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Sharda approaches the Lounge's door e just behind a man.

Bart senses someone behind him as he reaches to open the door to the 
lounge. Looking over his shoulder he sees an attractive woman dressed in 
a serious business suit. It appears she is entering the lounge as well.

Down the street he spies the man that offered him this job approaching 
with a woman at his side.

Sharda has to pause as the man in front of her stops and looks down the 
street. Turning she sees the Captain and another person approaching. 
Looking the other direction, she sees a woman, hurrying up to the door.

OOC: Okay, the gang's all here! Go have your meeting. BTW, Greg, Lord 
Percy is checked in at The Arbellatra, well known as the only 5 star 
hotel in the Glisten system.

Eris
Akus Moby

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> Sharda approaches the Lounge's door e just behind a man.
> 
> Bart senses someone behind him as he reaches to open the door to 
> the 
> lounge. Looking over his shoulder he sees an attractive woman 
> dressed in 
> a serious business suit. It appears she is entering the lounge as 
> well.
> Down the street he spies the man that offered him this job 
> approaching with a woman at his side.
> 
> Sharda has to pause as the man in front of her stops and looks 
> down the 
> street. Turning she sees the Captain and another person 
> approaching. 
> Looking the other direction, she sees a woman, hurrying up to the 
> door.

The woman walking with the Captain is about a 160 cm, beneath a her jacket perhaps a slender 50 kg or slighlty more; her hair is light brown with golden blonde highlights and she appears to be perhaps half the Captain's age; she is focused on a small PDA and talking quietly to him-when she looks up from this--the Captain has actually guided her every so often, one hand on her elbow as though she is highly distracted--she apparently makes comment about the bar and smiles up at him-the slight crinkles about the eyes betrays her-she is older than she appears.

"Sasha," Paris commented, "Looks like we're here--we've six crew cabins...how many did you hire, and why do I suspect you're going to bring up the subject of doubling-up?" She sighed. "And why do I suspect that you're going to suggest I double up in your cabin?" 

> OOC: Okay, the gang's all here! Go have your meeting. BTW, Greg, 
> Lord 
> Percy is checked in at The Arbellatra, well known as the only 5 
> star hotel in the Glisten system.

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> > Sharda approaches the Lounge's door e just behind a man.
> >
> > Bart senses someone behind him as he reaches to open the door to the
> > lounge. Looking over his shoulder he sees an attractive woman dressed in
> > a serious business suit. It appears she is entering the lounge as well.
> > Down the street he spies the man that offered him this job
> > approaching with a woman at his side.
> >
> > Sharda has to pause as the man in front of her stops and looks down the
> > street. Turning she sees the Captain and another person approaching.
> > Looking the other direction, she sees a woman, hurrying up to the
> > door.

Krikor is dressed much as he was when they had their brief, albeit detailed, 
video interview.  He looks young for his age with short, thick, dark hair, 
atop a clean shaven face.  In person, he appears to be a little under 6 feet 
in height.  He's trim, wearing tight, well-worn jeans with boots.  He has an 
open vest on, perhaps covering a shoulder holster, but with a few bulges in 
its pockets.  A ball cap is pushed back on his head.  He doesn't *look* like 
a captain.  Maybe that was why he hired her as supercargo.

>The woman walking with the Captain is about a 160 cm, beneath a her jacket 
>perhaps a slender 50 kg or slighlty more; her hair is light brown with 
>golden blonde highlights and she appears to be perhaps half the Captain's 
>age; she is focused on a small PDA and talking quietly to him-when she 
>looks up from this--the Captain has actually guided her every so often, one 
>hand on her elbow as though she is highly distracted--she apparently makes 
>comment about the bar and smiles up at him-the slight crinkles about the 
>eyes betrays her-she is older than she appears.
>
>"Sasha," Paris commented, "Looks like we're here--we've six crew 
>cabins...how many did you hire, and why do I suspect you're going to bring 
>up the subject of doubling-up?"

"Seven, Paris."

>She sighed. "And why do I suspect that you're going to suggest I double up 
>in your cabin?"

He chuckled, "What and ruin a good thing?  Look," he says, indicating with a 
nod of his head, "there are a couple of them now.  Looks like we'll be on 
time after all.  Wouldn't want them waiting forever.  Or eating before I get 
there!"  He pauses again.  "Yes, maybe someone will have to double up, or 
maybe we just let someone live up with our passengers.  Not you, of course, 
cause you need to be able to get away from them for a while...  We'll see, 
okay?"

Krikor

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>  Krikor is dressed much as he was when they had their brief, albeit 
> detailed, 
>  video interview.  He looks young for his age with short, thick, dark 
> hair, 
>  atop a clean shaven face.  In person, he appears to be a little under 
> 6 feet 
>  in height.  He's trim, wearing tight, well-worn jeans with boots.  He 
> has an 
>  open vest on, perhaps covering a shoulder holster, but with a few 
> bulges in 
>  its pockets.  A ball cap is pushed back on his head.  He doesn't 
> *look* like 
>  a captain.  Maybe that was why he hired her as supercargo.
>  
>  >The woman walking with the Captain is about a 160 cm, beneath a her 
> jacket 
>  >perhaps a slender 50 kg or slighlty more; her hair is light brown 
> with 
>  >golden blonde highlights and she appears to be perhaps half the 
> Captain's 
>  >age; she is focused on a small PDA and talking quietly to him-when 
> she 
>  >looks up from this--the Captain has actually guided her every so 
> often, one 
>  >hand on her elbow as though she is highly distracted--she apparently 
> makes 
>  >comment about the bar and smiles up at him-the slight crinkles about 
> the 
>  >eyes betrays her-she is older than she appears.
>  >
>  >"Sasha," Paris commented, "Looks like we're here--we've six crew 
>  >cabins...how many did you hire, and why do I suspect you're going to 
> bring 
>  >up the subject of doubling-up?"
>  
>  "Seven, Paris."
>  
>  >She sighed. "And why do I suspect that you're going to suggest I 
>  >double up in your cabin?"
>  
>  He chuckled, "What and ruin a good thing?  Look," he says, indicating 
> with a 
>  nod of his head, "there are a couple of them now.  Looks like we'll 
> be on 
>  time after all.  Wouldn't want them waiting forever.  Or eating 
> before I get 
>  there!"  He pauses again.  "Yes, maybe someone will have to double 
> up, or 
>  maybe we just let someone live up with our passengers.  Not you, of 
> course, 
>  cause you need to be able to get away from them for a while...  We'll 
> see, okay?"

