Lolion Reglo's Captains log

Cyrus had been on the station now for a few days. After the ordeal he piloted through he had slept for the first day and a half because of sheer exhaustion from it. He was mentally worn out and for his first real job flying a ship through space, in which his first trip almost proved to be his last. Faced with this mortality had drained him of his strength and energy.

He awoke to the sound of his alarm and turned over in his bed. He had been slowly gaining his energy back every morning he woke up and today he finally felt as close to normal as he had when he first started this crazy job. He rolled over and snoozed a bit feeling safe and comfortable in the sheets of his bed. A few moments later his data pad went off alerting him to a message. He slid out of the bed onto the cold floors of his room and over to the desk where he had left his belongings. The message was from Thomas telling him his tasks for the day. He was scheduled for more simulator training today and for the first time since he got here was actually looking forward to it.

Stretching first he dressed and headed out into the halls of his communal hub and towards the lift. The halls of the hub were bare and dimly lit for aesthetic reasons as it was still early morning on the station. Thomas wanted him training from as many hours as possible though. He yawned again and looked out a window down to the planet the station orbited. The surface was red with lava flows surrounded by blackened scorched earth. He had heard it wasn’t habitable and wouldn’t even have a chance of being terra-formed for another millennium or three. He didn’t understand any of that science though. In fact any class he took he ended up doing dismal in which is what lent him to be forced into manual labor to begin with. His only saving grace was his reflexes which made him adept for piloting.

Cyrus made his way through semi empty halls of the station heading towards the lab he had trained at before. The trip for him wasn’t too long and he at least got some nice scenery along the way. The Caldari station had attempted of course to make the halls seem more alive with the different fauna and plant life. He enjoyed it and it reminded him of his home that he had before he joined Lolion’s crew. The ship yard job he did work at still wasn’t as good as working for him though, even if it did nearly cost him his life.

Cyrus found himself in front of a lab door number four hundred seventeen. Below the number was a screen displaying the name Lolion Reglo. He entered yawning and squinting at the bright lights of the lab. Tibiaus and Muna sitting discussing something at a table in the corner; they looked up at him, Muna smiled and Tibiaus looked emotionless as usual. “Good morning” Cyrus grumbled out rubbing his eyes trying to get the accustomed to the new environment he was now in. “Same thing as yesterday then?” He was referring to the pod in the back room that closed him off to outside stimulus and was about as spacious as a fighter cockpit. “Yup, your numbers are really starting to improve though and soon enough Thomas thinks we will start having you train on some of the smaller ships in the hangars.” Muna said somehow awake even though she must have been up a few hours before him getting the tests ready. Cyrus headed over to the pod and sat down in the seat, careful not to disturb the controls too much before the simulation started. Tibiaus had chewed him out for that before the first time he sat in it and lectured him how multimillion ISK technology wasn’t a toy. He closed the pod door and enjoyed the moment of black for a bit while he waited for them to start up the simulations.

A few hours later Cyrus squinted at the bright light entering the pod as the lid opened up. Dazed for a few seconds he sat there letting his eyes readjust to the environment. “Damn it Tibiaus I said wait till I get the lights turned down so we don’t blind him” He heard Muna chide Tibiaus though he still couldn’t see where they were. A few moments later his eyes were well enough that he slid out of the pod careful again after Tibiaus reminded him what seemed like the 20 time not to touch any of the controls on the way out.

Thoroughly annoyed with Tibiaus he ignored him and his tangent while he awaited the scores from Muna. “You’re definitely improving. Reflex time is still stellar and flight management skills are improving steadily as well. Give it a few more days and you’ll be done with simulator training and onto flying an actual ship.” She finished reviewing the sheet of paper with the statistic of his last test and smiled. “Good, finally means I can get off this station and spread my legs a bit.” Cyrus was itching to get back out in space, to really fly around. Being cooped up in this station was killing him. Nothing he could do about it till he got his full license from these two and Lolion came back however.

