Singular Space (NOW HIRING! Positions available: Captain)

[Nalaris]

Look, flyboy, that man's not apart of this crew, it's not my job to treat intruders! He could be armed! He could be dangerous, my heck, who knows what he is? If you were bleeding to death, sparky...well, I'd probably let you die, but it's not blood keeping me from that freak!

[AoM]

Well hell! I'm not afraid of some guy without any legs! Let's find out who he is and why he's on our g'damned ship!

[Pie]

An get him some pain killer for gods sake. As for me....*He then gets up frome the chair and heads twards the engin door* I have to go fix me a ship.*

[Nalaris]

If anyone wants to, you know, do something, feel free. I'm not going to rip your throat out or anything. I think we need the captain to hurry up and decide what to do with the screaming man.

[Leo Luncid]

Out of character: Real sorry guys. I hope no one has deserted this game yet, for everyone's sakes.

Captain Seid Fhmi attempts to use a device able to transfer his voice to the sickbay, so that he doesn't have to yell throughout the small ship. "Mr. Smirg, since you're already there you shall be to one to confirm whether the man is able to do any harm or not. Mrs. Phobic, do stay calm as we are a crew working to keep each other alive. Keep that man alive unless any hostility has occured. You and Mr. Smirg will know what to do at that point."

[Pie]

(OOC Whos Mr smirg again? I think we should have our next post be a post telling peaople who peaople are.)

As flinch steps into the engin room, he sees a lot of problems,(Example, a toob sending coolant has been severd) And he gets to work, renching were renching needs to be, and replasing the coolant tube, after shutting of th coolant that is. Also, there is coolant all over the ground, but thankfulley he has a mechanics suit on, so he wont be hurt.

[Fleegle]

(OOC: I'm Mr. Steven Smirg, the bodyguard/weapons guy)

"He doesn't look dangerous, he's kinda scrawny and I don't think I need to mention that he's got no legs... still, I'll keep my gun on 'im while Ms. Phobic works on 'im, case he tries somethin'" Smirg radios back. He pulls out his pistol and holds it at his side.
"If you can, tell me who you are and how you got on this ship." Smirg commands the legless man. "We're gonna try an' fix you up, but don't think I won't blast your head and undo all her work if you go about tryin' anything tricky."

[AoM]

Where to now, Captain?

[Leo Luncid]

Captain Fhmi rubbed his forehead as he dropped himself to a chair.
"Do remind me of our exact location..."

[Nalaris]

For reference, we're just outside the asteroid field, almost halfway to our destination.

Amanda approaches the man, feeling quite safe with Smirg and his gun three feet away. Well, safer. She grabs some anesthetic and goes to work on the man, who's still screaming, now incoherently.

When Amanda touches the man, he dissapears entirely![/b]

[Fleegle]

At the sight of the man's disappearance, Smirg flinches and draws his gun. He swings around in a state of apprehension, in case the man somehow reappeared behind him. Though he cannot see anyone, he refuses to let his guard down.
"Where the hell did he go?" Smirg demands, looking incredulously at Amanda. "What the hell is going on here?". Turning to his radio, "Er, sir, our, um, patient seems to have disappeared, just vanished into thin air! Gone!"

[Nalaris]

Amanda just stares at the place where the patient used to be, her face ashen.[/i]

[Leo Luncid]

Out of character: Shoot, my bad.

Captain Fhmi leans forward and reached his radio. "Search for him, or at least any source you can find of the illusion. Go with Mrs. Phobic and proceed with caution." He stands up to the rest and nods. "That applies to all of you."

"Mr. Matters, continue to our planned destination. Describe anything you find worth mentioning." He gets back to his desk, reading things to keep in mind.

[Nalaris]

The engines are still fried. Going anywhere will most likely leave you dead in space within hours.

Amanda begins poking around for the man, very cautiously...

but finds nothing.

[AoM]

Can't go anywhere safely 'til the mechanic fixes the busted engine, Captain. Don't want to end up drifting do we? I'll monitor the scanners and look out for things if you want, but until Flinch gets his arse in gear and fixes us up, we ain't going nowhere.

Ira brings up the long range scanners and tries to determine if the small ship that sent the distress signal is still around. (Assuming that the distress signal was real and not purely a trick of the pirates.) All this stress of pirates, asteroids and disappearing legless men is annoying and maybe these victims have some sort of compensation to give to their would-be rescuers...