Paris laughed, her voice a controlled tinkle of humor. "I've heard that before--the time you invited me on that four-day cruise and somehow forgot you'd gotten a single cabin for the two of us!"  She smiled at him. "I'm sure it wasn't intentional this time-I know you do your best--and I'll share a cabin where I can--I'll probably end up sleeping in the galley, catering to your Mr H&M."

She gave a little gesture to him as she opened the door to the bar. "After you, my dear Captain."

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On 1/29/07, Eris Reddoch  wrote:
> Bart senses someone behind him as he reaches to open the door to the
> lounge. Looking over his shoulder he sees an attractive woman dressed in
> a serious business suit. It appears she is entering the lounge as well.

Sharda gives the man a polite little nod of acknowledgement when he
turns to look at her and politely waits to walk into the lounge behind
him.

-- 
Bob K.

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On Monday 29 January 2007 16:40, Bob Kondrk wrote:
> On 1/29/07, Eris Reddoch  wrote:
> > Bart senses someone behind him as he reaches to open the door to the
> > lounge. Looking over his shoulder he sees an attractive woman dressed in
> > a serious business suit. It appears she is entering the lounge as well.
>
> Sharda gives the man a polite little nod of acknowledgement when he
> turns to look at her and politely waits to walk into the lounge behind
> him.

The round man opens the door for the lady. "Mam," he says, his surprised eyes 
scanning her from top to bottom before flicking off and roving the 
surroundings. 

Realizing his beer keg build and the bulky duffle on his back, have combined 
to form a barricade in the small alcove, his cheeks flame quickly. He 
unslings the duffle catching it neatly in one hand and backs closer to the 
wall. He billows boisterously "Where's a fu um," before clearing his throat 
and mumbling,  "um, fluffy, door man when you need one."


Earl

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On 1/29/07, Earl F Hampton III  wrote:
> The round man opens the door for the lady. "Mam," he says, his surprised eyes
> scanning her from top to bottom before flicking off and roving the
> surroundings.

The woman who he sees his tall and graceful, with a pleasingly shapely
build that the very conservative cut of her gray Vilani-style business
suit fails to fully conceal.  Her poker-straight, jet-black hair
reached all the way down to the small of her back and was tamed by a
matched pair of brushed steel ponytail holders.  She gives him a warm
smile as she tries to pass.  "Thank you sir," she says in a pleasant
and rather melodious alto voice.

> Realizing his beer keg build and the bulky duffle on his back, have combined
> to form a barricade in the small alcove, his cheeks flame quickly.

The Vilani woman grins again, finding his blush to actually be rather
charming.  "Um, excuse me, please..."

> He
> unslings the duffle catching it neatly in one hand and backs closer to the
> wall. He billows boisterously "Where's a fu um," before clearing his throat
> and mumbling,  "um, fluffy, door man when you need one."

The corners of Sharda's lips curl upward a bit as she successfuly
stifles a chuckle.  "I don't know...", she said as she looked beyond
the front foyer and into the lounge itself, "...but surely there
*should* be one."

-- 
Bob K.

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On Monday 29 January 2007 19:01, Bob Kondrk wrote:
> On 1/29/07, Earl F Hampton III  wrote:
> > The round man opens the door for the lady. "Mam," he says, his surprised
> > eyes scanning her from top to bottom before flicking off and roving the
> > surroundings.
>
> The woman who he sees his tall and graceful, with a pleasingly shapely
> build that the very conservative cut of her gray Vilani-style business
> suit fails to fully conceal.  Her poker-straight, jet-black hair
> reached all the way down to the small of her back and was tamed by a
> matched pair of brushed steel ponytail holders.  She gives him a warm
> smile as she tries to pass.  "Thank you sir," she says in a pleasant
> and rather melodious alto voice.
>
> > Realizing his beer keg build and the bulky duffle on his back, have
> > combined to form a barricade in the small alcove, his cheeks flame
> > quickly.
>
> The Vilani woman grins again, finding his blush to actually be rather
> charming.  "Um, excuse me, please..."
>
> > He
> > unslings the duffle catching it neatly in one hand and backs closer to
> > the wall. He billows boisterously "Where's a fu um," before clearing his
> > throat and mumbling,  "um, fluffy, door man when you need one."
>
> The corners of Sharda's lips curl upward a bit as she successfuly
> stifles a chuckle.  "I don't know...", she said as she looked beyond
> the front foyer and into the lounge itself, "...but surely there
> *should* be one."

The keg's eyes briefly reacquire the woman,  "Bas, boy's probably on break," 
he finishes as his eyes return to bouncing between the running woman and the 
couple. 

Abruptly his attention flashes back to the woman, "You're who needs a body 
guard," he declares, promptly sticking out his beefy paw in 
introduction. "Captian Bartholomew Cuthbert, um former Captian Bartholomew 
Cuthbert, hel, um well Bart'll do," he sputters. "You're a lady?"  he 
finishes before glaring back down the walk at the couple approaching with a 
look that clearly contains many of the words he's attempted to keep out of 
his speech.

Earl 

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On 1/29/07, Earl F Hampton III  wrote:

> Abruptly his attention flashes back to the woman, "You're who needs a body
> guard," he declares, promptly sticking out his beefy paw in
> introduction. "Captian Bartholomew Cuthbert, um former Captian Bartholomew
> Cuthbert, hel, um well Bart'll do,"

She reaches out with one of her relatively small hands and gives him a
firm and friendly handshake.  "I'm Dame Sharda Gidikki and it's a
pleasure to meet you."  Then, she looks down at her fanny pack and her
pretty, blue-gray eyes turn rather sad for a moment.  "Unfortunately,
I am currently unable to afford your services..."

