WYRDYSM GAMES

Ben was stunned for a moment at the audacity of the old man's stunt. Pulling a grenade on your captain? But then it hit him: We aren't here to play. We all have our reasons. We all have our stories . . .

Casting a wary glance at the container Richard leaned agaisnt, he returned to his reading and feined disintrest. In reality, he was carefully observing everyone in the group, from his corner of the room where he could see everybody. He needed to know what these people were thinking if this mission was to go off well . . .

He flipped a page carefully as the new boy entered the room. About as old as I am. He wears glasses, so he must not see well . . . but he carries pilot gear in his bag. Interesting . . . Ben made a mental note that either this man was a very good pilot, or faking soemthing.

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Such Impatience... these young ones don't think out their moves well.
John considered simply leaving the nagging brats, but he decided against it. After all, they needed someone with his experience, otherwise they'd be doomed to failure, right? He couldn't let that sort of a thing remain on his conscience after...

"Sir, would you please answer my question?"
"Ah, sorry, was carried away."

(errr, ask away. Just ask a barrage of questions and I'll answer them in a barrage fashion.)

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tl;dr-ers will be shot on sight.
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"I have measured your 'fun', and science has quantitatively rated it a three." ~Lord Tim (Data Realms Fan Forums)

"Hmm, John Faraday..." Rain said, her dark blue eyes darting over the sheet.
"A little old to be flying bullet traps aren't you?"

Another newcomer...Looks like the gang's all here. Richard decided it was a good time for a little intel gathering. He pulled a cap out of his bag, leaned back like he's about to take a nap, and lowered it across his face.

The cap was one of the peaces of his equipment from the military. When activated it projected a image from several micro-cameras scattered all over it to the special part of lining. To Richard it was like watching a move in a cinema, to everyone else it looked like he was totally oblivius to anything going on. The zoom and IR display made it easier to study everyones equipment.

His new captain puzzled him quite a bit. How does one so young get a ship that big? There was something about her, but he couldn't tell what. Zooming in a bit he made a quick mental comment, "nice rack", and proceeded to study others.

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Ben might not have noticed that the cap on Richard was . . . unusual . . . if he hadn't been sitting parrallel to him. As it was, he was intrigued by the dim, funny colored lights dancing across the front of the man's ear. After a few moments of surruptitious observation of the room's light souces, he concluded that the multicolored glow on his right ear was coming from under his hat . . . through that space between the side of his head and the hat elastic. He wondered if anyone else could see them, but they might be at the wrong angle to notice . . .

Ben looked down with an annoyed note on his face at the empty glass in his hand. Carefully wiping away an expression of inspiration, he paused momentarily and procceeded to head over too the bar to order a small shot. Ben wasn't exactly a drinker, but he didn't mind alcohol when information gathering purposes demaded it. As the bartender handed him his shot, he turned and faced the group around Rain's table. In a highly informal manner, he went to his seat in a rathar roundabout, but not unnatural, manner and passed behind the cylinder propped up near the couch. A quick glane told him all he needed to know. There were little lights coming out of Richard's cap . . . like he was watching TV. Ben could not exactly see what Richard was watching, but he noticed the way the fuzzy colors got larger and smaller, and moved left and right . . . odd.

Ben took his seat again, finished his drink, and placed it on the table beside him. It was times like these he wished Sapphire was smart enough to learn Lingua Terra. But no, she wasn't that intelligent.

Ben would definitely be watching Richard over the course of their voyage.

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"Eh, I suppose, but I've never been one to stay still for too long."

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tl;dr-ers will be shot on sight.
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"I have measured your 'fun', and science has quantitatively rated it a three." ~Lord Tim (Data Realms Fan Forums)

"Your not going to die at the helm are you? I'd rather not go flying into a star. Just a personal thing you understand."

There's wasn't much intel to be gathered during the interview session, but all Richard wanted was an general assessment of the rest of the crew. After all, he needed to know who he can count on to know what he's doing once the s*** hits the fan, and who's gonna need protection most of all.

The older man looked experienced, like he's seen a lot of fights and death. His stance and weapon revealed he's not a fighter by profession tough, but probably can handle some lighter combat. The limp was probably the result of some combat.

Jonathan was applying for a marine job, so he knows his stuff. He mentioned serving in the military, Richard guessed the security forces. They weren't bad, but not the top of the military food chain. He'll have to talk to him later.

Then there was the girl applying for the medical officer position. Sheesh, how did she get a license that joung? Did she even have a license? He made a mental not not to get hurt... Her body language and demeanor showed insecurity..a very shy girl..doesn't look like she knows how to even hold a gun. When the shooting starts, he's going to have to watch out for her the most.

The boy with that small droid seemed almost lost..but very eager and full of energy. Confident too. Which can be a good thing or a bad thing - but in combat, generally a bad thing if you're not trained..and the boy didn't look like he was. Babysitting candidate no2..the girl had competition.

Then was there strange guy with the cat...hmm..where is he? Cycling trough the camms Richard aquired him. At the bar. Oh God, I hope he isn't a drinker. They are always trouble...erm..no, doesn't look that way, he's done drinking. Did he just look this way? He couldn't know about the cap...could he? There he goes again... How?... Must be a coincidence.

When the man turned around Richard shifted a bit, tucking the cap more tightly on his face. The interview will soon be over and what little useful information there was, he already gathered most of it. He too ka quick glance at the rest of the group and turned the cap off.

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