Stephanie grabbed what was left of the clothes and started to walk down the hallway that Virgil had gone down minutes earlier. "Well, there's a bathroom down this way. Plus, it's close to the bedroom."

Looking back at Ryan, she continued. "As for my job... I started out as a free agent. I would find information and give it to them whenever I felt it was good enough for them to know. Apparently, they really liked the work I did and offered me an actual position. This was my third job working for them... the first one by myself. But it's all gone to hell and back..." She let out a sigh as she kept walking.

She led the way down the hall, coming across a lone room on the right side. "I have to put these away."

"If you go all the way down..." Shifting all the clothes into one hand, she pointed further down. "... you'll see where the bedroom area is. Go down a little bit more and on the left there's a couple of doors. The first one is the bathroom. You can change there if you like."

She opened this door with her free hand. "I'll be down that way as soon as I drop this off." And with that, she slid inside, closing the door behind herself.

Tenjin recieves a message "reduce your engine signature or I will open fire." He sends a message back "the only reason im doing this is because im short on air, furthermore its getting hard to breathe..." he cuts his engines and drifts through space at the same speed.

Isis: The CSW mech has stopped accelerating. Highest probable reasons: Engin overheat, lack of fuel, engin malfunction, energy conservation to prolong life support systems. Shall I reverse course and Intercept?

Gerek: *sigh* At least we know where they are going, i guess we can just meet up with them later. But i still want to keep an eye on them, launch a stealth probe. If they get into trouble i want to know it. After the probe is launched, then retrieve the CSW mech. Restore power to the 3rd deck medical bay just in case. I also want you to lock down the primary mech hanger and power up the secondary hanger. If he asks any questions tell him that we had a critical system malfunction and the primary hanger is exposed to vacuum at the moment.

Isis: Do you think that is necessary?

Gerek: 300 year old mechs tend to arouse one's curiosity. Even CSW would be tempted to backstab us for a shot at a Star League era weapons cache. That mech is to only be seen by the Coyote, Wolf, or Ghost Bear techs.

Isis: Acknowledged. Any other orders?

Gerek: Can you reverse entropy?

Isis: Can you calculate jump trajectories, utilize point defense lasers to defend against multiple incoming projectiles and make a damn fine pot of coffee; all at the same time?

Gerek: Point taken. I’ll shut up now.

Tenjin's vision starts to go dark. From what he can make out from the gloom of his vision there seems to be a ship but even then he can only make out the hangar lights. He strains to type a message reading "life support has failed prep O2 tanks" and sends it before passing out and losing control of the BAA.

Nothing like a good shower to get your thoughts together...

Rubbing his face dry with the towel, Virgil moved towards the door and collided with Stephanie. Reflexively, he quick-stepped back and he cocked his wrist to release the pistol from within. Then he saw it was Stephanie, and he let his hand fall, then shot it forward again, this time to steady her.

"Sorry, Stephanie," he said. "My bad."

He picked up the towel and slung it over his shoulder.

"Xypher's a very thoughtful man. He's got everything here, shampoo, conditioner, body foam... even facial wash and hair gel."

Virgil smiled again and winked at her.

"You have very good taste in men, my lady... well, don't want to keep you. I'll be off now."

He left and closed the door behind him.

Being alone again, Stephanie had the chance to do a bit more exploring. She dropped the clothes off and went to another door on the other side of the door.

Opening the door, she stuck her head out and looked down the hallway. It was an extension of the same hallway she was in a moment ago- the halls in this area seemed to just loop around, which could be useful or not.

Good for getting people he doesn't want in here lost...

Upon seeing noone else in that section of hall, she stepped out, giving another look before she began walking again.

Surely I can find some kind of information about him somewhere around here... anything would work... I need to know if he's really someone I can trust. Especially since he won't say anything, and he's taking us to one of the worse places to be right now...

"Huh?" Having been buried in her thoughts, she forgot to watch where she was going and bumped right into Virgil.

I'm back at the bathroom so soon?

She stumbled back a little, but was quickly caught by Virgil in an effort to help her steady herself. "Oh..." She looked up at him. "It's alright, Virgil."

She stared at him for a moment, still a bit wet from the shower he just got out of, then looked down at his hand.

"...." Stephanie just stood there quietly, looking back up to his smiling face as he commented on how thoughtful Xypher was, then how she had good taste in men.

Feeling a faint blush creep across her cheeks. "Well uh... thanks....I'll... see you in a little bit..."

As he turned to leave, she quickly spun on her heel and went back the way she came.

What was that all about? I can't be acting like that at a time like this. I have to concentrate on getting a bit of information gathered before we get to Strana Mechty

Xypher slowly beings the descent from the cockpit. Near the bottem he hears some voices from the direction of his showering room, and as he quietly beings to move towards them he beings to think. 'Who would be over there at my personal shower? There is one in the sleeping quarters; course, it is an open view one, and I dont think Stephanie would be too comfortable with it.' A small smile crosses his lips. Right before he could round the corner he almost runs into someone rushing back the way he came from.

