Setting: Spaaaaaace!

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Jacob Taylor is hard at work in his starship's armory. He's in charge of maintaining an impressive array of assault rifles, heavy pistols, grenade launchers, and other implements of destruction and defense. Jacob's aware that the lives of his friends and crewmates might depend on the condition of these weapons. It's a job he takes seriously, and it's a job he's good at.

When your character enters, Jacob turns away from his electronic console to greet them.

"Hey. Can I help you with something?"

Comments

[torpedos]

"No thanks, I'm just looking around." She smiles brightly and turns away to admire a wall of rifles.

Angela's a recent transfer to the ship, and doesn't officially start a duty rotation until tomorrow but she wants to get a feel for the place. Besides, she's been pretty excited to see what kind of artillery they're packing ever since she got the transfer notice.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

"You must be the new transfer." Jacob smiles back a little, then steps forward to shake his new crewmate's hand. "Jacob Taylor, welcome aboard. Let me know if you need help finding anything in here."

It's nice to see a fresh face, especially one that's upbeat and interested in his work.