Meet N' Greet

[cityship]

Part of the crew might be gone, but life on the ship goes on. In fact, new people have woken up and, eventually, they've been spat out into the mess hall.

Maybe it's better to introduce them to some of the worst aspects of ship life first, right?

Anyway, the word is out that there's new people, and someone should probably go say hello. Before the n00bs mistake the glop for crew.


[ooc: read before tagging, plz]

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[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"The soldier. I got the Omega AI-O'Malley." Judging from her tone, she isn't too fond of the other AI.

Tex nods a little at the smirk. "The interesting freelancing." She pauses, considering. "Last time you were on it-was it blowing up?"

[spacecowboyjim.livejournal.com]

"Well now, that's interesting. So how do you go from being a soldier with an AI... to being one yourself?" Jim pauses, and then holds up a hand with a tired chuckle. "Lemme guess: Long story."

He crosses his arms over his chest. "It does get interesting. And... not that I can remember. Hope to hell it still ain't."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Long story that I never got told. Like I said, before I got stuck here? Theory was that Church and I were ghosts."

Tex nods a little. "So. Three people that almost got blown up, counting me, one that didn't, and I didn't bother to ask Grif. Maybe there's still a pattern."

[spacecowboyjim.livejournal.com]

"Somehow, I ain't surprised. Even Special Ops are just numbers to the folks running the show. They ain't gotta tell the rest of us a damn thing." Is that a touch of bitterness in his voice? Why yes. Yes it is.

Jim looks at Tex for a moment, and then leans back again. "Maybe there is. Hell, for all I know this damn ship just picks us by hurlin' darts at a board. Or whatever the giant spaceship equivalent is."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I picked up on that once they started trying to kill both of us."

"In this case? Probably bones at some kind of organ. We're on a flying space spleen."

[spacecowboyjim.livejournal.com]

"That's a bit more direct then usual, far as I know. They want you dead, they'll just leave you to die."

Jim shakes his head, giving a short, bitter little chuckle. "Sounds like it. You ever been on anything like this before? Organic spaceships?"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"They tried to be a little sure about it with O'Malley and I. It didn't work." It's said flatly.

Tex shakes her head as well, glancing around the cafeteria. "Nope. Last time I was having to deal with aliens, it was just the big one and Tucker's freak baby."

[spacecowboyjim.livejournal.com]

"Glad to hear it. You don't seem none the worse for wear. Makin' it through the fire alive is worth a fair few points in my book." Well, as alive as an AI gets, anyway. That part still confuses him, but he figures it ain't worth the trouble of asking.

He looks down at the fleshy growth that passes for a chair, grimacing. "Never known anything quite this size, but... I've had a few run-ins with somethin' like this before. Race of aliens called the Zerg - everything they build, it's all alive." Jim frowns. "Still, this ain't like any Zerg ship I've ever seen."