Xrun - The ship roles and rules
(For my au)
Roles
Med-mate - The one who works with more medicine and healing type of tasks. They work with things like bandages, herbs, and alot more to work with patching up shipmates after they've been in a fight or are sick. (Morgan, sticlafluier (learning med-mate))
Fighters - The shipmates who are usually the more trusted ones to be sent out to fight intruders or guard the ship. (Sparrow, drummer, brass, bubbels, xagon, crab)
Collectors - Shipmates who are usually sent out to collect food or supplies for both the med-mate and the ship itself. (Elk, ahoy, eyewatch, siren, bottle bass)
Captain - the captain of the ship.
Rules
1. Do not be loud
2. Respect others
3. Do not try to run off or run away
4. You must always do what is assigned to you, the only exception being when you're sick or injured
5. Relationships with anyone outside of the ship are forbidden
6. Do not collect what you shouldn't if you are a collector. This includes unneeded herbs (marijuana counts sparrow), rocks, human food, or human items (only exceptions being jewelry)
7. Do not bring med-mates into fights unless absolutely needed, from verbal to actual battles
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OCtober - day 2
Glass
(an epilogue to this story)
To his relief, this place had remained exactly the same through the years. It wasn’t exactly the finest establishment, but that’s what Dai liked about it. Lanterns hung from the ceilings and the windows were tinted so it always appeared to be just after dusk, no matter the time of day. As he looked around he saw most people who frequented here were locals, like in the past.
Alderyn, having changed out of the uniform but still in his disguise, raised his glass.
“To a successful mission.”
Dai clinked his against it.
“A successful start of a mission,” he corrected.
His boss nodded in agreement.
“I will personally pick a candidate this time, and I’ll start working on the selection process as soon as we get back to Kalerran.”
“You don’t have a candidate in mind yet?”
Dai was a little surprised to hear this. It sounded like he had planned every other aspect of the plan so far.
“Someone from around here, maybe?” he carefully suggested, deciding this was the moment to step into his role of advisor.
Alderyn laughed.
“If this is an application, don’t get your hopes up. Honestly: I considered it, but you’ll want to stay away from politics, believe me.”
It hadn’t even crossed Dai’s mind to fill the position himself, but hearing his boss be disapproving of it stung a bit nevertheless.
“You think I’m not up to the task?” he inquired.
“That’s not it,” Alderyn shrugged. “It’s just that politics can be extremely boring. Your talents would be wasted in that office. It’s just talking all day long.”
He downed the rest of his glass and grinned.
“Why else do you think I’m coming with you?”
“To tell me about the plan? To keep an eye on me? Honestly, I can think of a few reasons.”
A server passed by their table and Dai ordered another round of drinks in his native language. Earlier he had forbidden Alderyn from doing so, since his accent would give him away – and frankly, it was painful to listen to.
“It’s because I’m bored,” Alderyn admitted after the server had moved on. “…and also those other things.”
He looked at Dai, trying to read his face.
“Politics is a mind game, it’s smiling at each other while holding a dagger behind your back. To participate, you first have to understand the rules of the game. Since my promotion to general I’ve had to play along, but believe me, I’d choose ankle-deep mud in some cold, godforsaken encampment over being in the same room with a group of politicians any day.”
“I thought you enjoyed mind games,” Dai observed, sipping his drink.
“Thoroughly,” his boss admitted. “Unfortunately they come with being forced to spend time with people I find insufferable.”
“So you want to replace them too.”
Dai tried to phrase his remark in the most off-handed way, to see what his reaction would be. If he wanted mind games, that is what he would get.
Alderyn was at a loss for words, but quickly recovered, a slight smile showing on his face.
“Again, this would be considered treason by some people.”
“Of course.”
“But yes, in a purely hypothetical way – keeping in mind the best interests of the Empire, of course – I could think of some adjustments I would want to make.”
“Purely hypothetical,” Dai agreed.
They shared a look.
“That is of later concern, though. For now, I have a governor to appoint – after appearing shocked at these developments, of course. Things have obviously gotten out of hand, I think it would be best to relocate some troops to help with the transition of power, don’t you think?”
Dai considered this.
“More troops might create unrest among the locals. People will be speculating about who is responsible for this hit, and it will probably be blamed on some resistance group. Bringing in soldiers might be seen as a move from the Empire to reinforce their position, and cause people to push back. You’ll want to show them the troops are there for their benefit. Perhaps they could start by fixing some of the damage.”
Alderyn nodded, and Dai couldn’t help but feel like this had been a test.
“I see I chose my advisor well. It’s good to know I can safely leave this matter in your hands.”
Dai sat up a little straighter.
“You’re leaving?”
“Not just yet. I will have enough time to smooth things over and install a new governor. But the Emperor wants me to go east. He’s set his sights on Xagon, this time.”
“You’re saying you’re preparing for the biggest campaign since Adas Quadir, and I can’t come?”
Even though Dai was looking forward to spending some time back home again, this still hurt a little.
Alderyn smiled.
“Don’t worry, it’s going to be a long one. You’ll get your share of the action, as soon as things are back on track here.”
“Alright then,” Dai conceded.
Alderyn raised his glass again and smiled at his protégé.
“To us.”
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