“Well that is all for you today so we will see you again same time tomorrow Cyrus, Tibiaus said, his attention only half on him. Cyrus left the room and headed back towards his own quarters, looking forward to sleeping again only to wake up for another 13 hour day tomorrow. “It never ends” he thought to himself as the lift door closed. He was beginning to grow tired of this training regime Tibiaus had him on. As far as he knew Lolion didn’t even say he needed it, but Tibiaus insisted. He wondered if Tibiaus was just trying to keep him busy and disinterested in the job to keep him away from his ultimate goal.

On the way down a corridor he saw several people guarding a set of doors leading to a windowless section of the station. His curiosity getting the better of him he headed over to have a look. “State your business.” A guard said as he walked up to the door. “Just exploring and seem to have lost my way, I think the way I want to go is this way, care to let me through?” He knew his rouse wasn’t going to work against what seemed to be well trained guards. “Only people with authorized clearance are allowed beyond this point.” The guard said curtly. “Use the biometrics scan at the door and you may enter.”

Stunned at the change of stance the guards had towards him he decided to give his luck a shot and see if working for Lolion gave him access to this restricted area. Walking up to scanner he had his retina and palm scanned and waited for the result. Nothing happened. “Well I guess I’m not in the system yet” Cyrus said trying to laugh off the awkward pause of the door. “And probably for the best considering your knack for putting your nose into places where you don’t belong.” Cyrus turned trying to locate the new voice. Tibiaus Synth was walking up to the doors with a stern look on his face. “This as the guards said is a restricted area, as in you don’t belong here. Now leave before I have them lock you up for trespassing.” Cyrus didn’t hesitate to leave but he did glare at Tibiaus trying to display how much he loathed him. As he walked away he saw Tibiaus enter those forbidden doors and shut behind him silently. Cyrus headed back to his quarters beaten, but not defeated. He would find out what Tibiaus was working on in that area.

The hangars were full of people once again working on ships, performing repairs to their hulls or upgrading the equipment on board in the Stations dry docks. Also sitting among the hundreds of ships was Lolion’s Tech III Tengu. Having taken a ruff beating in the Sansha a few days before, it showed signs of battle damage on its hull. Laser burns almost cutting all the way into the hull itself and after looking at the damage Lidiya was glad the ships armor was stronger than the lasers. One of the shots had hit right outside of her section of the ship she worked in. Any deeper and she would have been killed by the resulting hull breach.

She was sitting a few meters from the ship leaning against a stack of boxes in the corner of the hangar when she was a familiar man walk past. Teodoro was also surveying the ship and was actually managing the repair job of the ship itself, much to the dismay of the dock master who typically was in charge of such jobs. Lidiya recalled how Teodoro had talked to him telling him he was going to oversee the project based on what Lolion had asked in that message he had sent everyone. She didn’t care what either of them did, so long as they stayed out of her way and let her be she was perfectly fine working for him. She picked up her data pad and checked a list of things she saw on the ship that she could tinker with, when Teodoro walked over.

“So what do you think?” He asked her still looking at the ship. “I honestly don’t care what your motives are for asking my opinion; the ship is fine, just a regular ship maintenance crew should be more than capable of handling the repairs and us being here to oversee it I believe is utterly pointless.” She said still reading off her list trying to find something she could fiddle with to keep herself entertained. “Unless you’re just looking for another opinion to pat yours on the head telling you your doing fine?” She said laughing at the end at how stupid he could be.

“You know you’ll only make enemies if you continue acting that way around the rest of the crew.” Teodoro said looking down at her obviously annoyed with her remark. “I don’t care if you don’t like me because I graduated a ship designer and not a mechanic as you. That’s why you’re the mechanic and I’m the engineer of the ship, we’re BOTH important.” The two stared at each other neither moving. Several dock workers looked over and started silently betting on who would win the fight if it broke out.

