Remnants of the Earth

When August returned from break, the infirmary was absolutely empty.  No patients, but no Bobby either.  Which was an interesting circumstance, as he'd specifically stated that Bobby should stay at the front desk.

The first few times this happened, he'd found himself rather annoyed.  Now, weeks later and having gone through this exact scenario almost daily, he was simply curious as to what shiny object or stray thought had gotten Bobby wandering off again.

He used his cell and dialed the infirmary.  They only had the desk phone, and yet somehow Bobby always picked up.  August had never asked how he managed that or where he went.  It would ruin the beautiful, stupid mystery of it all.

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Name:
Grey

Gender:
Male

Species:
Mostly human

Age:
24

Height
5'8

Home:
Edanith

Occupation:
Mage


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Appearance:
A life of manual labor has given him a hardy fitness, and he's naturally lean in physique.  His hair is steel gray, his eyes light and colorless, and his complexion pale and slightly iridescent.

Personality:
Mocking and flippant.  Likes to bait people.  Projects insouciance with an easy smile and jokes but this all masks a bitter distrust of everyone he meets.  Quick to assume the worst of people and equally quick to make them think he's on their side.

History:
Grey was born deep in the frontier, under another name that he has no recollection of.  He was known to be a child of magic early on.  When he was five, outlaws took him from his mother and killer her.  Using technology half stolen and half rigged, the band hooked him up to their mordecai and added him to their small collection of mages.  They called him Grey on account of his hair.  He spent eighteen hard years with them until the law caught up with the group and Grey was taken into the fold of proper Edanith society.

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Nathan
9:41 pm

Hey dude, whatcha doin?

"Help me find him, Papillion."

Nathan stood on his toes to try and look over the heads of the people milling around in front of the bar.  He'd specifically chosen a place he didn't usually frequent, and for good reason.  They may have pissed off a fleet's worth of pirates during their last one, and so there may me unpleasant individuals out for Nathan's blood.  That was the nature of a ship like Diva.  She could get in, get the job done, and get out again, all right under the nose of a pirate vessel, and the crews of those vessels didn't take kindly to that kind of flaunting.

That was the whole reason they were here, to beef up Diva's security.  This guy, Bel, did just the kind of work Nathan needed, so he asked around about him then made contact.  They were supposed to meet here, and hopefully work out a deal for employment.  He knew what the guy looked like, just had to find him in the crowded bar.

GREGORY CHASTAIN; Pilot Royal

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Name:
Gregory Chastain

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Age:
59

Height
6'4"

Home:
Haviah, Aedolis

Occupation:
Pilot Royal


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Appearance:
An imposing figure even at 59, Gregory is in better shape than many younger Pilots.  Powerfully built and standing well above six feet tall, he commands an intimidating physical presence.  His once dark sandy hair is greying and he has a long and awesome grey beard.

Personality:
Gruff and to the point.  He wastes no time with pleasantries or idle talk, except when he's after something, and even then he's not very good at subtlety or tact.  His answer to problems is to barrel right on through them.

History:
Was Director of Candidate Affairs before Roman.  Is seeking retirement, which isn't quite working out for him.

Abilities:
More on this later!

Likes:
Coconut, military life, a thick and willing woman

Dislikes:
Complainers, whiners, and chocolate

August almost never got time away from the hospital.  Not that he couldn't demand time away or at least request it, it was just that he could never seem to walk away when there was something important to be done, and there was always something important to be done.  He had work piling up right now.

Just thinking about it made him tense, and he looked behind him and above to where the Citadel stretched high above the rest of the city.  He wouldn't be out here at all, except his colleagues had insisted he get some time off.  Did they even suspect that leaving the Citadel even for a couple of days would stress him out far more than working did?

He had to do something to occupy his time, so he took a couple of lifts and a hover over to a bar.  It was astonishingly crowded, considering they only let relatively high caste people in.  He wedged himself into the crowd at the bar and tried to wave over a bartender.

They would be looking for him by now.

Col continued on toward the rec room and didn't deviate from his course, even as that knowledge occurred to him. He was skipping drills...again.  And they'd warned him that there would be consequences if he did it again, but he was so sick of them screaming in his face or trying to give him extra work and thinking these things were intimidating at all.  The yelling wouldn't quiet him into submission and he skipped the extra work as often as he did the drills.  If they wanted him there they'd have to drag him bodily.

It wasn't even that he didn't like the drills, either.  He just chafed at being told when and where he had to be.  And that sergeant running the drills.  It was a woman, and she was small even then.  He felt like he could have broken her in half.  How was he supposed to take someone like that seriously.

The rec room was nearly empty when he got there.  Most of the candidates were where they were supposed to be, at drills or classes.

Nathan had docked Diva at this run down little space station for a couple of reasons. Firstly to get in touch with a contact who could only be reached face to face. And second to take advantage of one of the sleaziest, most dangerous bars in the known universe.

The place was rough and run down and filled with people.  It was really the only place to go in this sector of space.  It fit Nathan's mood as he slouched at the bar, just on the verge of being drunk and determined to get thoroughly, actually drunk before he made it out of here.  He hadn't planned on getting sloshed when he came.  He rarely drank enough for that.  But it was sort of depressing seeing how all the chicks flocked right to Alexis.  The wouldn't leave him alone!

"Papillion!"  He lifted his head up just enough to make a halfhearted effort at spotting her. "Get over here and do your job!"

Who was that coming up behind him? Hm.  Didn't matter.  They were about to get what they deserved, the bastards. Whoever they were.

Shiloh wheeled around and punched the first person he saw square in the face.  Punch first, ask questions later.  That would be his motto if he had one.  And if it was a superior?  Tough shit. They probably deserved it too.

PARIS LOCKLAND, Candidate Stage 5

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Name:
Paris Lockland

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Age:
22

Height
5'9"

Home:
The Citadel, Haviah, Aedolis

Rank:
Candidate Stage 5


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Appearance:
Paris has short dark hair.  He's lanky and has dark eyes.

Personality:
Calm, reserved, and serene, often eerily so, especially with his habit of staring directly at people while he's reading them. Not easily flustered.

Abilities:
Paris is mainly an empath. He can both sense the emotions of others and impose emotions upon them.

History:
Currently in training to become a Pilot Counselor.