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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 1348156" data-attributes="member: 515">With that, Gunnery Sergeant Tanaka turns to the rest of the crew and listens attentively while they introduce themselves. The second marine in combat armor, PFC Sanderson, by the nameplate and rank insignia, takes notes on his electronic pad as each indicates weapons. Following Ian’s introduction and brief conversation with the inspector, Martha presents her papers. "Martha Smythe, Starship Technician, Class Two, board certified in electronics, engineering, gravitics, mechanics, and sensor operations. Also certified as a Class One Pilot by ISA standards. I’ve got a snub pistol in the locker." The engineer stands by quietly as the inspector looks over her papers, trying not to fidget. Most of her training was at the hands of an older engineer with a predilection toward causing trouble in every startown, and his wariness of authority figures carried over to Martha as a general sense of nervousness when confronting them. Her record is fairly clean for a 22–year–old trader–tech, but she still gets nervous whenever an enforcer asks her for her papers. As the Marine sergeant finishes with Martha, Swann steps forward. "My name is Swann Hellinic. I’m the ship’s electrician and computer operator as well as one of the gunners. Here are my papers. I have some weapons to declare, all locked in a box in the ship’s locker. I have an automatic pistol, a snub pistol, a submachine gun, a shotgun, an accelerator rifle and a gauss rifle. Also in the box is ammunition for each weapon, as well as a blade and a cutlass." Swann remains calm, having gone through such searches more times than he could remember. Or cared to. "As long as they don’t search my cabin, I’m OK," he thinks. "And as long as they don’t search the fuel processors, we’re all OK." Vargas steps forward to present his papers. "Sergeant, Emile Vargas, former Scout and now, supplimentary engineer and bridge crew. I've got a pistol and a shotgun stowed in my cabin. And this is Rusti." As he says this he indicates the beaker sitting on his shoulder. "Nice to meet you . . . all of you in fact." This last comment seems more directed toward Risa than anyone else.  When the Marine reaches him, Doc presents his hand comp and nods curtly, "Sergeant. I am Doctor Saro Talbek, currently acting as the ship’s doctor. In addition to my medical drugs, supplies, and equipment you see listed on my hand comp, I have a snub pistol and some tranq ammo in the ship’s locker." Doc warily keeps an eye on the Marines as they conduct their inspection, having met too many Army and Marine troopers who were a little too quick on the trigger for his taste. The Marine in the battle dress, Lance Corporal Obutu, reflexively starts to bring her plasma gun to bear as Darishun (a bit too large to be immediately in the area of the airlock) pokes his massive head around the corner in order to introduce himself. This movement taps out Vargas’ tentative attempts to catch the blonde’s eye in order to start flirting. "Uh gunny, there seems to be something loo. . ." Darishun smiles, which evidently isn’t comforting since Obutu brings the plasma gun fully to bear, and says, "Greetings gunnery sergeant and Marines. Please do not be alarmed. I just thought that I should introduce myself since I could not fit into the corridor with the others. I am Darishun, this ship’s medic and general cargo assistant. I have a rifle in my stateroom. I would be happy to help in any way to expedite this process since it is imperative that we place ourselves in a position to help the victims on Alief as soon as possible." Tanaka holds out a hand palm down to Obutu and says, "It’s OK, Risa. He's a Virushi, and they’re generally pacifists until really pushed. He’s not going to jump you, though if he did, I’m not sure that the plasma gun would stop him, at least not on the first shot." Obutu lowers the gun, but still looks very wary. Once introductions and declarations are complete, Tanaka speaks. "Thank you for your declarations and papers. Obutu and Sanderson will now have to verify your weapons and do some spot checks on your cargo in order to keep Berisul happy. You’d think that he’d lighten up a bit for the Marquis’ helpers, but since the Marquis isn’t here, I can’t skimp too much, even if you’re trying help. "I do note that you've got a missile launcher listed as part of your cargo." At this, Martha shakes herself out of being intimidated and only somewhat meekly says, "That’s ours, sir! I had to uninstall it when the port turret went out, but the ship’s logs have. . ." Tanaka smiles and holds up a hand: "I understand that, ma’am. I was going to say that you might need that missile launcher installed before you hit the planet. Well, that and I need to warn you all that the interdiction fleet policy that if you come back missing any of your ship’s weaponry, the ship gets seized and sold as a prize. Apparently, the policy started after a few enterprising merchants landed and sold off their ships’ weaponry before leaving. Oh, and it’s 'Gunny' or 'Sergeant’ since I work for a living, not like some people," nodding in the direction of the bridge. "Now, as far the explosives. Normally, we’d have to seize that as contraband. But, seeing as they’re just mining explosives and you never know if you might need it on Alief, I’m afraid that Sanderson forgot to note it on his pad." At this, Sanderson can be seen furiously hitting a few keys before blandly looking at his gunny. Nodding at Vasilii, Tanaka concludes with, "Sir? Would you please show Lance Corporal Obutu and PFC Sanderson the ship’s locker and cargo hold?" He turns back to Ian, "Captain McConnell, sir? Perhaps we could go someplace to chat while my Marines finish the inspection?" Ian nods, "Yes, why don’t we go relax in the lounge upstairs. The drink dispenser has been upgraded, but I’m afraid that I can only offer Marine ratpacks as snacks." "A drink would be welcome, sir, if I could, but given the snack selection, I am glad that our current inspection procedures require they remain sealed up," Tanaka replies with a grin. At this, the group breaks up. The two junior marines go with Vasilii, Saro, and Darishun to inspect the cargo hold, ship’s locker, and sickbay, with Martha trailing in case they want to go near her precious drives. Gunny Tanaka, Ian, Swann, and Vargas go upstairs to the lounge.</blockquote>

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