28th April 2025, 5:21 AM
The Spaceship
As Saimon speaks Bea silently seethes, contempt for the man behind the counter slowly growing. She doesn't understand why she's so angry at him. Maybe because he didn't just let her leave, she might have seen this as him getting in her way. Deep in thought on ways to get Saimon to show her more respect that she thinks she deserves, she misses most of his comments about family and him caring about her well-being that normally would have caused her to get frustrated as she didn't believe in that bull.
As Bea tries to pick up the ID card off the desk, Saimon places his hand on top of hers. She slowly looks up at him, her eyes completely filled by hate. She snatches her hand away violently, turning, and walking away from the desk ignoring both Saimon and George. She affixes the new ID to her jumpsuit while she walks in the direction of the SUPP signs where Cargo allegedly is. She is far too tired from all of this nonsense to notice much, though she does stop for a break once.
While walking in some random direction, she comes across an alcove with a couple of vending machines. There's a cow man wearing a yellow jumpsuit, bulky belt and strange goggles standing in front of the cigarette machine. He puts a fresh box of cigarettes in his pocket and pulls out his ID from the machine before putting it back on his jumpsuit.
He turns and sees Bea staring at him to which he makes a face and walks away. Bea tracks him with her eyes before walking up to the cigarette machine herself. She inserts her ID and tries to buy a box of cigarettes but the machine refuses. The screen on it displays "Insufficient Funds" she scowls at the machine and replaces her ID.
Eventually, she makes it to the stated 'Cargo'. Through the little mechanical yellow airlock she goes, passing by the empty front desk. Past the entry checkpoint is an archway with bolded text. It reads, "SUPPLY AND FREIGHT HANGAR." The characters of the text have spurs in the middle of them, which give it an old-fashioned look. Below that is a much more plain sign that says, "Yessir, this is the Cargo Bay!" to alleviate confusion.
Inside the room is spacious in the middle, with airlocks at the end of the room that say "TO SPACE." The sides of the room have rows upon rows of shelves like a warehouse. Many have metal boxes in them—all closed. Many are labeled, 'Ore.'
Bea scans the room for Sonny for a few seconds, but doesn't find him, or anyone for that matter. Does she really care to find him at all? Instead, she walks around the warehouse halls, hoping to bump into this 'Jones' person.
In one hallway she can see someone with a cowboy hat and a blue denim jacket handling the contents of one unlabeled box on the shelf. When he hears Bea coming he closes the box and turns to greet her. He has a very direct swagger about him. He approaches before saying a word. He gently removes the ID card from Bea's clothes and inspects it closely.
Quartermaster Jones:
"Well then, it seems like we've got another new youngblood." It is unclear if he is actually older than Bea or not. His eyebags seem quite advanced, though the rest of his face is quite youthful, "I will be your new boss, Quartermaster Jakub Jones." He reaches out to shake Bea's hand.
Quartermaster Jones:
"It looks like you just missed orientation. Since we're in a lull right now we aren't doing a lot of moving. Instead, the gang took the other recruit to teach them how to salvage maintenance. I'm not sure if you met him on the way here, his name is Sonny."
Both take a seat near the middle of the cargo bay.
Quartermaster Jones:
"I'll keep it short. What we do here is pretty simple on this ship. Every night, after everyone wakes and readies up, we all get to our posts. From 9AM to 5PM, everyone works, except for those who work night shifts. Here at Cargo Bay, nobody works night-shift, except for me and a few salvagers, so you don't have to worry about that. Just try to show up on time. If you can do that, you're already better than the rest of my team." He rubs his eyes a bit. "Every once in a blue moon, a schooner will show up. It will deliver us items. We distribute those items to the correct stations. We then put on as much ore as the schooner can hold to sell off. Right now, there is nothing to distribute until the next one comes in, so you're free to just sit back and relax if you would like."
Quartermaster Jones:
"Or, I could radio in my team to take you along on their little maintenance expedition. That would probably be best, but I don't want to rush you. You can just sit back and relax and take it all in." Quartermaster Jones lays his feet down onto a table. He grabs a remote and toggles a button. The metal roll-up door on the far wall rolls up. It reveals a serene view of space, the pitch black void and glittering stars. At the bottom of the view is a giant planet of dark rock and flows of lava.
Quartermaster Jones:
"Speaking of radio, here; Have this." He sits up briefly to hand Bea a yellow headset. "Put it on. The White Button is for talking on general communications. The Yellow Button is for talking on cargo communications. It's how we talk across the station. Don't worry about hearing anything. Everything everyone says is saved to text, and it shoots a log of the text into your brain so you can read it and scroll through it. It's not as intrusive as it sounds." He looks like he is about to fall asleep in his chair from how calm and relaxed he is. "The fact that it's saved to text-chat means we don't have to hear babbling and rambling all day. Instead, we get to nap and bask in the starlight." His cowboy hat tips over his eyes. He could fall asleep any second.
