Magical Sailor Fuku

Several years after the events recorded in "Incident Blue", things have more or less returned to normal. The United Space Colonial Navy had been given a blank check, and new warships had been rolled out by the dozens... staffed with fresh recruits eager to guard against the alien incursion... which never came.

Eventually it was labeled as an isolated incident. Enlistment fell, the USCN auctioned off its surplus ships, and people went on with their lives. The only ones still concerned with the strange aliens that had converted a colony were Yuma Flats Energy Consortium. Their expensive post-incident contract with the military would not expire for five decades yet... so they kept on researching, experimenting, and keeping tabs on those survivors had escaped.

Currently, a reclaimed USCN ship bought by Yuma Flats is en route to Artemis Station. No one on board were told what for, only that it was the highest priority. Their ship, the Longbow, is an experimental scout ship and light interceptor. Using a revolutionary engine, it makes the same trip in weeks what it used to take years. As such the crew are in their quarters instead of cryo tubes when the message comes out on the PA system.

"This is Captain Blackwell, all crew to report to the main observation deck for debriefing. That is all."

As the message came through the speakers, Claudia glanced across at her fellow pilot with an unsure expression. Neither she, nor Paula had been told as much information as they would have wanted about this mission, but at least they knew more than most. Having been assigned as one of the Longbow's pilots, she had barely seen Paula since they got on board, and was missing her greatly, but at the same time, she was thrilled to be back on an actual ship after so many years of simulations back at the academy.

"Does that include us?", she asked as she flicked a couple of switches on the huge control panel that wrapped the entire way around her seat. Her straight red hair was tied into a simple ponytail that currently hung down over one shoulder, and she wore a short, red figure-huging dress that clung to her skin over every inch, with what looked to be an equally tight black bodysuit beneath it, covering her legs and arms.

"This is Captain Blackwell, all crew to report to the main observation deck for debriefing. That is all."

Commander Paula Dackers was in the armory, cleaning her trusty pistol. She was still sore that she couldn't bring her favorite assault rifle, but she hadn't used her sidearms in combat in a while. Her pistol didn't really need cleaning, but it helped her keep her cool.

When the announcement came, she sighed and ran her hand through her short red hair to move it away from her freckled face. She was currently wearing only the black, semi-form-fitting suit that went under her heavier white armor. There were little red lights all over it.

Paula took her time putting her pistol back together, slipped it back into its holster, and began walking toward the observation deck.

Chris was down in the engineer bay currently working on some various "side projects' he does just to pass his spare time normally not a sociable person unless spoken to first or during a mission he tends to keep to himself .. hearing the call from blackwell he stands up and looks over grabbing his cap adorning his engineer/tech specialist symbol on it he places it atop his head moving some hair from out in front of his eyes. He then turns and take shis handgun slipping it into the leg holster where he normally kept it along with his combat knife sheathing it in the small holder on top of his lighter chest armor lighter... less protective but oh so much more maneuverability.. and comfortable! with that he makes sure he has everything he should have when reporting to any station and turns walking from the area heading up to the observation deck ( one question since hes a techy etc etc.. could I make it to where hes "customized" some of his stuff? nothing to powerfull just edited the guns makeup to make it a little better than standard issue.. etc etc? if not thats fine as well! wanted to make sure its good before posting anything along the lines )

Joseph sits in his cabin looking carefully at a pillbox, "Bugger it all I am not crew" he mutters to himself slowly and carefully removing a pill from the box. He almost drools at it but forces himself to close up the box before sticking it in his mouth. He falls out his chair twitching and writhing on the floor the box standing up to the drop to the floor and the crushing weight of the man writhing above and against it. He had after all done this many times.

Adam was doing his thing, or one of the many things he did when the announcement came. In the middle of his workout regime, the man drops the weights he was working with. He grumbles a bit, "...right. As always -- the best time for them to bother me is when I'm doing stuff." He quickly dries himself off with a towel -- getting rid of all that sweat and such. The man moves some empty booze bottles from off of his clothes, and pulls on a work-acceptable outfit. With that he grabs his ID, takes a few seconds to adjust his hair in the mirror... and steps out into the hallway.

Despite the difference in temperature between his room and the hallway, he only shivers just a little bit. He has somewhere to be! Without a second of hesitation, he makes his way to the bridge -- flashing a smile to any ladies he might see.