to Olga, "I'm not going to get drunk. Just going to drink enough to forget I'm sitting on the deck of a tin can that is sitting in the middle of a vacuum just waiting to kill me."



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Apparently the Fates heard Tommy.
 
One of the powered flatbeds carrying ammo and missile pallets and various sundries from The Sarky Gentlemen's storage bays to those of the Damask Rose suddenly came to a halt as the engine began grinding and finally completely seized. The flatbed's guide leaned over and flipped open the engine cover to see what had happened and inhaled a burst of hot, sooty air. An orange glow somewhere inside the machinery reacted to the expanded access to fresh air, sending tendrils of bright orange flame licking up around the edges of the cart to caress the fire-resistant pallets and other equipment above, one of which appeared to be a compressed-gass canister of some kind.
 
The freight loader staggered back, coughing and waving. "Fire!" she choked out. "Fire!"


Edited by CrazyDreamer, 06 June 2013 - 04:13 PM.
Upped the ante


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Transitions weren't difficult for Roderick, he generally adapted easily to changes in his life.  There were some exceptions of course.  Stretches of boredom being one of those exceptions.  Especially when he remembered his time being way more filled than it was now as a paid pilot the last time around.

 

Then again, we're not fighting a war this time...

 

His aimless wandering brought him to the bay where the others had gathered and it was at that moment that his thoughts of boredom were alleviated by cries of 'fire'.

 

Oh fire, huh.

 

...

 

Wait, what?!

 

Roderick ran to the smoking flatbed, he took a deep breath and came up behind the freight loader to pull her to the side, away from the smoke.  Taking another deep breath, he ducked low and re-approached the engine compartment and flipped the cover closed with a booted foot before retreating.

 

Right, next time don't think about being bored.  When bored, find something to do, like flower arranging.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, Tiff was finally drawn out of her chocolate induced happy place by the distant cries of 'fire'.  with a half-eaten chocolate bar in clutched between her teeth, she rushed over to the coughing woman, pulling her further away from the smoke and telling her to exhale fully before trying to breath again.

 

What she actually said was closer to, "MmhMuMuhh, MuuhuuMmummhhMuhmmmMuuhummMmMmmuhhh."



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It took Alexi a few moments to move to where he could see the commotion. He didn't need to think twice to know what was on the loader: a long oxygen canister for the shuttle's life support system. Depending on the quality and history of the pressure release valve spring, they had a tendency to start venting at distressingly low temperatures. Fortunately, Rod's boot temporarily cut it off from the flames.
 
"Get the gas tank clear!" he shouted, his limp suddenly absent as he began heading in that direction as quickly as he could. Why am I always the only one who can figure out what's going to explode next, and why do I always run towards it?
 
Rather than trying to reach one of the alarm contacts scattered around the periphery of the cargo area, he pulled up the Damask Rose's alarms via the secure comms and client rig hooked into his sari-C and signaled the fire from there. The "sound" of the ventilation system in the area shutting down was drowned out by the dissonant warbling of the fire alarm, followed momentarily by automated instructions over the MC-1: "Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire in Cargo-1. Fire team turn out. Evacuate aft sections, all others remain where you are. All crew members report your position. This is not a drill. Fire. Fire. Fire."



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Nick had been late to the party, but was more than a little shocked at what greeted him.  Fire?  Here?  Oh, hell no.

 

He sprinted across the bay, overtaking Alexi and spotting the tank he was referring to.  He leapt, cleared the pallet shifter, landed on the other side, and did a half-suplex on the gas tank.  Since slamming it into the deck seemed like a bad plan, the motion completed with the heavy bottle more or less landing on his chest as he fell backwards.  The air whooshed out of him, and he awkwardly kicked his feet out, skittering, crablike, backwards with the heavy weight upon his chest.



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The universe, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humour. Tommy had barely finished his remark when all hell broke loose. Had this been combat the adrenaline and focus might have been enough for him to power through but this was downtime....and he was half in the bottle at that.

Reacting with what could only be termed as instincts Tommy curled into the fetal position and seemed to lose all awareness of his surroundings. His eye rolled back in his head while his mechanical eye forced his brain to see every detail. The poor man was lost to his terror moaning, "Oh God, not again....please God not again." While everyone else reacted around him.

Joanna faired a bit better. She grabbed for the nearest fire extinguisher and spun to face the fire. She noticed two things almost simultaneously: others had the situation in hand; and Tommy, her rocksteady partner, was in the shit.

She dropped the extinguisher as she dropped to her knees next to him. Delicately she placed his head in her lap and stroked his hair. "It's ok. Everything is ok." She tried to comfort him, it did nothing.

Looking around the hanger she yelled, fearfully, "Help! We need help here!"

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Olga let others deal with the fire. At first she tried to shield Tommy, but when Nick went over the top she followed, arriving shortly after. She lifted one end of the oxy tank with one hand and dragged Nick out from under with the other. She hoisted him by the belt, lest the tank had damaged his ribs, and glided towards the door. Without breaking stride she grabbed Tommy with the other hand, throwing him over her shoulder.

"Hoy, Tiff! Get you patient over here und giff dese two a hend."

 

Exeunt Nick and Tommy, carried by a bear.



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Alexi arrived at the transport moments before reinforcements from Cargo-2. He hit the Emergency Power-Off button as the others readied a CO2 extinguisher and pulled the engine cover open with a cargo hook. It was another half minute before they declared the fire out and shut off the alarms, restoring ventilation.

 

Alexi sighed and got the cargo loaders moving the stalled cargo while Gulg started carefully taking the major parts of the engine out, checking each over for damage as he worked his way towards the source of the fire. Clipped conversation and gestures between the two men suggested that they were conversing via Sari-C, both about the engine and whatever they had been discussing before.







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