To be Continued
As Saimon speaks Bea silently seethes, contempt for the man behind the counter slowly growing. She doesn't understand why she's so angry at him. Maybe because he didn't just let her leave, she might have seen this as him getting in her way. Deep in thought on ways to get Saimon to show her more respect that she thinks she deserves, she misses most of his comments about family and him caring about her well-being that normally would have caused her to get frustrated as she didn't believe in that bull.
As Bea tries to pick up the ID card off the desk, Saimon places his hand on top of hers. She slowly looks up at him, her eyes completely filled by hate. She snatches her hand away violently, turning, and walking away from the desk ignoring both Saimon and George. She affixes the new ID to her jumpsuit while she walks in the direction of the SUPP signs where Cargo allegedly is. She is far too tired from all of this nonsense to notice much, though she does stop for a break once.
While walking in some random direction, she comes across an alcove with a couple of vending machines. There's a cow man wearing a yellow jumpsuit, bulky belt and strange goggles standing in front of the cigarette machine. He puts a fresh box of cigarettes in his pocket and pulls out his ID from the machine before putting it back on his jumpsuit.
He turns and sees Bea staring at him to which he makes a face and walks away. Bea tracks him with her eyes before walking up to the cigarette machine herself. She inserts her ID and tries to buy a box of cigarettes but the machine refuses. The screen on it displays "Insufficient Funds" she scowls at the machine and replaces her ID.
Eventually, she makes it to the stated 'Cargo'. Through the little mechanical yellow airlock she goes, passing by the empty front desk. Past the entry checkpoint is an archway with bolded text. It reads, "SUPPLY AND FREIGHT HANGAR." The characters of the text have spurs in the middle of them, which give it an old-fashioned look. Below that is a much more plain sign that says, "Yessir, this is the Cargo Bay!" to alleviate confusion.
Inside the room is spacious in the middle, with airlocks at the end of the room that say "TO SPACE." The sides of the room have rows upon rows of shelves like a warehouse. Many have metal boxes in them—all closed. Many are labeled, 'Ore.'
Bea scans the room for Sonny for a few seconds, but doesn't find him, or anyone for that matter. Does she really care to find him at all? Instead, she walks around the warehouse halls, hoping to bump into this 'Jones' person.
In one hallway she can see someone with a cowboy hat and a blue denim jacket handling the contents of one unlabeled box on the shelf. When he hears Bea coming he closes the box and turns to greet her. He has a very direct swagger about him. He approaches before saying a word. He gently removes the ID card from Bea's clothes and inspects it closely.
Quartermaster Jones:
"Well then, it seems like we've got another new youngblood." It is unclear if he is actually older than Bea or not. His eyebags seem quite advanced, though the rest of his face is quite youthful, "I will be your new boss, Quartermaster Jakub Jones." He reaches out to shake Bea's hand.
Quartermaster Jones:
"It looks like you just missed orientation. Since we're in a lull right now we aren't doing a lot of moving. Instead, the gang took the other recruit to teach them how to salvage maintenance. I'm not sure if you met him on the way here, his name is Sonny."
Both take a seat near the middle of the cargo bay.
Quartermaster Jones:
"I'll keep it short. What we do here is pretty simple on this ship. Every night, after everyone wakes and readies up, we all get to our posts. From 9AM to 5PM, everyone works, except for those who work night shifts. Here at Cargo Bay, nobody works night-shift, except for me and a few salvagers, so you don't have to worry about that. Just try to show up on time. If you can do that, you're already better than the rest of my team." He rubs his eyes a bit. "Every once in a blue moon, a schooner will show up. It will deliver us items. We distribute those items to the correct stations. We then put on as much ore as the schooner can hold to sell off. Right now, there is nothing to distribute until the next one comes in, so you're free to just sit back and relax if you would like."
Quartermaster Jones:
"Or, I could radio in my team to take you along on their little maintenance expedition. That would probably be best, but I don't want to rush you. You can just sit back and relax and take it all in." Quartermaster Jones lays his feet down onto a table. He grabs a remote and toggles a button. The metal roll-up door on the far wall rolls up. It reveals a serene view of space, the pitch black void and glittering stars. At the bottom of the view is a giant planet of dark rock and flows of lava.
Quartermaster Jones:
"Speaking of radio, here; Have this." He sits up briefly to hand Bea a yellow headset. "Put it on. The White Button is for talking on general communications. The Yellow Button is for talking on cargo communications. It's how we talk across the station. Don't worry about hearing anything. Everything everyone says is saved to text, and it shoots a log of the text into your brain so you can read it and scroll through it. It's not as intrusive as it sounds." He looks like he is about to fall asleep in his chair from how calm and relaxed he is. "The fact that it's saved to text-chat means we don't have to hear babbling and rambling all day. Instead, we get to nap and bask in the starlight." His cowboy hat tips over his eyes. He could fall asleep any second.
To be Continued
