Birthplace: Planet Houston
Race: Libertonian
Age: 16 (And a half!)
Sex: Female
Hair: Bright Yellow-Blonde
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'3
Holly was raised on Denver by her mother and father. Growing up in a very poor family gave her a humble disposition and an amazing ingenuity for fixing the trinkets she scavenged from various junkyards and from the Junker traders that docked occasionally. Her mother, doing all she could for her only child, taught her as best she could with whatever workbooks and homemade learning outlets she could get her hands on. Almost 17 and wanting something more for her family and herself, Holly found a help wanted ad in a local gazette requesting a communications officer for a Synth Foods Transport. Crossing her fingers she worked all night getting a junked comm beacon to transmit a signal to a representative. With a loud *Beep* the comms system booted up...
Not a young man, Captain Thrayson has maintained an honorable record of trade missions with Synth Foods in his 38 years of service with the company. Draff has been implored many times to retire with his dignity, and be forever remembered as one of the great and praiseworthy transport captains of his time. His response? If I wanted to stop flying I would. Its as simple as that. Im just not ready to give this up; this is what drives me. Draff is a man of few words, and they are almost always right on track. When confronted with difficult situations he finds no qualms with taking the cowards way out, if it is the wisest option available. The only thing he admittingly regrets is his inability to carry out certain actions on his transports. I used to be able to jump to the weapons console and bark out orders to my officer, sprint down a Trains main shaft to patch a coolant leak, and much more that I took for granted. Im old now; I simply cant do those things anymore. Retirement is coming, but not yet. Im not ready to give this up.
Helv Torne
Engineering/Helm Control
Birthplace: Unknown
Race: Unknown (Bretonian and Kusarian are likely ethnicities)
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Hair: Midnight Black
Eyes: Gray
Height: 510
Tall, strong, and not afraid to speak her word, Helv is very proficient at her position. Despite her standoffish appearance, she is a kind and motherly person towards her close friends. Extremely passionate at her work and exceedingly self-sacrificing towards her shipmates, times in which she speaks of herself are few and far between.
Reddy Blast Thompson
Weapons Control
Birthplace: Newark Station
Race: Libertonian
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Eyes: Brown
Height: 57
Energetic and spunky, the appropriately nicknamed Blast is a wiz-kid when it comes to firepower. His cockiness is clearly evident the second Draff asks for an enemy weapons report, but he has every reason to show it. How consistent can the enemy fire on us before he has to recharge? Got it. How will our shields hold up under their firepower? Got it. What percentage do we of surviving with our skins inside the ship? Dont got it; but give him a few years. He just might.
OOC: Holly is the main character and will stay in the roster -most likely- indefinitely.
(Uh, is this thing on?... Oh-!) Uh, hello! I'm looking to fill the position you have out for a- ...Oh! I forgot to tell you my name! I'm no good at this, I'm sorry. I'm Holly. Holly Hawkins. I saw the wanted ad out for a communications officer aboard the transport Synth.Foods-Convoy|801 and I thought I would send this applica-
*Tchhht-cht-chtt*
...
(Whoops! ...? There we go!) Sorry, this comm is pretty old, I just finished patching it up to send transmissions off Houston. Anyways-!
I never attended a real school, my mom taught me, but I still think I have what it takes for this position! I've always been really good with machines and technology, so I think I should be more than qualified to be a communications officer. I might even be able to do some in-flight repairs! Sorry... I'm getting ahead of myself. I just want to do something more. Life on Houston is fine, but- I don't know... I'll quit while I'm ahead, I guess.
*The door opens and a courier asks Ms. Holly Hawkins?
Yes
* The courier hands across a transmission printout and turns to depart. Have a nice day, miss.
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From: Synth Foods Inc. Office of Human Resources, Planet Manhattan, New York System
To: Ms. Holly Hawkins, Planet Houston, Texas System
Ms. Hawkins,
Oddly enough the position you reference had been filled for several weeks, but has just re-opened. The gentleman who was hired for the position on Convoy 801 sent us a message from Newark just hours before your message about taking another position with Universal Shipping.
The captain and crew of Convoy 801 are ready for first flight and are now behind schedule.
Please proceed to Planet Manhattan on the next available transport. You will find a pre paid ticket at the will call counter under your name.
Upon arrival please report to Synth Foods Inc. Corporate Dock facility.
Convoy 801 will depart as soon as you are onboard. Employment processing can be taken care of remotely during flight.
Welcome to Synth Foods Inc.
William Jackson
Human Recourses Consultant
Holly read the message once. She read it again. It took until the fifth time for the shock to subside, and for her to believe it.
"Yes!" The girl pumped a fist in the air.
"What is it Holly?" An older woman with graying blonde hair asked as she came into the room.
Holly turned to her mother with a grin that reached all the way across her face. "I got it! I got the position!"
"That's wonderful!" Her mother said without a second thought, then seemed to quiet down in contemplation. "...When do you leave?"
Holly's lip twisted a little. "As soon as I can; they're waiting for me." She gave her mother a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll visit all the time. This is for you and Dad. I'm gonna get you guys off of this planet, okay?"
"Don't worry about us Holly, go out there and experience something new." She smiled sincerely and embraced her daughter in a hug. "I'm proud of you."
The girl wiped away a stray tear. "Thanks, Mom." She unwrapped herself from the woman. "I've gotta pack!"
Graham sit by his table on the office. He looked up at all he paperwork he has to finish, pressed the record button and thought. "I better get started..."
-Incoming transmission-
Com ID: Bretonia CEO Graham Knight
Location: Synth Foods, Inc. headquarters in New London system, Planet New London
Callsign: Synth Foods Convoy 313
Transmitted to: Synth Foods, Inc. Headquarters, Liberty Division. Planet Manhattan, New York System.
-Open transmission-
Good day. I've been quite under schedule lately. I hope you excuse me for absence. It's time to hand out promotions.
Trainee Holly Hawkings to Junior Executive
I couldn't help but notice professional work that you and the crew of 801 have been doing. Remarkable skill in one so young. Seeing much potential in you the corproation table have decided to grant you status of Junior Executive directly.
I've been trying my hardest, and I'm glad it's been enough. Working for Synth has been a real learning experience, and a lot of fun. I look foward to continuing to do my best for the company.
Captain Thraeson has decided to bring the "Sunstrider" Mammoth class transport vessel out of dry dock, and have it refitted accordingly, due to its marked inactivity.