> he sputters. "You're a lady?"  he
> finishes.

Sharda just nods, not really wanting to elaborate on it.

-- 
Bob K.

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On Monday 29 January 2007 21:01, Bob Kondrk wrote:
> On 1/29/07, Earl F Hampton III  wrote:
> > Abruptly his attention flashes back to the woman, "You're who needs a
> > body guard," he declares, promptly sticking out his beefy paw in
> > introduction. "Captian Bartholomew Cuthbert, um former Captian
> > Bartholomew Cuthbert, hel, um well Bart'll do,"
>
> She reaches out with one of her relatively small hands and gives him a
> firm and friendly handshake.  "I'm Dame Sharda Gidikki and it's a
> pleasure to meet you."  Then, she looks down at her fanny pack and her
> pretty, blue-gray eyes turn rather sad for a moment.  "Unfortunately,
> I am currently unable to afford your services..."
>
> > he sputters. "You're a lady?"  he
> > finishes.
before glaring back down the walk at the couple approaching with a  
look that clearly contains many of the words he's attempted to keep out of 
his speech.
>
> Sharda just nods, not really wanting to elaborate on it.

Catching the slight movement out of the corner of his eye, his face grows 
perplexed for a second before his eyes light up, "You're a real lady!" 

Then as the 'unable to afford' sinks in, his mirth bounces off the 
walls . "That man owes you a tall one," he laughs thrusting his hand at the 
couple causing the duffle to swing helplessly from the strap still grasped 
tightly in his extended hand. 

With his other hand he starts to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye but 
regrasps the door before it slams in the lady's face. The tear forgotten, 
roles down his ruddy cheek before suspending itself from a jaw line that 
hasn't been shaved since early morning or perhaps the night before.

Earl

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On 1/29/07, Earl F Hampton III  wrote:
> Catching the slight movement out of the corner of his eye, his face grows
> perplexed for a second before his eyes light up, "You're a real lady!"

"Yes...I'm a Dame of the Order of Deneb...", Sharda replies
matter-of-factly, with only the tiniest trace of pride.

> Then as the 'unable to afford' sinks in, his mirth bounces off the
> walls . "That man owes you a tall one," he laughs thrusting his hand at the
> couple causing the duffle to swing helplessly from the strap still grasped
> tightly in his extended hand.

She looks a little puzzled for a moment until she grasps what the man
might be implying.  Then she smiles again.  "Ah.  Thank you, Mr.
Cuthbert!"

> With his other hand he starts to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye but
> regrasps the door before it slams in the lady's face. The tear forgotten,
> roles down his ruddy cheek before suspending itself from a jaw line that
> hasn't been shaved since early morning or perhaps the night before.

Sharda seems to be a bit surprised by his single tear, but clearly
decides not to mention it as she gracefully steps through the open
door.  The attractive trader then walked up to Sasha and gave both him
and his companion a polite smile and nod.  "Excuse me, sir...", she
asks with the easy confidence of someone who's obviously a "people
person", "...but are you Captain Chevzardnazheh?"

-- 
Bob K.

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>  > Catching the slight movement out of the corner of his eye, his face 
> grows
>  > perplexed for a second before his eyes light up, "You're a real lady!"
>  
>  "Yes...I'm a Dame of the Order of Deneb...", Sharda replies
>  matter-of-factly, with only the tiniest trace of pride.
>  
>  > Then as the 'unable to afford' sinks in, his mirth bounces off the
>  > walls . "That man owes you a tall one," he laughs thrusting his 
> hand at the
>  > couple causing the duffle to swing helplessly from the strap still 
> grasped
>  > tightly in his extended hand.
>  
>  She looks a little puzzled for a moment until she grasps what the man
>  might be implying.  Then she smiles again.  "Ah.  Thank you, Mr.
>  Cuthbert!"
>  
>  > With his other hand he starts to wipe a tear from the corner of his 
> eye but
>  > regrasps the door before it slams in the lady's face. The tear forgotten,
>  > roles down his ruddy cheek before suspending itself from a jaw line 
> that
>  > hasn't been shaved since early morning or perhaps the night before.
>  
>  Sharda seems to be a bit surprised by his single tear, but clearly
>  decides not to mention it as she gracefully steps through the open
>  door.  The attractive trader then walked up to Sasha and gave both him
>  and his companion a polite smile and nod.  "Excuse me, sir...", she
>  asks with the easy confidence of someone who's obviously a "people
>  person", "...but are you Captain Chevzardnazheh?"

The woman with the PDA standing next to the apparent Captain squelched a smile that appeared on her face as Sharda did a passable job on the last name, then took a half-step back and into that position normally assumed by an adjuctant or an aide-out of sight yet able to whisper into a superiors ear if needed...

Paris kept her mouth to herself--the woman hadn't mangled Sasha's name too badly, not for a first try, which meant that she'd apparently met him yesterday...

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> > Catching the slight movement out of the corner of his eye, his face
> > grows perplexed for a second before his eyes light up, "You're a real 
>lady!"
> >
> > "Yes...I'm a Dame of the Order of Deneb...", Sharda replies
> > matter-of-factly, with only the tiniest trace of pride.
> >
> > Then as the 'unable to afford' sinks in, his mirth bounces off the
> > walls . "That man owes you a tall one," he laughs thrusting his hand at
> > the couple causing the duffle to swing helplessly from the strap still
> > grasped tightly in his extended hand.
> >
> > She looks a little puzzled for a moment until she grasps what the man
> > might be implying.  Then she smiles again.  "Ah.  Thank you, Mr.
> > Cuthbert!"
> >
> > With his other hand he starts to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye 
>but
> > regrasps the door before it slams in the lady's face. The tear 
>forgotten,
> > roles down his ruddy cheek before suspending itself from a jaw line
> > that hasn't been shaved since early morning or perhaps the night before.
> >
> > Sharda seems to be a bit surprised by his single tear, but clearly
> > decides not to mention it as she gracefully steps through the open
> > door.  The attractive trader then walked up to Sasha and gave both him
> > and his companion a polite smile and nod.  "Excuse me, sir...", she
> > asks with the easy confidence of someone who's obviously a "people
> > person", "...but are you Captain Chevzardnazheh?"
>
>The woman with the PDA standing next to the apparent Captain squelched a 
>smile that appeared on her face as Sharda did a passable job on the last 
>name, then took a half-step back and into that position normally assumed by 
>an adjuctant or an aide-out of sight yet able to whisper into a superiors 
>ear if needed...
>
>Paris kept her mouth to herself--the woman hadn't mangled Sasha's name too 
>badly, not for a first try, which meant that she'd apparently met him 
>yesterday...

