Ch-ch-changes

So I think I might finally start posting OOC as well as IC and start tagging my posts properly. 

Previously I think it was partially laziness, and partially lack of opinion that had me avoiding Out-of-character posts. Now I finally find myself running a corporation again, I feel like I (might) at least have something to say.

AI seems to be shaping up better than I expected, although trying to get people together to do stuff feels a little like herding cats at times.

Anyways, that's all I'm going to say for the second. Lil' worried I might let slip about some of my corporate plans™

Signing On

The docking clamps held the Cyclone-Class Battlecruiser in place, as maintenance teams moved to and from the rigging platforms like swarming ants...

"Next"

Kitty nearly jumped out of her seat. She tore her gaze away from the window, hastily brushed herself off, and headed into the office. The room was plain, unadorned, yet dominated by the same window looking out into AI's private hangers that Kitty had glued herself to in the waiting room earlier.

As Kitty approached the desk. A tired-looking Sebiestor woman sat behind it, she smiled briefly, and gestured for Kitty to take a seat.

"Ms Stalls wasn't it?"

"Yes Ma'am"

The Sebiestor glanced at her datapad.

"And you were applying for an engineering position on-board the Corelatis Amurru, correct?"

Kitty gave a nod

"Any specific reason for picking out the Amurru over the other ships in dock at present?"

"It pays well, and I've done a lot of theory work around ships like the Cyclone. Know all the stuff behind working shield arrays and- yeah, well I figured It seemed the most relevant to me" She swallowed nervously.

"I see- Well, I've reviewed your application, but there's a few things I'd like to clarify before we hire you. First off, you said you moved to the Amod SoE Station from Allilere when you were about 19, Where exactly in Alillere were you?"

Kitty could hear two men talking through the door at the back of the office. She couldn't make out words, but one of the voices seemed oddly familiar.

"Ms Stalls?"

"Oh- the Aliastra Depot. I've been in space all my life. Never really had the chance to go planetside"

"Right, and why exactly did you move to Amod?"

"Lack of employment"

"Alright, and would be your first time on-board a combat vessel, correct?"

"Yes, it is. Is there any specific training I have to go through?"

"A fair amount, but most of that will be covered whilst the ship is still in dock." The Sebiestor paused for a second, entering something into her datapad. "Alright, I think that was all we needed to cover. Report to Dock D4 with any personal effects you want to bring aboard. You'll be assigned a cabin somewhere by the ship's Admin division. I've forwarded regulations on what you can take aboard to the neocom address you provided with your initial application.
Any questions?"

"No Ma'am"

"Alright, I think we're done here. Dismissed"

Kitty pushed her chair back, stood up, and headed for the exit. Just as she was leaving, she heard a door opening behind her. She ignored it, and left the office, her heart pounding.

Unread

Sender: 9-GYL Intaki
Recipient: Milo Caman
Subject: Re: Offer
Message Sent: 28.04.112 14:32
Status: Unread

Dear Mr. Caman
I am writing to you from [OMITTED] in regards to a database entry you left with us some time ago whilst in at the Intaki Syndicate Bureau in 9GYL-O.
It seems that your idea has caught the attention of [OMITTED] and is now eligible for funding from us.
As we understand it, you recently terminated your employment with the Angel Cartel. We hope you'll consider getting back to us on this offer. It could do great things for Syndicate.

Regards

[OMITTED]

Cracks in the Glass

The feed starts up. Milo's empty desk is seen to a second, before the scene flicks across to what appears to be security footage of a nightclub. The quality is poor, but not so degraded as to miss a lone figure sitting hunched at the bar.

Over the course of an hour, the figure apparently orders a large quantity of spirits, taking the drinks as they come. Shot glasses sprout like mushrooms, before being cleared away by the woman at the bar.

After some time, the figure tries to stand up, collapsing to the ground in a heap with a glass in his hand. It falls, shattering on the tiles. The figure is hauled away by two burly security guards, and life at the nightclub resumes as normal.

The feed closes, flicking briefly back to Milo's empty apartment before going blank.

A New Start

The Camera drone boots up with a whirr, There's a clunk and the whirring stops. The screen slowly focuses on Milo, sitting at his workbench again. He looks exhausted, but he's smiling.

So yeah, it's been a while.

He stretches, and moves off screen. The sound of a liquid being poured is heard, and Milo reappears on-screen with a steaming mug of coffee.

I- I think after all I've been through up in Syndicate over the past few months, I'm going to make a new start, a new beginning.

He pauses to sip his coffee and continues

The techs out in 9-GYL were- just fantastic. I don't think my implants should ever trouble me again. There's so many interlocks and safety features now, It's probably possible to just yank them out without disabling them first. Not that I'm going to try that of course.
I kind of gained a new perspective out there as well, y'know? How lucky we are. I mean- I thought that low security stations were a bit run-down, but some of the places out in Syndicate-

He gives a shudder, closing his eyes for a moment.

Anyway, New Start. I've been spending way too much time on-station of late, and I need to get out on patrol again. I should be back on my feet technically and work-wise in a few days, ANN is running smoothly on it's own for now.

He grins

Camera off. I have work to do!

Overflow

Thud

The Ishkur tears through space, bleeding fuel, drones slide back into its bay as the ship aligns for warp-

Thud

Milo working on a tabletop, he carefully pulls apart a small metal object, bringing one part up into the light with a pair of forceps-

Thud

The cloaked silhouette of an Arazu slides through space, light diffusing around it’s curved hull. Camera drones swerve 180 degrees and zoom in on a Viator anchoring a Gallente-made control tower-

Thud

Market figures, hundreds of them, scrolling by at a rate too fast to pick out any individual items-

Thud

A Brutor woman, pushing Milo against a wall-

Thud

Milo, hunched over a console in an office, strange blueprints scatter the floor and desks-

Thud

A young man, proudly walking through a crowd with a group of others, the FNA insignia clear on his jacket-

Thud

Thud

Thud

The camera drone pans back, revealing Milo curled and shaking violently in a doorway across from the workbench-

Thud

Rush

Milo appears on screen. He looks pale, and has dark rings under his eyes. He is, however, smiling, and is putting together an implant on the workbench in front of him. He reaches out with one hand to configure the camera drone.

Busy and really rather profitable week really. I've spent most of my time pulling together various contracts, and a short amount of time ensuring further cooperation of future clients.
We're finally coming close to pulling together a proper contract system for ah- clients in Nadire. I've netted so many contracts in the past few days we're going to need it.

He pauses and squints at the implant on the worktop, before adjusting some internal wiring.

My little scheme for encouraging pilots into low security space is going well. The last roam netted a few decent kills before eventually going out in a ball of flame. Still regret I made the decision to stay. Still, we did far more damage than was inflicted upon us, and most importantly, everyone enjoyed it.

Milo stops again, this time setting some pins on the side of the implant. He checks his implant socket, tilts his head and slots the implant in, wincing slightly as he does so.

I might head down to the Skyhook for a celebratory drink or two tonight. Maybe someone will show up. I've reconfigured my implants to compensate for my lack of sleep lately, so I should be alright.

He leans over and turn the camera drone off.