IC:Now in Daylaria's office, Vilor, being the primary reason for the lack of standing room, finally took a more sociable tone at the promise of a good pay day.
"Guard work is low risk. I can agree to the work-the price is the only matter that remains. Is 2000 widgets each too much to ask?"
IC: Daylaria (after this post, I do believe she goes back to KNI)
"2,000 widgets each would feed half the koro for a day," Daylaria said, sighing; "I may have some access to the treasury, but paying each of you like kings is out of the question. I'll give your group 750 widgets apiece, and a bonus if you follow my orders precisely." Daylaria crossed her arms and waited, knowing full well that greed could be the determining factor. I really need this group, she thought with the beginnings of anxiety.
IC: [color=rgb(169,169,169);](Mons Shajs/Guard GQ/Ga-Koro)[/color]
[color=rgb(169,169,169);]"Sheesh, no need to be so snappy!" Shajs said. He took out his badge and placed it onto the desk. It was a battered, stained old thing. But it was still intelligible.[/color]
IC: NPC Receptionist @ Ga-Koro HQ
"Ah, thank you Corporal," the receptionist chimed with a smile before sliding the badge back across the desk to its skakdi owner. "The Vipes are busy at the moment, but I can check on your membership status for the voyage if you wait just a moment." She nodded to the grey and silver skakdi before pushing her chair out and leaving for the records room.
Half an hour later, the same matoran came back covered in a thick film of dust so dense she looked like a matoran of earth. "You're set for the voyage. It leaves tomorrow at dawn."
IC: Captain Iraira
Fog rolled across Naho bay until all the world was covered in a thick cloak of early morning damp. The scent of salt and seafoam permeated the shrunken visibility. Waves rolled meekly to the shore, lapping cool trails of wet sand like the paths of snails. Iraira lay in bed listening to the call of seabirds, staring at the mobile slowly revolving on its axis while she contemplated her role. The point of balance, that was what she held for the expedition. Without me, she thought, hand sliding behind her head while drawing a long, slow breath, what would become of the venture? The thought pulled Iraira out of bed.
As she strode through grey sunrise to the docks, her thoughts returned to Akiri Hahli's words from behind a mound of paperwork. The leader of Ga-Koro's expression would be forever burned into the Commander's mind as she had given the orders. Iraira had little time, but she felt a sense of accomplishment with the fruit of her labors, despite a large contingency of criminal backgrounds. Putting aside her memories, the toa of crystal stumbled sleepily into a bakery along the route.
"Good morning Viper Iraira," the friendly cashier said over the soft jangling of the welcome bell, no sign of sleep deprivation in her sparkling yellow eyes. "Shall it be the usual today?"
"Morning, yes," She grumbled, hands fumbling awkwardly with her drawstring money pouch. Three bronze widgets were slapped on the counter by a foreign hand, causing Iraira to look up into the eyes of her friend. "Hello Day."
"Hi Knight," Daylaria responded with a sweet smile; "Karz, you look worse than I do. Slept any?" The Valkyr frowned, a look of concern passing across her brow.
"You know I can't sleep properly the night before a voyage," Iraira replied with a yawn; "tossed and turned thinking of every little thing. I don't remember the tide charts for the area very well, and they've changed with the sinking no doubt. No more islands to break up the water."
Daylaria nodded thoughtfully at Iraira's comment. "You'll figure it out; I know you will."
"It just gives me a headache sending the crew somewhere they don't know. Well, most don't. I just pray to Mata-Nui that I can keep the one's who do in line."
"That's been bothering me actually," the larger being admitted as they left the shop to the happy sounds of come again and thank you for your patronage; "why did you offer those criminals a hand aboard ship?"
Iraira laughed with a mouthful of pastry, the morning haul tucked in a paper bag under her arm. Swallowing the flaky bite, she replied; "I'm looking for ruins and sunken things, Day. What better group of people to use than thieves who specialize in finding what they shouldn't have while pretending to look the other way?"
The vessel bobbed along the dock, slowly sinking deeper into the water as equipment was loaded from the crane attached to the mainmast. Iraira spoke briefly with the foreman about inventory, stressing the importance of what went into her cabin directly before the crew arrived. Wooden boxes nailed shut, packing straw dangling from between the slats, were quickly arranged in her personal quarters to the Captain-Commander's relief. The official crew had yet to arrive, and Iraira spent the next hour walking the breadth of the ship with gleaming eyes, shivering in the chill fog. The pasties slowly dwindled until only crumbs remained in the paper bag.
"Hope to see you again," Iraira said with a grouchy frown, tossing the crumpled packaging overboard before heading back into the Captain's cabin. Lipa was waiting. The look of necromancy tugging at her eyes, a cup of tea steaming outstretched in her hand. Iraira blinked, attempting to connect the possibility of Lipa being tired to a reality.
“What’s wrong? Had a hard night,” Iraira asked quizzically while scratching her kanohi hau. Lipa raised a hand to stifle a yawn, handing the tea over to her superior. The matoran shrugged then plodded out of Iraira's beeline for the chair.
“It’s not exactly working hours,” the messenger admitted; “and I thought I would be having today off, since you’re embarking to Kumu Islets.”
Iraira scrunched her brow and took a sip. Mint.
“So you partied.”
“More or less," Lipa admitted absently, a vacant glaze falling across her body, a shell without its ghost. Iraira tried to laugh, but only succeeded in choking on the tea, a splutter of liquid splashing across the floor.
“You should take a vacation or something while I’m gone," Iraira said with a personal flair; "Actually, would you be willing to finish the forms on my desk first? Akiri Hahli needed a few things reallocated in the military budget, something about Koro improvements. Anyway, see that it’s done, will you?”
Lipa tapped her fingers to her forehead. “Of course, Captain.”
“Then you’re dismissed,” Iraira said with a flutter of her tea cup while Lipa turned on her heel and left the cabin, the lock clicking sharply into place. The toa of crystal sighed, finally letting the yawn that had been threatening her since Lipa arrived free from her mouth. A few minutes more and Iraira left the cabin herself to greet her crew. A gangway had been laid out from the rail to the dock, letting the crew walk easily aboard instead of having to climb the side rail like Iraira had.
None of them were particularly salty, but all her crew had shown considerable talent during dive training. One of the last to board was one of the vortixx, his ubiquitous backpack still strapped across the shoulders. Iraira greeted him as he reached the top of the gangway.
"Welcome aboard Private Soirk," Iraira said with a hearty slap to the vortixx's back as he clambered over the gunnels. "You'll be working on keeping us in the right direction. Any last words before we set sail?"
Krios flashed the Toa a dry smile. "Last request: if I don't make it out of this, bury my riches with me. I don't care who gets the backpack."
He paused a moment, then dropped his voice a bit and added, "Oh, and make sure my headstone reads... well, not 'Soirk'. You know what I mean."
"That'll cost a good death," Iraira winked, her voice lowered as well. "Though I'd prefer if you don't die in general. I'd lose my cartographer."
"Can't say I disagree with you." returned the black-clad Vortixx, cold blue eyes a bit warmer than usual. "But enough banter; let's get this barge underway. Anyone else aboard I ought to meet?"
Iraira chuckled at Krios' question. "Trust me, you'll all be introducing yourselves soon enough."
Half an hour later, they pushed from port and set sail, hugging the harbor until Naho Bay was placed behind. Salt soon coated the joints of every sailor, the open ocean swelling to meet her newest prize.
OOC: alright, we've set sail. Please wait to post for a little bit. Thanks so greatly much.