"Dame Gidikki!" he says with a nod, and holding out his hand to greet her, 
comfortable with her, though officially meeting in person for the first 
time.  "Video does not do you justice!  Yes, Sasha Ctvrtznadzeh," he says, 
putting the correct planetary roll to it.  "And I see you've met Captain 
Cuthbert.  Good to see you again, Bartholomew.  Let me introduce Persephone 
Sobotkas," he says indicating the woman with him with a smile, "though 
usually she prefers Paris.  Dame Sharda Gidikki and Captain Bartholomew 
Cuthbert.  And Desdaemona, if I'm not mistaken.  Forgive me," he says 
turning to the redhead hurrying up, "I, for the life of me, cannot remember 
your surname, Desdaemona!"

He introduces the others all round again, then says, "Shall we?" indicating 
the direction to head back to the table.

Sasha

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On 1/30/07, Greg S  wrote:
> "Dame Gidikki!" he says with a nod, and holding out his hand to greet her,
> comfortable with her, though officially meeting in person for the first
> time.  "Video does not do you justice!  Yes, Sasha Ctvrtznadzeh," he says,
> putting the correct planetary roll to it.

The dame smiles and gives him a very courtly bow of the head.  "You
are too kind, sir..."

>  "And I see you've met Captain
> Cuthbert.  Good to see you again, Bartholomew.  Let me introduce Persephone
> Sobotkas," he says indicating the woman with him with a smile, "though
> usually she prefers Paris.

Sharda offers her hand for her to shake, with a friendly smile.  "It's
a pleasure to meet you, Paris."

> Dame Sharda Gidikki and Captain Bartholomew
> Cuthbert.  And Desdaemona, if I'm not mistaken.  Forgive me," he says
> turning to the redhead hurrying up, "I, for the life of me, cannot remember
> your surname, Desdaemona!"

"Hello Desdaemona...", the trader says as she reaches her hand out to
her, still smiling.

> He introduces the others all round again, then says, "Shall we?" indicating
> the direction to head back to the table.

"Indeed," The Vilani woman says with a nod.

-- 
Bob K.

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>  > "Dame Gidikki!" he says with a nod, and holding out his hand to 
> greet her,
>  > comfortable with her, though officially meeting in person for the first
>  > time.  "Video does not do you justice!  Yes, Sasha Ctvrtznadzeh," 
> he says,
>  > putting the correct planetary roll to it.
>  
>  The dame smiles and gives him a very courtly bow of the head.  "You
>  are too kind, sir..."
>  
>  >  "And I see you've met Captain
>  > Cuthbert.  Good to see you again, Bartholomew.  Let me introduce Persephone
>  > Sobotkas," he says indicating the woman with him with a smile, "though
>  > usually she prefers Paris.
>  
>  Sharda offers her hand for her to shake, with a friendly smile.  "It's
>  a pleasure to meet you, Paris."

Paris returned the handshake-it was a neutral gesture; the nod she gave was more friendly--Sharda would have received those before--this was a trained Steward's handshake and wordless greeting-friendly and neutral simultaneously.

>  > Dame Sharda Gidikki and Captain Bartholomew
>  > Cuthbert.  And Desdaemona, if I'm not mistaken.  Forgive me," he says
>  > turning to the redhead hurrying up, "I, for the life of me, cannot 
> remember
>  > your surname, Desdaemona!"
>  
>  "Hello Desdaemona...", the trader says as she reaches her hand out to
>  her, still smiling.
>  
>  > He introduces the others all round again, then says, "Shall we?" indicating
>  > the direction to head back to the table.
>  
>  "Indeed," The Vilani woman says with a nod.

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----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Bob Kondrk" 

>> Dame Sharda Gidikki and Captain Bartholomew
>> Cuthbert.  And Desdaemona, if I'm not mistaken.  Forgive me," he says
>> turning to the redhead hurrying up, "I, for the life of me, cannot 
>> remember
>> your surname, Desdaemona!"
>
> "Hello Desdaemona...", the trader says as she reaches her hand out to
> her, still smiling.

Desdaemona takes her hand and gives it a solid squeeze, she looks Dame
Sharda in the eyes, there's a trace of thoughtfulness flickering somewhere
in the depths of the grey eyes.  "Gidikki, I know name from somewhere."

She pushes her hair back and purses her lips, "I remember later maybe."

Des 

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On 1/30/07, adunaphell@shaw.ca  wrote:
> > "Hello Desdaemona...", the trader says as she reaches her hand out to
> > her, still smiling.
>
> Desdaemona takes her hand and gives it a solid squeeze, she looks Dame
> Sharda in the eyes, there's a trace of thoughtfulness flickering somewhere
> in the depths of the grey eyes.  "Gidikki, I know name from somewhere."

Sharda gives Desdaemona an equally pensive look, obviously searching
her mind for any prior memory of her.  "Have you ever worked for
Tukera?  Or perhaps you know of my father, the Marquis of Peridot?"
Her tone of voice is genuinely friendly as opposed to prideful or
"posh".

> She pushes her hair back and purses her lips, "I remember later maybe."

She nods and gives her another little grin.

-- 
Bob K.

