Scene: Downport 2-A, Bay 14 — Port-au-Prince Arcology
The Athelstone rests in Bay 14, her hull bearing the marks of countless jumps and atmospheric entries. The 200-ton Far Trader, a modified "Beowulf" class, showcases reinforced landing struts and additional sensor arrays—testaments to her storied past and recent upgrades. The ship's matte-gray exterior contrasts with the bustling, neon-lit environment of Downport 2-A, where the scent of ionized air mingles with the aroma of nearby food stalls.
Inside the Crew Common Room
The common room of the Athelstone is utilitarian in design, but undeniably lived-in — the kind of space where deals are made, arguments had, and midwatch coffee is sacred. It echoes the practical layout of a naval galley, reminiscent of the crew spaces aboard the legendary Beowulf: tight but efficient, with reinforced bulkheads, magnetized mugs, and ceiling rails betraying the ship’s zero-g compatibility.
A central table is bolted to the deck, surrounded by fixed seating, all scuffed with years of wear. Wall-mounted display panels flicker between ship diagnostics and star charts. Personal touches have crept in over time: a faded pin-up from a spacer calendar, a magnetic dart board (clearly abused by Bronz), and a Vargr paw-scratched plaque that reads, "If you can’t fly it, don’t touch it."
A compact galley unit hums softly in one corner, where Said Ma insists on actual brewed caf — no powdered substitute nonsense — and where the smell of ration-spiced stew occasionally fights with ozone and engine oil for dominance.
It’s not fancy. It’s not sleek. But like the rest of the Athelstone, it’s got soul — and it runs on the trust and friction of its crew.
Interview Panel:
LC Rains: Ship's Legal Counsel, Navigator and acting Quartermaster, impeccably dressed, exuding a mix of charm and authority. He is wearing glasses that are obviously too large for his face as if he is trying to appear knowledgeable or smart.
Bronz: Engineer, arms crossed, eyes sharp, occasionally jotting notes on a datapad.
Said Ma: Medic and Steward, offering a calm presence, with a slight smile and attentive gaze.
Tharrok: Vargr Pilot, leaning back, tail flicking occasionally, observing with keen interest.
Tamm: Crewmember, demeanor neutral, evaluating each applicant carefully.
OOC:
Any of the players can change the appearance of their character - and please do if I am not capturing the 'look' right
Applicants:
Rin Bauer – A seasoned spacer with a confident stride, eyes scanning the room with practiced ease.
Alice Petrov – Composed and analytical, hands clasped neatly, posture straight.
Leilani Nekaii – Radiating enthusiasm, eyes bright, occasionally glancing at the ship's interior with admiration.
"Lu-Yam" Yamamoto – Broker, presenting a portfolio on a sleek datapad, demeanor professional.
OOC:
The same for all of the new players, please change any description I have incorrectly written to what you want your character to look like
LC Rains leans forward, steepling his fingers.
"Welcome aboard the Athelstone. As you've likely gathered, we're a crew that values competence, adaptability, and a touch of flair. This isn't just a ship; it's a venture, a livelihood, and occasionally, a tight squeeze through less-than-legal airspace."
He gestures to the panel.
"My colleagues here represent the core of our operations. Bronz ensures we don't fall apart mid-jump. Said Ma keeps us patched up and well-fed. Tharrok gets us from point A to point B with minimal incidents, and Tamm... well, Tamm ensures we don't do anything too foolish."
LC's eyes scan the applicants.
"We're looking for individuals who can not only perform their duties but also mesh with our crew's dynamic. So, let's begin. Who wants to tell us about a time you had to make a split-second decision in the void."OOC:
Please feel to introduce your character and I hope this does not scare anyone away.