Ishmael
outlander wrote: ↑Thu Feb 01, 2018 3:17 pm
Look at the ship's status in the documents again.
That's no good, me hearties! At 'tis rate, we would go down so fast we won't even have time to say 'Arrr!'. We need to come together a crew, as mates, and do FSM's bidding. For difficulties are but tests; and truly says the gospel, if you throw a bunch of kiwis from a high enough cliff, the birds, seeing their fate rushing toward them at terminal velocity, will flap their 'useless' wings and fly to safety. And so shall we.
Finish the meal.
Stand up to get some attention.
Open the book of Revelations of St. Jason, and read out this part to cheer people up and rekindle the light of faith in them:
"There is no fate" He said unto me
"Only what you make of yourself. If you truly wish this, then embrace your Virtues. There is a spot here for you, all you have to do is take it."
And I awoke in my own rooms, untouched as before."
Close the book and look around.
"Like in the time of Crusades, we are fighting the Deceivers again. Like in the time of Crusades, we'll prevail, by the might of our weapons, the right of our beliefs, and by the light of His eternal love for His children."
Take a dramatic pause.
"I know what some of you think - that talking is not working, and you indeed are right, my mateys! But I've fought the Squids before, in the Outer Perseus Arm Hiltorei Rebellions. And by the grace of the FSM, I'll do it again! I'll fight for your souls till the light of Victory shines upon us. And so should all of you!"
Judge the result of my speech,
Take my leave,
Go find the hangar
Find the person in charge
AND present myself to him.
You look at the ship's status as you finish your meal. The whole list is filled with reds and yellows - critical warnings and alerts. At its state when it landed, it wasn't capable of spaceflight, even if it had a way to get off the ground. The Nemesis is in bad, bad shape.
With your ration bar consumed, you stand, open your Gospel to the book of the Revelations of St. Jason, and begin to read to the people around you. There aren't many - it's off hour - but of the few people there, they listen. Your booming voice echoes majestically in the room. "'"There is no fate," He said unto me, "Only what you make of yourself. If you truly wish this, then embrace your Virtues. There is a spot here for you, all you have to do is take it." And I awoke in my own rooms, untouched as before."'" You close the book. "Like in the time of Crusades, we are fighting the Deceivers again. Like in the time of the Crusades, we'll prevail, by the might of our weapons, the right of our beliefs, and the light of His eternal love for His children.
You pause dramatically.
"I know what some of you think - that talking is not working, and you indeed are right, my mateys! But I've fought the Squids before, in the Outer Perseus Arm Hiltorel Rebellions. And by the grace of the FSM, I'll do it again! I'll fight for your souls till the light of Victory shines upon us. And so should all of you!"
There's a brief clapping of a few people at the end of your mini-sermon, and people seem visibly cheered. Where the hell is the pastor that's supposed to be serving aboard this ship? This is supposed to be his job, and he clearly hasn't done it - multifaith or not. You bow slightly to the people nearby, excuse yourself with a brief wave, and head to the hangar.
~~~
"No, THAT end goes HERE, the OTHER end goes THERE! See these notches on the side? Those have to line up at
all times, even when they're in motion, or the whole thing will shake itself apart! You two over there - help these guys disassemble it and put it together
properly this time!"
Standing just inside the hangar, you see a woman standing atop a fairly large piece of equipment that certainly doesn't look like something that belongs in a hangar. In fact, the whole hangar is littered with pieces of machinery and hard-working engineers trying to fix all of it. You're not particularly well-versed in engineering and mechanical things, so you're not entirely sure you know what's going on. You cautiously approach the shouting woman, who has climbed up atop another piece of machinery and is congratulating them on a job well done - whatever that job was. ...And now she's shouting orders again. Perhaps she's not the best one to ask, you decide - but it's too late. Someone else has spotted you and is motioning in your direction - and, exasperated, she notices you standing there.
"Not another one," she groans, hopping off the machine. "Sorry, things are falling apart out here." She offers a hand for a handshake; you accept. She has a very firm, casual grip. "I'm Mara, Chief Mod Installation Officer. I handle installing equipment on CASKETs."
You bow slightly. "Call me Ishmael. And...?" you look questioningly toward the piece of equipment she was just clambering over.
She sighs and rolls her eyes"And yes, I
know these aren't CASKETs, but we're short-handed right now." She pauses, wiping her hands off on a dirty cloth - and you realize that your hands are fairly grimy now as well. "We're trying to get some engine parts repaired so we can actually get this hunk of scrap off the ground. We only have just over an hour at this point, so we're
really short on time. ...WHAT, ASSHOLE?" This last is not directed at you, but someone behind her - calling her Meredith, you notice. She shouts a few instructions at the man, who smirks and runs off to take care of it. Then, turning to you, she finishes, "Your CASKET's over there on the left wall. We're not quite done fixing it up yet. We only have parts for one or two more after this, and after that we'll have to melt down scrap to build them." She seems quite ready to get back to work, but you have the feeling you can ask another question or two without her getting mad at you - provided, perhaps, you don't call her "Meredith".