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On Wednesday 31 January 2007 13:20, Bob Kondrk wrote:
> On 1/30/07, adunaphell@shaw.ca  wrote:
> > > "Hello Desdaemona...", the trader says as she reaches her hand out to
> > > her, still smiling.
> >
> > Desdaemona takes her hand and gives it a solid squeeze, she looks Dame
> > Sharda in the eyes, there's a trace of thoughtfulness flickering
> > somewhere in the depths of the grey eyes.  "Gidikki, I know name from
> > somewhere."
>
> Sharda gives Desdaemona an equally pensive look, obviously searching
> her mind for any prior memory of her.  "Have you ever worked for
> Tukera?  Or perhaps you know of my father, the Marquis of Peridot?"
> Her tone of voice is genuinely friendly as opposed to prideful or
> "posh".
>
> > She pushes her hair back and purses her lips, "I remember later maybe."
>
> She nods and gives her another little grin.

"Two Noble," Bart sighs under his breath. "You'd think I'd joined the flag 
ship," he mutters.

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----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Earl F Hampton III" 

>> > > "Hello Desdaemona...", the trader says as she reaches her hand out to
>> > > her, still smiling.
>> >
>> > Desdaemona takes her hand and gives it a solid squeeze, she looks Dame
>> > Sharda in the eyes, there's a trace of thoughtfulness flickering
>> > somewhere in the depths of the grey eyes.  "Gidikki, I know name from
>> > somewhere."
>>
>> Sharda gives Desdaemona an equally pensive look, obviously searching
>> her mind for any prior memory of her.  "Have you ever worked for
>> Tukera?  Or perhaps you know of my father, the Marquis of Peridot?"
>> Her tone of voice is genuinely friendly as opposed to prideful or
>> "posh".
>>
>> > She pushes her hair back and purses her lips, "I remember later maybe."
>>
>> She nods and gives her another little grin.
>
> "Two Noble," Bart sighs under his breath. "You'd think I'd joined the flag
> ship," he mutters.

Desdaemona looks quizically at Bart, "Two Noble?  Where is other?"

Des 

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On Wednesday 31 January 2007 19:00, adunaphell@shaw.ca wrote:
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Earl F Hampton III" 
>
> >> > > "Hello Desdaemona...", the trader says as she reaches her hand out
> >> > > to her, still smiling.
> >> >
> >> > Desdaemona takes her hand and gives it a solid squeeze, she looks Dame
> >> > Sharda in the eyes, there's a trace of thoughtfulness flickering
> >> > somewhere in the depths of the grey eyes.  "Gidikki, I know name from
> >> > somewhere."
> >>
> >> Sharda gives Desdaemona an equally pensive look, obviously searching
> >> her mind for any prior memory of her.  "Have you ever worked for
> >> Tukera?  Or perhaps you know of my father, the Marquis of Peridot?"
> >> Her tone of voice is genuinely friendly as opposed to prideful or
> >> "posh".
> >>
> >> > She pushes her hair back and purses her lips, "I remember later
> >> > maybe."
> >>
> >> She nods and gives her another little grin.
> >
> > "Two Noble," Bart sighs under his breath. "You'd think I'd joined the
> > flag ship," he mutters.
>
> Desdaemona looks quizically at Bart, "Two Noble?  Where is other?"
>
Bart leans down to whisper in her ear, "I'm not sure yet. It's the one that 
we're supposed to make sure doesn't get killed." He vaugly wave his had in 
Sharda's direction, "She said it wasn't here. Least I ain't the only one that 
don't know," he winks.

Earl

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----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Earl F Hampton III" 

>> Desdaemona looks quizically at Bart, "Two Noble?  Where is other?"
>>
> Bart leans down to whisper in her ear, "I'm not sure yet. It's the one 
> that
> we're supposed to make sure doesn't get killed." He vaugly wave his had in
> Sharda's direction, "She said it wasn't here. Least I ain't the only one 
> that
> don't know," he winks.

"Is no money in dead Noble's,"  Desdaemona says seriously waving a finger,
"at very least can get some new pumbing and grav plates with live one."

Des 

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> >> And Desdaemona, if I'm not mistaken.  Forgive me," he says
> >> turning to the redhead hurrying up, "I, for the life of me, cannot
> >> remember your surname, Desdaemona!"
> >
> > "D'Vega," the red head says with a smirk and a Vilani accent tinted with
> > something else, "Don't ask because I don't know where it came from."
> >
> >> He introduces the others all round again, then says, "Shall we?"
> >> indicating the direction to head back to the table.
> >
> > Desdaemona nods and follows Sasha and the others to the table.
>
>Issac and Mirrin see the group approaching. The only one they recognize
>is the Captain, and only from one meeting.
>
>The group sees that the Captain is walking toward a large round table
>where two people (a man and a woman) are already sitting. There are six
>chairs at the table...

Sasha nods a greeting at the concierge, and points in the general direction 
of the table.  "My group," he says, walking that way.

He approaches and greets Merrin and Issac by name.  "I'm glad you both took 
the offer.  Should be a good trip, with plenty to keep us busy.  I see you 
got drinks."  He indicates the woman, "Everyone, please meet Merrin Falakir, 
a wizard with drives and engines.  And this is Dr. Issac Chowdhury, Ship's 
surgeon or medic."  He indicates Gidikki, "Dame Sharda Gidikki, who will be 
handling the trading merchant end of things, Paris Sobotkas, Steward or 
Purser, Desdaemona D'Vega, our second engineer and gunner, Captain 
Bartholomew Cuthbert, ship's security."  He indicates the chairs.  "You are 
the crew of the Akus Moby, and I am glad that you have chosen to join.  
Please, sit, we'll order dinner, and then talk more about the ship, the 
mission, and what we are doing.  Paris, don't stand back there, get a seat 
and get some food."

