[Noah never dreamed that it would come to this - literally. His dreams are peaceful, and he wants nothing more than for other people's to be the same. And yet it only took being on the ship for a year to change his mind. But if anything could, it's the Tranquility.

He looks tired, but who doesn't these days.]

I'm in need of a favour, perhaps a big one. I'm in the market for a certain form of training, hand-to-hand, no weapons. I'd like the focus to be on self-defense. I think.

[Suddenly reminded of those customers who used to come into his shop, wanting something but not having the slightest idea what.]

I've been unable to protect the people I care about, my fellow passangers, even myself. I'd like to change that. I believe I'm strong enough, and I'm no stranger to pain.

[He grimaces before his next words.]

I've just never cared much for hitting.

In return, you'd have my thanks, and a few dinners made with what's left of my stolen spice rack. I have saffron.

[Look, if that doesn't convince you nothing will.]

[ it's been more than a month since she landed herself on this ship, and she's gotten nowhere. she's beginning to understand how her arrival had been greeted with such pessimism and futility, and she can't help but imagine that the insomnia's a result of the near-death experience trying to make it back aboard the tranquility off of the cyllene being combined with an acute depression of realizing she's powerless to get her son back. she's been feeling pretty powerless across the board, lately.

her room's dark, because she's been tossing and turning in vain to try and get to sleep without success, so she doesn't bother turning on the video function. audio will have to do the trick. there's a sense of abject defeat in her voice, because she finally gets it - talking to sark aboard the cyllene, and then scrambling to get off of it. no one is going to rescue the tranquility and get them home, and any attempt at progress seems to be met with a glass ceiling.

they're stuck, and they're on their own. she's on her own. she hadn't realized how heavily she'd learned to rely on her family until she'd been denied their company. ]

If I want to help out with security on board the ship, how's that work? [ it's been a month, it's high time she accepted that she needs something to keep her busy and direct her energy towards or this funk isn't going anywhere. some savior. ] Is there like a training program or do I just track down some security office and sign my name on the dotted line?

[ there's the sound of shifting as she sits up in bed, because something else occurred to her. she'd never really seen a report published to the ship-wide network. just a video that didn't shed much light - her cynicism wants her to assume that's because there wasn't much to be found, but it's worth asking. ]

And while I'm at it; I saw some bad news about the new areas of the Tranquility, but I was on the Cyllene while people were exploring. Any more news to go with it? Are those areas still accessible, or did they close off when we undocked? [ or whatever the word for that is. ]

[ private to will graham ; no encryption ]

And, Graham - I found some clothes. Little on the dressy side, but they should fit. Where do you want me to bring them?

[ she's just tired enough to use the wrong name - the one that's more familiar, that makes her feel a little more secure, at least subconsciously. ]

[ When she flicks the device on, she's pulling away, like she very obviously set it onto something so she could look slightly down at it. When she pulls away, the camera gives a sight of a woman who looks like she's in her mid-thirties. She's dressed in, well, something close to a black catsuit, and she folds her arms over her chest while she looks at the item. If anything, she looks a touch annoyed, but that's the last of the emotion on her face, and when she speaks, her voice is painfully level. The most important thing to note is that at her hip, there's a flash of metal that could just be a rather sophisticated, cylyndrical weapon. ]

I've done my research, so I don't need the basics. I'm looking for details, or specs, if you have them. I've figured out that whoever took me has to be an idiot for giving me an opportunity to talk over these things, and leave me with my weapons.

[ A quirk of an eyebrow. ]

It's messy.

So, has anyone met them? Has anyone said why, or are they just idiots? If not, then I guess there's at least some mystery to whatever it is I've stepped into this time. I don't suppose it's too much to ask about who's on here, is it? Getting a scope of the field will help out more than anything else.