Lidiya still hadn’t looked up from her data pad and that only annoyed Teodoro even more. A few lines of black started to show on his face like a tattoo was slowly materializing on the surface of his skin. The black was gone as quickly as it came as Teodoro composed himself and walked away. Lidiya grew fed up with her attempt to find something to fix as it was a brand new ship after all. Nothing would need fixing until after its first real mission. Which by the sounds of it wouldn’t be for another few weeks, especially at the rate Lolion was going to be moving ships to the station. She stood up and headed for the hangar doors and decided to go take care of finding a place to live here instead of sitting around doing nothing.

completly ran out of time today due to last minute shopping and being sick to post the new stuff. will be up tomorrow when i wake up from this med induced coma…lol. story is still going strong.

A break steamed silently on a hot plate sitting on top of a lab table of one of the many labs on the station, housing some unknown chemical to all but the ones running the experiments.  Strewn across the table were sheets with data charts, graphs and numbers and equations confusing to any non trained eye.  The room smelled of preservatives and paper and was dimly lit by a few floor lamps that were placed in a corner here and there.  Tibiaus sat in a chair snoozing having fallen asleep letting his experiments run their course.

A loud ring awoke him with a start.  It was his data pad alerting him to a new message.  This was from Lolion and informed him of his absence over the next few days.  He opened the file document attached to the message and scrolled down to his instructions.

Tibiaus, I need you to beginning researching the Blue prints I have in my warehouses on that station.  You and Muna will be working together on those and I expect a good deal of them started by the time I get back.  Shouldn’t be too hard as these are common blueprints and all we’re doing is just finding ways to process the jobs fast and more efficient.  Do some digging and see what you can find.

Tibiaus yawned and turned off his data pad.  He reclined back into the chair again and started to fall back asleep.  He would start the blueprints when he finished his experiments first.  After all his research was more pressing than figuring out minor details on basic blue prints.

A few hours later Tibiaus awoke to the lab now brightly lit by the Sun peaking through the glass of the station windows.  He squinted rubbing his eyes and sat up stretching after having fallen asleep again in the chair.  He was sore for having been in a fairly awkward position all night and he figured he would go get it worked out by a masseuse later.  For now he had his experiment to look in on.  Getting out of the chair he went over to the labs computer and noticed something was missing.  His experiment showed it had been paused, put on hold and a blueprint was running in its place.    He sat puzzled as to how this could have happened while he was sleeping.  No one else was in the lab that night and he knew he didn’t sleep walk.

Just then the door slid open to the lab.  A woman walked in holding a tray with two cups and the bitter but sweet aroma of coffee filled the air.  “Freshly brewed from the café a few floors up, figured since you’d been asleep here all night id get you a cup to help wake you up.”  The Woman said handing him a cup.  Tibiaus recognized her from somewhere but he couldn’t place her face yet.  The thought ate at him for a few seconds before it was shoved out of the way by his experiment.

“Would you happen to know anything about my experiment being put on hold and this blueprint being started for this lab?”  Tibiaus asked trying not to sound accusatory.  The woman who had turned away to look at a display turned back to him, “yes I paused your experiment and loaded the blueprints Lolion left for us to work on.  Or did you not get his message yet?  She said looking confused.  He took a sip of coffee before answering her.  “I got his message and I was going to start them after I finished my work, but who are you again?”  This time he didn’t bother to hide his annoyance with her.  She narrowed her eyes “I’m Muna Basira, the ship doctor and in the eyes of Lolion your senior.”  She walked over to him getting right in his face.  “Now if there is a problem with me overriding you experiment in favor of running the jobs he told us to run you can take it up with him when he gets back.  Until then we will be running HIS, jobs in this lab and NOT yours.  Understand?”  Tibiaus was taken aback, the realization of who she was dawned on him after she said her name.

Seeing he had made a mistake he nodded and waited until she got out of his face before he dared to move.  Her authority wasn’t there when he had first met her on the ship and he was surprised by how much control she created in the air around her.  Enough so that he didn’t even dare talk back to her.  “So where are we starting?”  He asked, trying to get the subject off his blunder and back onto work.  “Well I’ve checked the computers mainframe and all the slots for Material efficiency research are full up for the next few days but the time efficiency research slots are all open.  So I figured wed run all the Blueprints through that first and then when we see an opening for material research well grab it before anyone else does.”