He seats any of the women that he is near, then takes a chair himself and 
signals for the waiter to come over and bring menus.  "Dinner's on me 
tonight."

sasha

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>  > >> He introduces the others all round again, then says, "Shall we?"
>  > >> indicating the direction to head back to the table.
>  > >
>  > > Desdaemona nods and follows Sasha and the others to the table.
>  >
>  >Issac and Mirrin see the group approaching. The only one they recognize
>  >is the Captain, and only from one meeting.
>  >
>  >The group sees that the Captain is walking toward a large round table
>  >where two people (a man and a woman) are already sitting. There are 
> six
>  >chairs at the table...
>  
>  Sasha nods a greeting at the concierge, and points in the general 
> direction of the table.  "My group," he says, walking that way.
>  
>  He approaches and greets Merrin and Issac by name.  "I'm glad you 
> both took 
>  the offer.  Should be a good trip, with plenty to keep us busy.  I 
> see you 
>  got drinks."  He indicates the woman, "Everyone, please meet Merrin 
> Falakir, 
>  a wizard with drives and engines.  And this is Dr. Issac Chowdhury, 
> Ship's surgeon or medic."

As Sasha moves forward, Paris maintains the one-step to the left, one step behind stance until he approaches the table, her mouth shut but the corners turned up in a light, amused smile.

>  He indicates Gidikki, "Dame Sharda Gidikki, who 
> will be 
>  handling the trading merchant end of things, Paris Sobotkas, Steward 
> or 
>  Purser, Desdaemona D'Vega, our second engineer and gunner, Captain 
>  Bartholomew Cuthbert, ship's security."  He indicates the chairs.  
> "You are 
>  the crew of the Akus Moby, and I am glad that you have chosen to 
> join.  
>  Please, sit, we'll order dinner, and then talk more about the ship, 
> the 
>  mission, and what we are doing.  Paris, don't stand back there, get a 
> seat and get some food."
>  
>  He seats any of the women that he is near, then takes a chair himself 
> and 
>  signals for the waiter to come over and bring menus.  "Dinner's on me 
>  tonight."

Paris finds herself her own chair and pulls it up to the table, again, immediately to his right-side, her PDA tucked into an inside pocket.

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On Wednesday 31 January 2007 14:10, Greg S wrote:
> > >> And Desdaemona, if I'm not mistaken.  Forgive me," he says
> > >> turning to the redhead hurrying up, "I, for the life of me, cannot
> > >> remember your surname, Desdaemona!"
> > >
> > > "D'Vega," the red head says with a smirk and a Vilani accent tinted
> > > with something else, "Don't ask because I don't know where it came
> > > from."
> > >
> > >> He introduces the others all round again, then says, "Shall we?"
> > >> indicating the direction to head back to the table.
> > >
> > > Desdaemona nods and follows Sasha and the others to the table.
> >
> >Issac and Mirrin see the group approaching. The only one they recognize
> >is the Captain, and only from one meeting.
> >
> >The group sees that the Captain is walking toward a large round table
> >where two people (a man and a woman) are already sitting. There are six
> >chairs at the table...
>
> Sasha nods a greeting at the concierge, and points in the general direction
> of the table.  "My group," he says, walking that way.
>
> He approaches and greets Merrin and Issac by name.  "I'm glad you both took
> the offer.  Should be a good trip, with plenty to keep us busy.  I see you
> got drinks."  He indicates the woman, "Everyone, please meet Merrin
> Falakir, a wizard with drives and engines.  And this is Dr. Issac
> Chowdhury, Ship's surgeon or medic."  He indicates Gidikki, "Dame Sharda
> Gidikki, who will be handling the trading merchant end of things, Paris
> Sobotkas, Steward or Purser, Desdaemona D'Vega, our second engineer and
> gunner, Captain Bartholomew Cuthbert, ship's security."  He indicates the
> chairs.  "You are the crew of the Akus Moby, and I am glad that you have
> chosen to join. Please, sit, we'll order dinner, and then talk more about
> the ship, the mission, and what we are doing.  Paris, don't stand back
> there, get a seat and get some food."
>
> He seats any of the women that he is near, then takes a chair himself and
> signals for the waiter to come over and bring menus.  "Dinner's on me
> tonight."


Finally seated Bartholomew raises the question that's been worrying at him 
since he met the fancy chick at the door, "So Sash, which one has to stay 
alive to get our bonus!"

Earl

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> > > >> And Desdaemona, if I'm not mistaken.  Forgive me," he says
> > > >> turning to the redhead hurrying up, "I, for the life of me, cannot
> > > >> remember your surname, Desdaemona!"
> > > >
> > > > "D'Vega," the red head says with a smirk and a Vilani accent tinted
> > > > with something else, "Don't ask because I don't know where it came
> > > > from."
> > > >
> > > >> He introduces the others all round again, then says, "Shall we?"
> > > >> indicating the direction to head back to the table.
> > > >
> > > > Desdaemona nods and follows Sasha and the others to the table.
> > >
> > >Issac and Mirrin see the group approaching. The only one they recognize
> > >is the Captain, and only from one meeting.
> > >
> > >The group sees that the Captain is walking toward a large round table
> > >where two people (a man and a woman) are already sitting. There are six
> > >chairs at the table...
> >
> > Sasha nods a greeting at the concierge, and points in the general 
>direction
> > of the table.  "My group," he says, walking that way.
> >
> > He approaches and greets Merrin and Issac by name.  "I'm glad you both 
>took
> > the offer.  Should be a good trip, with plenty to keep us busy.  I see 
>you
> > got drinks."  He indicates the woman, "Everyone, please meet Merrin
> > Falakir, a wizard with drives and engines.  And this is Dr. Issac
> > Chowdhury, Ship's surgeon or medic."  He indicates Gidikki, "Dame Sharda
> > Gidikki, who will be handling the trading merchant end of things, Paris
> > Sobotkas, Steward or Purser, Desdaemona D'Vega, our second engineer and
> > gunner, Captain Bartholomew Cuthbert, ship's security."  He indicates 
>the
> > chairs.  "You are the crew of the Akus Moby, and I am glad that you have
> > chosen to join. Please, sit, we'll order dinner, and then talk more 
>about
> > the ship, the mission, and what we are doing.  Paris, don't stand back
> > there, get a seat and get some food."
> >
> > He seats any of the women that he is near, then takes a chair himself 
>and
> > signals for the waiter to come over and bring menus.  "Dinner's on me
> > tonight."
>
>Finally seated Bartholomew raises the question that's been worrying at him
>since he met the fancy chick at the door, "So Sash, which one has to stay
>alive to get our bonus!"

