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Eddy Hawthorne
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23 years old

Pilot of The M.O.A.

OC RP Blog (I obvs don't own Firefly or we'd have a shit ton of seasons...)

"How… how’d you know I fly?" Was it that obvious? Was he still wearing his badge? He looked down at the thin t-shirt he wore, half expecting to see an obnoxiously large sign saying "pilot".

`”Because young lad, you are not being too short, but not too tall, and yet you have the scuffs on your shoulders, and your clothes are worn in places that say you are doing much of the moving while sitting,” he quickly circled the man “-as well, you are not fat, so the sitting is accompanied by labor… unless you are formally in wheel-chair, you are pilot,” he was a bit proud of his observations. But that was only because of his being mostly sober.

"-now, we do not do much of the paying, but is good steady work, you have place to sleep, we are sharing the food. We have second in command, and engine worker," he leaned forward now, nearly speaking in Eddy’s ear "-you are to be keeping hands off engine worker, and second in command, one because she is zisseh to me, and two because second in command will do the breaking of your fingers," he then moved back and spoke normally "-and I am to be needing your fingers for flying!"

Eddy was stunned into silence again. First, by his deductions - spot on, and second, because of the threat to his person.

"Uh," he muttered, "I don’t- I-I wouldn’t mess with anyone. You don’t have to worry about me there…" He wasn’t particularly smooth in that department anyway, he thought to himself. He cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter.

"So, looks like a Pelican class, yeah? Pretty sturdy by the looks of it."

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“What were you flying before this? Captain Pierce is occasionally a bit lax with specifics.”

Eddy picked up his bag and followed behind a step, observing the ship as they walked.

"I was on a cruise liner, the Lotus Blossom. Before that I drove a small freight ship between some small distance planets,” he paused a moment, “This was, uh, sort of a spur of the moment job change. I wasn’t a huge fan of the cruise liner. Not as glamorous add one might think.”

"The Lotus Blossom?" She glanced back at him. There was a name she recognized. "Makes the run between Ariel and the rest of the Core, right? I traveled on her once. Not worth the price of admission, mostly due to the clientele. Let me guess. The Captain dangled a life of freedom from dealing with the kind of rich, entitled prats who normally ship out on those sorts of cruise liners?"

Prats was one word to use. Assholes would be another, if you were inclined to more crude nomenclature. Both, however, were accurate. Even as a child growing up on Londinium, she had had no use for the sort of arrogant, useless idiots who typically frequented such establishments. They were little more than parasites, spending their family’s money on petty amusements and doing nothing to improve the Verse in any meaningful way except perhaps lining the pockets of the sharpsters who quite rightfully would swindle them of everything they owned given half the chance. 

Mostly she just had no use for useless people.

Eddy nodded, laughing at her description.

"Nail on the head. I was invisible to our patrons. Oh, and our pilot also liked to treat me like garbage. It was good experience for me in solo flying but… it was incredibly boring. Never got above cruising speeds."

He realized that this would be an incredibly different experience but he was looking forward to it.

"Were you on a different ship before this one?"

"I’ll try and remember that if I need ya for something, "he said, mouth half full of crisps. "So, did you have another mechanic job before this gig or…"he trailed off, realizing that she looked a bit young to have had a job like this before. Hell, she could be his age or older for all he knew. He looked young for his age, at least, and people consistently questioned his ability to pilot a ship. He usually answered with a sigh and silently wondered if all pilots started out this way.

"Not on a ship," she answered. "But I fixed things that needed fixin’ round the docks and such." Probably made it sound more reputable than it was, but Harper wasn’t exactly sure what to tell him. It didn’t seem the captain was spreading the less savory traits of her former work around, so why should she? Wasn’t this supposed to be a chance to start fresh? Besides, if she told the pilot she’d been a thief and a tinker, then Zhu Sha would likely find out as well, and that woman already didn’t seem to like her. 

Eddy nodded approvingly. “Freelance must be nice. I’ve been stuck with some pretty rotten jobs since finishing flight school. ‘Ya get taken advantage of when you’re a new face.”

He pondered a moment and waved his hand as if remembering. “Being cooped up in the ship for a long time can get to ya sometimes, too. You’ll get used to it eventually.”

OOC

Really sorry, you guys. Blah.

Working on replies now.

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thequicksilvertigress:

eddysoars:

thequicksilvertigress:

She briskly shook his offered hand, a slight smile curving her lips. “Excellent. I am Hui Zhu Sha, Captain Pierce’s second in command. Welcome to the Mind Over Antimatter.”

