Idwal Everrett Arrives
Idwal Everrett Arrives
Idwall Everrett Mining Engineer various droids NPCs and Senior Staff
Own Cabin and Main Briefing Room
The next day
The droid that Idwal had ben following halted and a panel in the corridor wall slid back.
"Your quarters dude" intoned the droid "enjoy". As it spoke the final words it upended the carry cart and dumped Idwal's possessions onto the floor and proceeded to trundle away down the corridor. It was at that point Idwal realised what the droid had reminded him of, some truculent surfer bums he had once met on Deva Prime. Picking up his scattered belongings one by one he threw them through the door into the cabin beyond. He smiled to himself as he recalled how such a small amount of amatol had put a new meaning into the surfers phrase 'breaking waves'. If he met up with the droid again he decided he maybe would definately pop his rivets for him.
The room was small, brain numbingly plain and unadorned. Idwal sat on the bed and sighed. Still, things could be worse, er no, things could be better, he corrected himself. However, getting a berth on this ship was marginally better than the derelict transport pod he had been dossing in under the main hyperlink down on the planet surface. Also, and this was a big plus, the gorillas of the TDCG ( Thraxian Debt Collectors Guild) couldn't get to him here. Which was a good thing since the TDCG gorillas were actually that ...gorillas...and boy did they know how to take you apart!
The comm chimed and a weary female voice spoke as a screen flickered, cleared, dimmed and then came on with the picture shimmering unsteadily.
"Hi" said the female and Idwal noticed despite the orange overtones too the screen that she looked pretty awful. Black rings around the eyes, sagging jowls and hair that just screamed DYED & DEAD! "I'm Victoria, Victoria de Felice the ships geologist. Your the new mining guy?"
"Yep" replied Idwal
"Well I am supposed to be the head of this department" said Victoria sounding thought Idwal somewhat deeply rueful "But between you and me honey its a crock of shit"
It was then Idwal noticed the half bottle of bourbon by her elbow. Suddenly Victoria began to fumble about under her tabard. Her whole chest area heaved and undulated. Idwal was put in mind of several ferrets in a sack. Was the old girl going to pop them out for him? He shuddered at the thought. But no, eventually her hand re appeared with a cheroot which she lit. Coughing and wheezing she said "There's a briefing for all senior staff in ten minutes. Personally honey, I can't be arsed to go. Mindless, bickering morons the lot of them. Your my deputy you go."
With that the comms connection snapped off.
Ten minutes later Idwal sat in the briefing room and surveyed the characters as they entered. Boy did they look as if they had alll had one hell of a night! The big chief, some girl called Alotta gave a speil about the next mission. At this Idwal perked up because the word "explosion" was mentioned repeatedly. Anything that created a destructive bang was meat and drink to him.
The meeting ended and as the officers drifted away Idwal walked back to his cabin a little more cheerily. Maybe this job wasn't going to turn out so badly after all!
As he sat in his cabin he punched up the ship's mainframe
"Yes?" she said rudely "You do know I am rather busy at the moment!"
"I only want to know about the Hymonoptrians and system ZX981" He said
"So does every other idle bugger on the ship!" said the computer tartly "You'll just have to wait your turn like everyone else!" and with that the link died.
Great! thought Idwal. Now where did I put that vial of nitro because me and a stroppy droid have something to settle!