[This place reminds Lieutenant Arilanna Tayrey of nothing more than the innards of an antiquated, long-deserted ship. One of the slow ships, from centuries back. She’s not fazed by the bare grey walls, or the empty rooms, and she strides along as if with some purpose. As if she knows exactly what she’s doing.
She doesn’t.
Still, she might find something useful if she keeps looking. Some record, designed to last. A message. That’s her hope, at any rate. In the meantime, walking the corridors is helping her to get her bearings. Ari’s an astrogator, with an astrogator’s sense of direction, and she has – arbitrarily, out of necessity – designated one direction forward so that she can start to mentally chart the area.
It's a pleasant surprise to turn a corner and find she’s not alone.]
I wonder how old all this is. It isn’t exactly what I was expecting.
iii. The Shipyard
[Ari gasps when she first takes in the sight of the shipyard. She has never seen one so large or so varied, not even in-system among the central worlds. Some of them are vast, beyond the wildest dreams of any aspirant Tradeliner. Some are armed to the teeth. Some seem to make use of materials or technologies she can’t even guess at. Yes, she’s very out-of-sector now.
Can she really choose any one that she wants? Despite what she was told before agreeing to all this, in the moment it simply doesn’t seem real. Ari’s a lieutenant astrogator with all of six months’ seniority, why would anyone want her for this mission?
She stands there for a moment, a motionless figure in her bright blue Tradeliner uniform, and then she glances over her shoulder, looking to her closest companion.]
So what do you think? What’s the catch?
iv. Crewmates
[Ari chooses a portable device. It might not be exactly like her slate computer from back on her last ship, but it's damn close. The questions make her roll her eyes, but she taps out quick answers.]
[Tell me a little about yourself.] Lieutenant Arilanna Tayrey, of the Tradelines, lately second astrogator on the TS Prosperity.
[Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER?] My ambition is to lead, but I do what's necessary. I can take orders, and I can give them. No trouble. Everything runs smoothly when there's a clear line of command.
[What is your best feature?] I'm very competent.
[The sight of the accompanying photograph makes her scowl. That is not a flattering angle. That had better not be what they publish on the newsnets in the event of her (heroic? hopefully heroic) death out here.]
Ari Tayrey | original character (SF)
[This place reminds Lieutenant Arilanna Tayrey of nothing more than the innards of an antiquated, long-deserted ship. One of the slow ships, from centuries back. She’s not fazed by the bare grey walls, or the empty rooms, and she strides along as if with some purpose. As if she knows exactly what she’s doing.
She doesn’t.
Still, she might find something useful if she keeps looking. Some record, designed to last. A message. That’s her hope, at any rate. In the meantime, walking the corridors is helping her to get her bearings. Ari’s an astrogator, with an astrogator’s sense of direction, and she has – arbitrarily, out of necessity – designated one direction forward so that she can start to mentally chart the area.
It's a pleasant surprise to turn a corner and find she’s not alone.]
I wonder how old all this is. It isn’t exactly what I was expecting.
iii. The Shipyard
[Ari gasps when she first takes in the sight of the shipyard. She has never seen one so large or so varied, not even in-system among the central worlds. Some of them are vast, beyond the wildest dreams of any aspirant Tradeliner. Some are armed to the teeth. Some seem to make use of materials or technologies she can’t even guess at. Yes, she’s very out-of-sector now.
Can she really choose any one that she wants? Despite what she was told before agreeing to all this, in the moment it simply doesn’t seem real. Ari’s a lieutenant astrogator with all of six months’ seniority, why would anyone want her for this mission?
She stands there for a moment, a motionless figure in her bright blue Tradeliner uniform, and then she glances over her shoulder, looking to her closest companion.]
So what do you think? What’s the catch?
iv. Crewmates
[Ari chooses a portable device. It might not be exactly like her slate computer from back on her last ship, but it's damn close. The questions make her roll her eyes, but she taps out quick answers.]
[Tell me a little about yourself.]
Lieutenant Arilanna Tayrey, of the Tradelines, lately second astrogator on the TS Prosperity.
[Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER?]
My ambition is to lead, but I do what's necessary. I can take orders, and I can give them. No trouble. Everything runs smoothly when there's a clear line of command.
[What is your best feature?]
I'm very competent.
[The sight of the accompanying photograph makes her scowl. That is not a flattering angle. That had better not be what they publish on the newsnets in the event of her (heroic? hopefully heroic) death out here.]