"Thank you." He lowered his bag to the floor and looked quickly around the space a moment. "Pelican class, huh? Not too quick to turn, if I remember correctly, but she should be much easier to maneuver than my last assignment. She was a big girl…" He chuckled to himself. The massive passenger ship was meant to move at a slower pace; more relaxing, he gathered.

"That’s right," she said with a nod. "Sadly, that’s the way of things. The bigger they are, the harder it is to maneuver. A Pelican is alright for its size, though."

She stepped back, gesturing for the young man to follow her as she started to make her way towards the crew berths. “What were you flying before this? Captain Pierce is occasionally a bit lax with specifics.”

Eddy picked up his bag and followed behind a step, observing the ship as they walked.

"I was on a cruise liner, the Lotus Blossom. Before that I drove a small freight ship between some small distance planets,” he paused a moment, “This was, uh, sort of a spur of the moment job change. I wasn’t a huge fan of the cruise liner. Not as glamorous add one might think.”

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kaywinnetleetam:

Mean Serenity

On Wednesdays, we wear brown.

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thequicksilvertigress:

eddysoars:

New Ship, New Digs

thequicksilvertigress:

As the second in command- and as far as she could tell, the only responsible member of the chain of command- Zhu Sha took it upon herself to inspect every inch of the ship at every major port of call. Someone had to, and half the time she was fairly certain she was the only one who grasped that.

She was making her rounds of the main hangar, checking to make sure that the equipment and supplies kept there were securely in place, when she heard the sound of shoes on metal and someone calling out. Her own boots rang firmly as she descended from one of the catwalks that ringed the hangar so she could inspect the newcomer.

Rim planet, she decided, listening to his accent. Likely somewhere on Beaumonde.

"Edward Hawthorne?" she asked as she approached the younger man, in the clear, crisp pronunciation of a native of Londinium. She had briefly considered adopting the cant and inflection of someone from further away from the Core when she’d first defected, but quickly realized just how foolish she would sound trying.

Eddy straightened up considerably as the stem looking woman came towards him. At first glance she reminded him of one of the many professors from fight school, serious and knowledgeable (and he hoped that maybe she had a fun loving side as well). He nodded and smilled warmly at her, sticking out his hand for a firm handshake, not necessarily something you’d expect from someone his age.

"Yes, ma’am, that’s me. Really ‘cited to be aboard."

Clean, well-spoken, polite, and apparently good-natured. These were all immediate points in his favor. And he could look her in the eye as he held his hand out. Already she was impressed, and willing to be a bit less stiff than usual as a result.

Not too less stiff. She had a reputation to maintain and a position in the hierarchy to establish. But enough to at least imply she might not bite his head off at the least little thing.

She briskly shook his offered hand, a slight smile curving her lips. “Excellent. I am Hui Zhu Sha, Captain Pierce’s second in command. Welcome to the Mind Over Antimatter.”

"Thank you." He lowered his bag to the floor and looked quickly around the space a moment. "Pelican class, huh? Not too quick to turn, if I remember correctly, but she should be much easier to maneuver than my last assignment. She was a big girl…" He chuckled to himself. The massive passenger ship was meant to move at a slower pace; more relaxing, he gathered.

theharperisgood:

eddysoars:

Mission: Snack

theharperisgood:

Food was never a priority when Harper was working. But eventually, one’s body made its needs known. She made her way to the kitchen to find a snack.

She froze at the stranger in the kitchen, just for a moment. Instinct said ‘stranger in a familiar place=run’, but she managed to snuff it just in the nick of time. Eugene and Zhu Sha wouldn’t just let anyone rummage around the ship, much less the kitchen. And didn’t someone stop by the engine room, saying something about a pilot?

She shook her head, and entered the room. “Who’re you?” she asked, hopping up on the counter.

Eddy looked to his side as a teenage girl popped up on to the counter next to him. He waved a hand and wiped his face.

“‘llo. Name’s Eddy. I’m the new pilot. I forgot your name but you must be the mechanic wiz chick Cap’n mentioned, yeah?”

The corner of her mouth quirked up. “Something like that. Fiona Harper.” She reached up into the cabinet for a snack. “Probably should’ve realized that you were the pilot—I think someone mentioned that we had one.” She shrugged, and hopped down to get something to drink. 

"I don’t always pay attention when people talk and I’m working. If I’m under the engine, it’s a safe bet I’m not really going to hear what you’re sayin’." 

"I’ll try and remember that if I need ya for something, "he said, mouth half full of crisps. "So, did you have another mechanic job before this gig or…"he trailed off, realizing that she looked a bit young to have had a job like this before. Hell, she could be his age or older for all he knew. He looked young for his age, at least, and people consistently questioned his ability to pilot a ship. He usually answered with a sigh and silently wondered if all pilots started out this way.