Stephanie? Oh, it is you. You look refreshed after your shower I must say. Where is the other one you were talking to? Never mind, I see him now. Virgil, Stephanie, we need to talk about our destination with our other guest. I think it is time I told you exactly where we are going and what it is that we are going to do once we get there.

With that he turns, and gestures to the pair to lead the way.

Stephanie stopped dead in her tracks as she came face to face with Xypher now.

Damn... there go my plans...But wait, did he just say he was going to explain everything?

She turned and looked over her shoulder, still seeing Virgil just a bit away through the cracked open door of the shower room.

"That's good." She started as she faced Xypher again, then took the lead as he gestured her to. "I've been wondering... and a bit worried about us going to Strana Mechty."

She started to walk back towards the meeting room, also quite curious as to why he was making her lead. Just a minor thought, but shouldn't he as the one who was pretty much in charge be leading? She shook her head clear of the thought, coming to the meeting room and taking a seat in one of the chairs while she waited for the others.

The BAA was taken aboard with a thunderous crash. Sparks flew from the deck where armor grade metal gouged long scratches into the extra thick deck of the secondary hangar. Both Gerek and Isis winced at the sound of the ship being damaged.

Isis: Well, I would say that the debate whether the pilot is in trouble or not is solved.

Gerek: How can you say that? He just landed.

Isis: Because, he's either dead, dying or unconscious in that cockpit...or he's going to be when I get a hold of him.

Gerek: Heh, how are you going to do that? Didn't you lose all of your avatar bodies?

Isis: I still have my dress body! I don't need a combat body to kick some's butt if they pilot that bad. But back to the subject at hand, I have re-pressurized the secondary hangar.

Gerek entered the half light of the secondary hangar. Since it is almost never used, the secondary hangar has always been near the bottom of the neigh endless maintenance/repair list. A ship this size was never intended to have only two crew...well, if you do not count the bots.

Walking up to the downed mech Gerek found the emergency release for the hatch. With a noise reminiscent of a balloon being popped, the hatch flew off the mech and the pilot fell 3 feet to the floor. Huh, guess it's a good thing the mech wasn't standing, otherwise he'd be severely injured...but since he fell, that means he's either sloppy for not being strapped in, of very considerate of the people rescuing him.

Gerek, not sure whether or not the pilot would be dead, had come armed with an apparatus to determine if the pilot had any life signs.
---MUD style start---
*Gerek wields a long metal rod*
*Gerek pokes the body of Tenjin*
*Gerek pokes the body of Tenjin*
*Tenjin groans*
---MUD style end---
Well, he's alive. With that thought, Gerek drags the pilot to a waiting stretcher outside the hangar and takes him to the medical bay to treat O2 depravation.

Upon leaving the medical bay Gerek collides with Isis's dress avatar entering.

Gerek: *from on the floor* There's no need for that, he was unconscious.

Isis: I know. I just thought that someone should be here when he wakes up, since your going to be moving the CSW mech into an alcove. Then your going to repair the holo projectors on the hangar deck, their positions are to awkward for my maintenance bots to reach.

Gerek: ....fine fine, I was going to do that anyway.

Isis: And take a shower, I never noticed until I entered this avatar that you smell bad. Go now! shoo shoo!

Gerek: My are not we bossy today.

Isis glares. Gerek quickly stalks off down the hall.

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Name: Isis
Species: AI
Gender: Has a feminine personality
Preferred Appearance: Like her namesake, Isis prefers to have an Egyptian mystique about here. With long black hair, tanned skin, and almond eyes, she could be a dead ringer for the ancient goddess.
Currently Wearing: A baggy blue jumpsuit commonly worn by techs. Hair is inexpertly bundled up to her head, held in place with what appears to be a plastic shipping tie.
Other Information: Although an AI, Isis has had the fortune to have many avatars constructed for different occasions where she would wish to physically leave the ship. Isis can either back up herself onto an avatar or move her entire core into an avatar (which would allow her to make an escape in the event the ship were captured). Avatars are constructed through use of the clan's advanced cloning techniques and use of cybernetic technology. Avatars can be created for different purposes as well, for example: fighting avatars are stronger and faster, dress avatars look and move the most human like, maintenance avatars (not to be confused with maintenance bots) are dextrous and have modifications which allow them to go into vacuum. Unfortunately, through circumstances that only she and Gerek know, most of her avatars were destroyed.

-Yeah.. just wait a sec ok? I'm just going to change.

After a cople of seconds Ryan returns to the group jumping on one leg trying to get the last foot in theto the pants

-Ok what is it you want to tell us mister... What is your name?