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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 27, 2007 13:31:43 GMT -5
Linx turned to Raiden, rather exasperated. "Are you even listening to me?" Sometimes he felt like about 40 percent of his words actually made it to that mouse's ears. And that most of that 40 percent was full of conjunctions.
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Post by Raiden, Zahi, Lars and Ama on Dec 27, 2007 13:41:06 GMT -5
Nope. I stoped at when you mentioned the changing of the armaments on the deck. Especily since I tend not to involve myself with business between Officers and the Fortress Commander. Especily if I am not asked for my input.
**Dispite his friend's iritation, Raiden flashed a happy-go-lucky smile at his companion.**s
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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 27, 2007 13:43:19 GMT -5
"I just addressed that issue with the armor, and... You apparently seem fixated on providing input anyway..." Linx turned and scanned over the progress of the beasts working throughout the room. Looked like they were on the hinges. "OK, Raiden, can you go up there and let Archon know he can start getting the components down here?"
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Post by Raiden, Zahi, Lars and Ama on Dec 27, 2007 13:47:00 GMT -5
You did? Oh... See why I don't deliberately involve myself in the discussions? I always lose track of what gets said... That and I hate internal politics.
**Leaving the gun deack, Raiden found Archon siftly.**
Linx said to tell you that you can start bringing the componants down now.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 27, 2007 13:49:03 GMT -5
"Thanks..." Archon started issuing the relayed orders. He had been given a bit of temporary authority since the only role he could effectively carry out in his state was an overseeing one.
Linx gave a slightly frustated sigh as he turned back to Finnerator. Progress was smooth, so far, and that wasn't an issue, but he seemed to be suffering some infuriating communication problems. "So how about that armor?"
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Post by Raiden, Zahi, Lars and Ama on Dec 27, 2007 13:51:26 GMT -5
**Raiden returned below decks and looked out one of the gun ports.**
Urgh... It's too wet out there for me. Why I joined a crew of corsairs for a few weeks is beyond me.
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Post by Ronin Martok on Dec 27, 2007 14:40:24 GMT -5
Why this day? Why this time? It was so inconsiderate of them. The shrew had set aside this specific day and hour to start checking out the galley on the Stormy Otter. He scrambled up the gangplank, squeezing inbetween the rolling hunks of metal cannons, ignoring the cries of those pulling said cannons. He finally made it to the main deck of the vessel and paused a moment to sniff. Apparently some kind of weapons upgrade was going on. Not much being one for weaponry, Ronin didn't much care, save for the fact that it meant it'd take longer for him to do his inspection.
A slight breeze ruffled his ears and took a glance around the deck. Things were moving to say the least. He hopped out of the way of two beasts struggling with some hunk of machinery and scrambled down the stairs that led into the belly of the ship. He didn't really have any idea where the galley would be seeing as ship layouts varied so much. He swiveled his head around, finally spotting a group of three beasts. One he recognized as the weaponry commander-thingy and there was also an unkown mouse. The ottermaid he knew to be Finnerator. In fact, she'd been the one who had hired him on as a cook in the first place.
He trotted up to the group, never minding that all of them were at least half a head taller than him. He didn't salute. After all, he was cook. Cooks could abstain from such things, at least in his book.
"G'day. Would anybeast be able to point me towards the galley?"
He just hoped they wouldn't drag him into any talk about weaponry. He knew absolutely zilch about such things.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 27, 2007 16:01:53 GMT -5
It was the cook. Linx was an extremely lax officer and couldn't care less about the lack of saluting on Ronin's part. He tilted his head downwards slightly to more easily address him, probably a bit of a gaffe but nonetheless an involuntary means of easier communication. "Uh... Down a level, directly below here. Go back to the stairs, it shouldn't be too hard." Assuming this one knew his way about ships. Linx had become lost on a sloop in his time so he couldn't rule anything out.
Best not to mention all the activity around them, this shrew probably knew next to nothing about weapons, let alone repeating cannons. "Got that?"
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Post by Raiden, Zahi, Lars and Ama on Dec 27, 2007 18:00:39 GMT -5
By the Pantheron... Will you kindly not give the cook directions for the OPPOSITE direction? It's down the end of this deck, and down the wide stairs. The should also be a regular entrence in the mess on the main deck.
**Raiden turned from the gun port in time to catch Linx's words to the cook.**
This is a destroyer equivalent right? That puts it as the same layout as a corsair firgate.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 27, 2007 18:13:14 GMT -5
"No, it's a custom-built schooner, not conforming to any standard design formats. How long have you been on this ship?" Linx gave Raiden an annoyed look. No wonder Zahi threw things at him.
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Post by Raiden, Zahi, Lars and Ama on Dec 27, 2007 18:25:59 GMT -5
About four hours. I never tend to stray further than artilery emplacements... Sloop you say? Layout reminds me of a destroyer variant. Maybe size up at a galleon in the layout. They all seem to follow the same general pattern, so it's hard to tell them apart sometimes.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 27, 2007 18:47:19 GMT -5
"...I said schooner. More masts. My directions were correct. I never really got to talk to Finnerator, did I?..." Sometimes Linx just couldn't understand what Raiden was trying to tell him.
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Post by Raiden, Zahi, Lars and Ama on Dec 27, 2007 18:55:11 GMT -5
My mistake... Confused about what I mean Linx?
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Dec 27, 2007 21:23:31 GMT -5
*Finnerator surpressed a grin at the look of surprise on their faces. She didn't mean to sneak up on them, but with everything else going on they probably hadn't noticed her enter. It's not like they were expecting her either. Linx recovered quickly and gave his report to which Finnerator listened to carefully to be sure things were going well*
"The firing ports are pretty much done. We can install the hinges and those will be done, then we can start bringing down the components in earnest."
*Finnerator nodded, they had made quick progress. It was only midafternoon and they could still get a lot done before they would have to pack it in for the day*
"Let's save the ballista swap for last."
Whatever you suggest. You're the resident weapon's master. *She trusted Linx's judgement when it came to anything mechanical and dangerous. The mouse seemed to have a talent for inventions and an avid interest in how weapons worked. That made him a valuable officer and advisor*
*Finnerator listened carefully to Linx's proposal for some kind of protection for the weapons. Her brow furrowed slightly in thought as she considered the idea. She was careful to think out the idea before answering Linx* There is a problem that I see with that idea. It would weigh the ship down too much for it to be at all effective in battle. All this *She gestured to the cannons being installed* is going to make it much heavier anyway. Building a protective wall, especially if you want a good protective wall, isn't going to be worth what it will cost. This isn't a man o' war after all.
*The sea otter felt that she had made her point clearly and waited for Linx's answer. She wasn't quite sure if Linx had heard everything she said because Raiden was constantly interrupting without thinking about what he was saying. After Finnerator had finished, a shrew came down looking for directions to the galley. The otter immediately recognized him as the new cook, but let the others point him to the galley. When the shrew was on his way, she turned back to Linx*
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Post by Linx Exotic on Dec 27, 2007 21:28:05 GMT -5
"Can I unleash a frenzied torrent of ideas on you now, including light armor methods and alternate means of propulsion?" Every available neuron in Linx's brain was firing like there was no tomorrow to solve each problem he encountered. Something with... For every action there's an equal and opposite reaction... That was why you had recoil... Harness the recoil. Turn into rotary force. Recoil of something freely moving, water, no, steam, steam pressure. Something was forming in his mind. Rotating arms... "I'm having an idea."
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