Tibiaus mulled it over in his head for a second trying to see if he could do anything more.  “I know I can fit a few jobs running simultaneously to speed up the task he gave us, so let me put in the projects and you just figure out which ones need done first.”  He said recounting his particular skills in dealing with the research computers from his days back at his older jobs.  “I can get these done in no time flat.”  He grinned and Muna followed suit as well.  “Excellent.  Then we can work on some of the jobs I have been meaning to research as well.  And don’t you dare give me that look, we’ll finish your experiments before we start any of my stuff, so relax and go sit at the display.  I’ll give you the information for the blueprints here shortly.”

The halls of the mezzanine in the station were alive with motion as it was already morning and the station was starting to come alive.  The hustle and bustle of life echoing through the halls.  It contrasted with Thomas whose head was laying on a table throbbing from the hangover from last night.    Drinking with Lolion was hard to do, especially since he had such a high tolerance for it.  Not to be outdone Thomas did his best to keep pace until he was dragged to a hotel and left to sleep after passing out.  He awoke the next day to find Lolion had already left and had a monstrous hangover.

He had ordered a coffee that he hadn’t touched yet and was sitting in front of him.  Barely able to move his head though he kept it cradled in his elbow on the table trying to block out all the light and noise without much luck.  A few hours past and he mustered the strength to look up and survey his surroundings.  The coffee was gone, probably taken away by a waiter realizing it hadn’t been touched.  He looked and found the lunch crowd was eating and he suddenly grew hungry finally realizing that he hadn’t eaten since last night.

He flagged a waiter and ordered a sandwich and another cup of coffee.  “Going to be able to drink it this time sir?” the waiter kidded jovially as he punched in the order on his data pad.  The waiter walked away and Thomas rubbed his forehead.  It still ached but at least he was able to process light and sound now.  He thought of the day before and the mission he was on.  It was a good feeling to finally have a stable job to work at but being on a ship again made him uneasy.  He was always more of a soldier type, accustom to solid earth beneath his feet than the metal of a ship.

He surveyed the surroundings of the station and was impressed with the effort they had put into making it seem alive.  A waterfall was flowing down from the upper levels all the way down to the bottom of the station and there were fauna he had never seen before planted around to give life to the place.  Make it look not so much like a warehouse than an actual living space.  But in Thomas’s eyes it worked.  The subtle green of the plants mixed well with the steel gray and navy blues of the Caldari station.  After all it was designed by his kinsmen; he hadn’t lost all of his love for his race even after all the fighting he has done.

The waiter came back with his sandwich and coffee.  Thomas stared at it for a bit urging his stomach to calm down so he could eat.  He finally fought off the last remaining effects of the alcohol and took a bit.  He enjoyed the sandwich over the next few minutes until his data pad started vibrating.  HE set it on the table and continued to eat as it scrolled down the message he had just received.

To crew:

I will be gone for the period of a week as I am moving the rest of my fleet up to our new home.  I suggest you get to know the space your in now because we will be operating out of here for the foreseeable future.  You also will be met by one of my friends soon enough about 4 days from now.  I hope you come to like him as I have as he has been a great asset to me over the years we have worked together.  Of course I could understand if you don’t as well.  Either way the attached list are jobs for you while I’m gone so get cracking and I expect at least some of them done before I get back.  Until then enjoy this break and get set up in the station.

Lolion out

Thomas reviewed the message again to make sure he read everything right.  “So in other words the son of a bitch is going to do everything by himself again” he thought to himself.  “I swear I have to get it through to him one of these days he doesn’t need to do everything alone.”  He finished the sandwich and downed the rest of his coffee, paid his bill and left for the hangars.  Cursing his friend’s stubbornness the rest of the way.