Interviewing with the Thunderchild
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Just as the sun sets, another boat roars into atmo from the black, angling itself down towards Eavesdown. When the landing thrusters kick in with a brilliantly loud howl, dust is kicked up into the air like billowing clouds, more than likely enough to choke anyone that doesn't cover their face. Settling down with a thump and the whine of hydrolics from the landing gears, the ship's reactor powers down, leaving it in relative silence, despite the few lights that automatically flip on beneath her belly: The Thunderchild has arrived. After a moment of silence, the cargo ramp of the ship lowers with a hydrolic hiss, leaving her bay exposed and open. Tromping down its length with a swaggers, Trent finally appears with a stretch, his neck craning side to side after a long flight. Pausing to fetch his cigarettes from a jacket pocket, he taps a single free from the pack so he might perch it between his lips loosely, patting down his pockets for a lighter after. Finding it, he sparks a flame to life that briefly brightens his youthful face, the dancing, flickering flame causing the tip of his smoke to blossom into a brilliantly glowing orange ember. With his first drag, the young captain can't help but smile in a satisfied way, finally able to relax. <English>
Selina and Levi wind up back on Persephone pretty frequently. It's a busy planet, with lots of traffic coming and going, which makes it a good place to find work for a pair of folks looking to fill holes in a ship's crew. In the light of the setting sun, Selina wanders down the docks, moving easily through the crowd while letting her dark eyes roam from ship to ship. The dark-skinned woman's dressed casually, boots, dark pants, and grey tanktop. At her side, and standing a few inches taller is her brother. Thumbs hooked in her belt, Sel looks up at the Thunderchild when it arrives, stopping in place to watch it land and get settled. Glancing aside to Levi, she quirks a brow and wonders, "Wanna go introduce ourselves? Maybe they're looking for a couple pairs of hands." Regardless of her brother's answer, she starts walking again, heading closer to the ship. She tips her head in the direction of Trent when he comes down the cargo ramp, remarking aside to her partner, "Look at that, somebody to say hi to. You want to, or shall I?" <English>
For his part, Levi looks at least a little more formal then his sister, though its really only with the addition of a well-kept dark coat to cover his scruffier looking clothes. As usual, while Selina watches the ships, Levi watches the people. Mostly, it looks like simple curiousity, but to a more trained eye, it's obvious he's scouting for a mark. Someone gullible but well off enough to swindle or steal from to pay for their next meal. So far, he's coming up pretty unlucky -- that is, until, Sel stops.
Levi continues walking for a few more steps before he suddenly realizes he's walking alone. "What is it?" he asks, looking back then following her gaze to the landing Thunderchild. "Might be they are," he murmurs in reply when she poses her first question, eyeing Trent as he steps out of the ship with the same eye he was using to scout marks. He's quick to dismiss the notion, though, as he starts heading on over. "That's cute," he replies as an aside, just before he reaches the Captain, "You. Do the talking. You always know how to make me laugh."
He stops a few feet from Trent and tips his head to the man while he adjusts his coat, "You need some hands to help you unload that beautiful ship of yours, Captain?" <English>
Chloe steps off the ship with the clipped pace of smart no-nonsense pumps talking on her smartcom, "No! It is not the same! A valve support mesh negates the need for a complete bipass, it's success rate is a full eighteen point seven percent reduction in post-operation rupture!" she sniffs and replies stiffly, "Well I hope you won your bet, I find this as highly distasteful. No wonder you got a C in cardio-vascular studies!" she hrrrphs and hands up on the person, looking rightously indignant. <English>
Having dragged Levi's attention away from his hunt for a mark worth the trouble, Selina walks alongside her brother towards the Thunderchild and the man standing at the end of cargo ramp. There's a small grin at his joke about handling the talking himself, her arm shifting to nudge him lightly in the ribs with her elbow, "Keep it up." On their approach towards Trent, the dark-skinned woman continues to let her eyes roam, studying the ship and continuing to watch their surroundings. Once closer, and once Levi greets the man, Sel flicks her attention back to Trent herself. There's a look towards Chloe before she chimes in after her brother, not wasting any time in getting to the point, "Siblings, looking for a gig together. He's a pilot," she nods at the slightly taller Levi briefly, before glancing back at Trent, "I do security. He can handle a gun too though, if you've got your piloting covered."
<English>
Arching a brow curiously when he's approached by random strangers, Trent can't help but look incredibly suspicious and paranoid at first. Afterall: With a price on your head, you might be as well. "Evening," he murmurs, the word crisp and clear with a Londinium accent, despite the fact he tries his hardest to hide it. Peering first at levi (Whom he mistakenly assumes to be the biggest threat) then at Selina, the Captain tilts his head curiously,considering each in turn. Only after is he distracted by Chloe, who finally forces him to crack a bright grin, the shake of his head amused. "Nerd. What was that, Surgeon bets?" he muses, just before returning his attention to the siblings.
Currently He's standing at the base of the cargo ramp with Chloe and has just been approached by Levi and Selina. Hooking the thumb of his right hand into his gunbelt (Noteably right next to his rather intimidating sidearm) Trent considers the pair thoughtfully. "I appreciate the offer, and the words of kindness in regards to my ship," he offers in reply to Levi, "But, if'n it's all the same, I think we're good for now," he murmurs. When Selina speaks, his nods once, a smile reaching his expressive features, "As a matter of fact, we are looking for some help. We do happen to need a pilot, and security. I don't guess you're properly trained for security are you? Or do you just know how to shoot and call it security?" he muses, still inspecting the pair carefully. <English>
Appearing in the maw of the Harpoon is a redheaded woman. She pauses there, a long braid of her hair falling forward over her right shoulder. Her blue gaze slips over the area, and she raises an eyebrow slightly, considering the gathering of people. She idly rubs the fingers of her right hand against her outer thigh, and then she starts to make her way down the ramp of the Thunderchild, her footsteps bringing her closer to Trent. As she approaches, she listens to the pieces of the conversation that reach her, and her gaze slips towards the folks the Captain is speaking with. Lifting her left hand, she uses her right hand to uncap the bottle of juice before taking a sip from it, and then she recaps the bottle. Stepping up behind Trent, she lifts her right hand to touch his shoulder, and then she lowers her hand back to her side. "Bus
