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Post by apn on Oct 17, 2011 16:34:46 GMT -5
Lt Grayson
Grayson frowns at the transporters lack of functionality. "Get it fixed! Ah'm fed up o leavin' people ta fend for themselves whilst we twiddle our thumbs and whistle Dixie!"
He leans over the console, clicks on the 'transmit' and sends a message to RJ. "RJ? This is Grayson. We're gonna be slightly delayed but ah want you ta check in every minute or so ta make sure everything is hunky dory. There ain't nothin' else ta see here an' ah'm itchy that there Vee Denny is gonna come back an' catch us with our britches down. Sit tight, y'hear? Stay in contact and don't do nothin that ah'd do, cause that'd be stoopid."
Grayson heads to the bridge to get a status report, and wonders whether to pop his head round the door to see the Captain...
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Post by MaGnUs on Oct 18, 2011 6:45:28 GMT -5
Fidgeting slightly, RJ makes sure his weapon is still there, but doesn't draw it. He nods in the direction of the beings watching him, and whistles a soft, old song.
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Post by aramis on Oct 18, 2011 20:18:16 GMT -5
The song is echoed by the tall, thin, large eyed beings. They step out from the bushes, their hands near but not on their holstered large caliber firearms.
Unsettlingly, RJ can feel both their curiosity and fear.
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Post by apn on Oct 19, 2011 4:41:02 GMT -5
Lt Grayson
On his way back to the bridge, Grayson taps on the Captains door. "Sir? You ok in there? Need anythin' fetchin? A vacuum cleaner?" he thinks for a moment "A wig?"
"Ah know. Seein' as you're prolly as bald as a coot what if we whip round the crew and knit you a woolly hat?" asks Grayson earnestly.
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Post by MaGnUs on Oct 19, 2011 6:47:36 GMT -5
"Oh, so you guys know this song?" RJ says, gulping a bit. "How are you doing?"
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Post by aramis on Oct 20, 2011 16:39:17 GMT -5
"Oh, so yuh geez no tis zong? Ow arrr ooo doin?" they echo. Then, in a rapidly pitched warble sotto voce, one taps another on the shoulder and makes whistlings sounds... followed by an argument in those whistles.
RJ is fairly certain the second one is annoyed with the first one.
"Just a couple minutes more, Sir" crackles the communicator.
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Post by MaGnUs on Oct 21, 2011 6:20:50 GMT -5
RJ chuckles at the beings imitating his words, then answers his communicator "I've got some company down here. New arrivals, it seems."
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Post by aramis on Oct 26, 2011 0:50:34 GMT -5
The Aliens seem to be arguing about who RJ is talking too. One mimics the communicator box, the other points to the stones.
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Post by MaGnUs on Oct 26, 2011 6:39:55 GMT -5
OOC: No response from the ship?
RJ looks at the aliens and points up "I'm talking to my people, up in my ship."
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Post by apn on Oct 26, 2011 12:52:07 GMT -5
Lt Grayson
OOC I was awaiting for a response (if any) from the Captain. If we assume he's vanished/never existed that's fine, just wondered that's all
When he gets on the bridge Grayson will ask on RJs' status and whether there's been any contact on the sensors from other vessels. He doesn't like leaving a man behind, and wishes it were him. In his current role though, it seems that's not possible.
"Notify me immediately if RJ makes contact and if there are any problems." drawls Grayson. "Transport room, Grayson. RJ up yet? What's the hold up?" he says over the Comms.
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Post by aramis on Oct 26, 2011 17:34:51 GMT -5
Lt GraysonOOC I was awaiting for a response (if any) from the Captain. If we assume he's vanished/never existed that's fine, just wondered that's all When he gets on the bridge Grayson will ask on RJs' status and whether there's been any contact on the sensors from other vessels. He doesn't like leaving a man behind, and wishes it were him. In his current role though, it seems that's not possible. "Notify me immediately if RJ makes contact and if there are any problems." drawls Grayson. "Transport room, Grayson. RJ up yet? What's the hold up?" he says over the Comms. "He's reporting more aliens, sir," says Paddy. "And he's talking to them." And from the intercom, Vork replies, "I canna change the laws of physics, cap'n!" A clunk then issues forth. "And I'm not doing much better at bending them, either. ETA, 2 minutes."
[planetside] They slowly advance, hands open, and palms towards RJ. They point at RJ, point at the sky, point at themselves, point at the sky, and continue to close.
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Post by apn on Oct 26, 2011 21:35:15 GMT -5
Lt Grayson
"Open a channel to RJ." orders Grayson
"RJ? Grayson here. Status? You needin' assistance? Engineerin' says two minutes. After this ah swear ah'm gonna be last man up!"
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Post by MaGnUs on Oct 27, 2011 7:36:49 GMT -5
"LT, this is RJ." the man on the ground says into his comm. "I don't seem to be in any danger... they appear to be curious about me... and I haven't made any agressive moves; neither have them. Y'think one of the eggheads from science would like to come down and talk to them?"
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Post by apn on Oct 28, 2011 11:14:55 GMT -5
Lt Grayson
Grayson groans. "Ah want everyone back on th' ship RJ. Those damned teleporters ah doin' ma head in! Tell ya what. See if'n ya'll can get one o them there aliens ta come up wi' ya? Be as polite an' as friendly as you can, point an gesture an' shout loudly an' slowly, like ah had ta do with ma Aunt Hortense, on account as she was French an no one could unnerstand a damn word she said. An she was partly deaf too, but mostly that was what family get togethers was like. Shoutin'. An liquor. An' sometimes, guns n shootin'. Try your best. Let me know. If ya can pull it off an' they wanna come up ta talk with us, ah reckon we can have a chin wag in th' conference room."
He looks about.
"Wherever th' hell that is."
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Post by MaGnUs on Oct 31, 2011 7:05:27 GMT -5
"Gotcha, el-tee." RJ says. He then turns to the aliens. "Hey... uhm... would one of you guys would like to join me in my ship." he points to the sky, then uses his hand to signal the movements of my ship, then points to himself.
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