"Ah, that would be Lord Percy, Bartholomew, the noble offspring of a ruling 
Noble family there.  Also the benefactors of the shipping line, if I 
understand the relationships correctly.  We get the ship and Lord Percy to 
Wonstar, in one piece, and receive an appropriate payoff bonus.  Wonstar is 
about 20 to 25 parsecs from here.  Besides that, we can use the ship to haul 
cargo while enroute, offsetting costs, and perhaps making a profit."

Sasha

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On 1/31/07, Greg S  wrote:
> "Ah, that would be Lord Percy, Bartholomew, the noble offspring of a ruling
> Noble family there.  Also the benefactors of the shipping line, if I
> understand the relationships correctly.  We get the ship and Lord Percy to
> Wonstar, in one piece, and receive an appropriate payoff bonus.  Wonstar is
> about 20 to 25 parsecs from here.  Besides that, we can use the ship to haul
> cargo while enroute, offsetting costs, and perhaps making a profit."

"What specific route will we be taking, if you don't mind my asking?",
the black-haired woman asks as she looks up from her menu.

-- 
Bob K.

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>On 1/31/07, Greg S  wrote:
> > "Ah, that would be Lord Percy, Bartholomew, the noble offspring of a 
>ruling
> > Noble family there.  Also the benefactors of the shipping line, if I
> > understand the relationships correctly.  We get the ship and Lord Percy 
>to
> > Wonstar, in one piece, and receive an appropriate payoff bonus.  Wonstar 
>is
> > about 20 to 25 parsecs from here.  Besides that, we can use the ship to 
>haul
> > cargo while enroute, offsetting costs, and perhaps making a profit."
>
>"What specific route will we be taking, if you don't mind my asking?",
>the black-haired woman asks as she looks up from her menu.

"I don't know yet the specific route.  That is one of the reasons that I 
need you, Dame Gidikki.  Your expertise in the realm of merchant shipping 
far out reaches mine," he says with a smile.  Broadening his conversation to 
the others at the table, he adds, "I think you will find that each of you is 
a specialist, and my duty is to put us together, using those strengths to 
make this a successful venture."

He orders steak, with all the fixin's.

"I've looked at the ship, and she seems spaceworthy, just coming out of the 
refitters.  After we're done here, we can all move to the ship, where I'll 
ask each of you to look through the checklists for your areas, and ensure 
that we can pass the inspections.  If there's anything that needs to be 
fixed, we need to do it before we accept it from the yard.  We'll be lifting 
in just a couple of days."

Sasha

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>  > > "Ah, that would be Lord Percy, Bartholomew, the noble offspring 
> of a 
>  >ruling
>  > > Noble family there.  Also the benefactors of the shipping line, 
> if I
>  > > understand the relationships correctly.  We get the ship and Lord 
> Percy 
>  >to
>  > > Wonstar, in one piece, and receive an appropriate payoff bonus.  
> Wonstar 
>  >is
>  > > about 20 to 25 parsecs from here.  Besides that, we can use the 
> ship to 
>  >haul
>  > > cargo while enroute, offsetting costs, and perhaps making a profit."
>  >
>  >"What specific route will we be taking, if you don't mind my asking?",
>  >the black-haired woman asks as she looks up from her menu.
>  
>  "I don't know yet the specific route.  That is one of the reasons 
> that I 
>  need you, Dame Gidikki.  Your expertise in the realm of merchant 
> shipping 
>  far out reaches mine," he says with a smile.  Broadening his 
> conversation to 
>  the others at the table, he adds, "I think you will find that each of 
> you is 
>  a specialist, and my duty is to put us together, using those 
> strengths to make this a successful venture."
>  
>  He orders steak, with all the fixin's.
>  
>  "I've looked at the ship, and she seems spaceworthy, just coming out 
> of the 
>  refitters.  After we're done here, we can all move to the ship, where 
> I'll 
>  ask each of you to look through the checklists for your areas, and 
> ensure 
>  that we can pass the inspections.  If there's anything that needs to 
> be 
>  fixed, we need to do it before we accept it from the yard.  We'll be 
> lifting in just a couple of days."

Paris ordered a light soup and pasta and a hot and strong tea to drink; she spoke for the first time. "We've done a short once-over-the Akus does not appear to be in too bad a shape--but I've already got nearly two pages of things I've noted over for the galley and living quarters, which brings us to another minor point."

The light-haired brunette gave a glance at the Captain that spoke volumes--whether for good or woe, it was impossible to say--but there was definitely the suggestion of having to have words. "We have six crew cabins and seven crew members--over the course of the next day or so, I would suggest that we determine which of us gets the privilege of doubling up, and with whom."  She smiled gently, as though it were not the end of the world.

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----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Bob Kondrk" 

>> "Ah, that would be Lord Percy, Bartholomew, the noble offspring of a 
>> ruling
>> Noble family there.  Also the benefactors of the shipping line, if I
>> understand the relationships correctly.  We get the ship and Lord Percy 
>> to
>> Wonstar, in one piece, and receive an appropriate payoff bonus.  Wonstar 
>> is
>> about 20 to 25 parsecs from here.  Besides that, we can use the ship to 
>> haul
>> cargo while enroute, offsetting costs, and perhaps making a profit."
>
> "What specific route will we be taking, if you don't mind my asking?",
> the black-haired woman asks as she looks up from her menu.

"Best not ask," Desdaemona says around a mouthful of bread, "loose lips and
something about ships..."  She shrugs, "Eh, something like that."

Desdaemona 

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>  >> "Ah, that would be Lord Percy, Bartholomew, the noble offspring of 
> a 
>  >> ruling
>  >> Noble family there.  Also the benefactors of the shipping line, if 
> I
>  >> understand the relationships correctly.  We get the ship and Lord 
> Percy to
>  >> Wonstar, in one piece, and receive an appropriate payoff bonus.  
> Wonstar is
>  >> about 20 to 25 parsecs from here.  Besides that, we can use the 
> ship to haul
>  >> cargo while enroute, offsetting costs, and perhaps making a profit."
>  >
>  > "What specific route will we be taking, if you don't mind my asking?",
>  > the black-haired woman asks as she looks up from her menu.
>  
>  "Best not ask," Desdaemona says around a mouthful of bread, "loose 
> lips and
>  something about ships..."  She shrugs, "Eh, something like that."

Paris watched Desdaemona eat...

OOG: Does it look as though Des hasn't eaten in a while?

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----- Original Message ----- 
From: 

>>  "Best not ask," Desdaemona says around a mouthful of bread, "loose
>> lips and something about ships..."  She shrugs, "Eh, something like 
>> that."
>
> Paris watched Desdaemona eat...
>
> OOG: Does it look as though Des hasn't eaten in a while?

OOG - She does have a hearty appetite and she is fairly skinny.

Des 

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On 1/31/07, Greg S  wrote:
> "I don't know yet the specific route.  That is one of the reasons that I
> need you, Dame Gidikki.  Your expertise in the realm of merchant shipping
> far out reaches mine," he says with a smile.  Broadening his conversation to
> the others at the table, he adds, "I think you will find that each of you is
> a specialist, and my duty is to put us together, using those strengths to
> make this a successful venture."

Dame Gidikki returns the smile with one of her own and says to the
group, "I will endeavor to make our journey as profitable as possible,
everyone."

> He orders steak, with all the fixin's.

Sharda orders a salad with strips of beef and chicken spiced "Vilani
style" with a cup of green tea.

> "I've looked at the ship, and she seems spaceworthy, just coming out of the
> refitters.  After we're done here, we can all move to the ship, where I'll
> ask each of you to look through the checklists for your areas, and ensure
> that we can pass the inspections.  If there's anything that needs to be
> fixed, we need to do it before we accept it from the yard.  We'll be lifting
> in just a couple of days."

The trader nodded.  "I could inspect the comm system, if you like..."

-- 
Bob K.

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>  Dame Gidikki returns the smile with one of her own and says to the
>  group, "I will endeavor to make our journey as profitable as possible,
>  everyone."
>  
>  > He orders steak, with all the fixin's.
>  
>  Sharda orders a salad with strips of beef and chicken spiced "Vilani
>  style" with a cup of green tea.
>  
>  > "I've looked at the ship, and she seems spaceworthy, just coming 
> out of the
>  > refitters.  After we're done here, we can all move to the ship, 
> where I'll
>  > ask each of you to look through the checklists for your areas, and 
> ensure
>  > that we can pass the inspections.  If there's anything that needs 
> to be
>  > fixed, we need to do it before we accept it from the yard.  We'll 
> be lifting
>  > in just a couple of days."
>  
>  The trader nodded.  "I could inspect the comm system, if you like..."

Paris made some annotations on her PDA, her salad to one side and apparently forgotten. "that would be nice, thank you," she replied.

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> > Dame Gidikki returns the smile with one of her own and says to the
> > group, "I will endeavor to make our journey as profitable as possible,
> > everyone."
> >
> > He orders steak, with all the fixin's.
> >
> > Sharda orders a salad with strips of beef and chicken spiced "Vilani
> > style" with a cup of green tea.
> >
> > "I've looked at the ship, and she seems spaceworthy, just coming out of 
>the
> > refitters.  After we're done here, we can all move to the ship, where 
>I'll
> > ask each of you to look through the checklists for your areas, and 
>ensure
> > that we can pass the inspections.  If there's anything that needs to be
> > fixed, we need to do it before we accept it from the yard.  We'll be 
>lifting
> > in just a couple of days."
> >
> >  The trader nodded.  "I could inspect the comm system, if you like..."
>
>Paris made some annotations on her PDA, her salad to one side and 
>apparently forgotten. "that would be nice, thank you," she replied.

"Indeed," Krikor says.  As the evening progresses, they will get into more 
details, obviously.  Eventually Krikor passes on this kind of information...

"I also would like you to scope the data on the systems from here to 
Wonstar, Sharda, and figure the most profitable routes and probable cargos 
we could haul.  I want to go with a full ship to the extent possible.  I 
also want you to be scouting out and planning on speculative cargos that we 
can purchase.  I plan on shipping them at the going rates to show profit for 
the ship, but be the actual owners of the consignments as well so we can 
sell them for personal profit.  I plan on paying the signing bonuses out of 
the speculative profits.  Once you have the initial few systems, see where 
you can support the checks that are left, say, look into the ship's 
weaponry, the astrogation systems, other areas you have expertise."

"Merrin, I'd like you to focus on the Engines and Drives.  Desdaemona will 
assist you on that.  Let me know when you've finished so you can look at 
other areas too."

"Issac, you have the sickbay, lowberths and life-support systems."

"Paris, you have the passenger and crew quarters, the email systems, and the 
weaponry.  I'll be assisting in that as well.  Oh, and support Issac on 
life-support systems."

"Bart, check out the security systems, sensors, armory and weaponry.  Also, 
you're qualified in ground vehicles, right?  You've got the ATV then."

"I'll be taking the controls and avionics systems.  I'll run computer 
checks, but if someone is better qualified in that arena beyond the 
self-diagnostics, I'd like to know, just so they can verify.

Am I forgetting anyone or any thing?  Any questions for me?  We'll be 
lifting in two days.  I'd like to bring Lord Percy aboard tomorrow evening, 
if he wants to, or just before lift.  I haven't really spoken with him much. 
  We can see what passengers we can take, though we may not want a full 
complement on the first run to ensure we have the bugs worked out.  Let me 
know if you find anything.  If you can't find me, let Paris know and she'll 
keep me posted.  If you want to bunk on the ship tonight, you are welcome.  
Paris, work out the room assignments, and if anyone wants to bunk 
together...  Well, Paris, you've got that one."  He grins.

"No rush to be done here..."

Krikor

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> "Merrin, I'd like you to focus on the Engines and Drives.  Desdaemona will
> assist you on that.  Let me know when you've finished so you can look at
> other areas too."

"Yes, Captain." Merinn says with a nod. She makes some notes in her PDA and
tucks it away again.

JR