(Player: Meghan Chalmers-McDonald
- Chapters 4 to current)
Catherine is the ship’s liaison. She provides a point of contact between all potential clients and the rest of the crew. She is an attractive, young lady who has seen a lot of hardship in her life.
- Jennifer Hecton – Venowin Director of Operations
- Officer Hughes – Sarech police detective.
- Niche – Inter-system fence for mid-range items.
- Madam Olga Raki – A full flourish fortune teller for the well connected and fence for fine stolen goods.
Catherine Stapleton’s Medical File
Data Pad Catherine’s datapad
Give a two or three word description of yourself.
Flexible. Professional. Quiet.
What do you perceive as your greatest strength?
I try to be prepared for almost anything. In my closet are 3 different emergency travel bags. One is for last minute business travel, where I must be able to look professional and self-possessed in a far away place in a short time. One is for rough survival, where I might be on a abandoned planet for a period of time on short notice. Last is a space travel emergency pack, should I ever need to abandon ship at short notice. (My boss doesn’t know about the third one, and I would like to keep it that way, thank you very much.)
What is your most obvious flaw or weakness?
I often times assume I am far more prepared than I really am. Sometimes its something that I can adlib and use presence to make up for substance. Sometimes its me thinking that I’ve already taken care of something that I haven’t. I hate it when I do that.
Briefly describe a defining moment in your youth and how it influenced your life.
When I was a child I lived on (post viral-apocalypse planet) close to the po-dunk little space-port we had. Our planet had stabilized into being able to provide food for passing ships, also “entertainment.” My mother worked really hard to take care of me, but she would always have different boyfriends in and out of the house. One day I walked in on my mom fighting with one of her boyfriends.
He started to hit her. I was only eight. Mama didn’t see me but the guy looked up at me and smiled. I freaked out. I ran away to my room and grabbed a bag, stuffed whatever clothes I could get my hands on and a couple of cans of food on my way out. I ran to an abandoned building I knew, and I hid there. I hid there for five days, mostly living off of berries and plants that were growing in chinks of the building. I forgot to pack a can-opener so those cans full of food taunted me until my hunger drove me back home to steal the can-opener.
I was so convinced that the guy had killed Mama and was still there. I snuck so quietly to the house, slipped in and there was Mama, sitting at the kitchen table crying into her supper.
I suppose I learned two things from that. One, always be prepared because when shit happens you’re going to forget something. Second, don’t jump to conclusions. Third, don’t stay with creeps.
Who is your most trusted ally and why?
In the end, I suppose, myself. The Paul and Doctor Graham are great, people, don’t get me wrong, but they’re always running off. The ”can man” (the guy who keeps this bucket of bolts we call a ship running) is nice enough but he’s wholly devoted to his One True Love (the ship.) No one really is looking out for me, but that’s ok. I can look out for myself. Really.
Who do you despise and why?
Edmund Pilsner. The creep I married. I was a dancer at Tatia’s on the home planet. I wasn’t one of the late-night girls, I wasn’t that desperate, yet. But there I was and Edmund swooped in, owner of a fancy ship and took a liking to me. I was desperate to get off the planet, to not live like my mom, I guess I just let him sweep me off my feet. I ignored all the things that bothered me until I found myself living as a virtual pet and trophy on a Grey planet. First two years seemed wonderful, I was well taken care of. Third year I found out that I couldn’t leave the city, much less the planet. No one would take me off the ship.
He didn’t even seem care about me once we were married. He’d ignore me, sleep with god knows what, and then trot me out for business meetings. First I tried to prove my worth to him, I charmed the families of his customers, worked to getting him good deals. He shunned me even more after that… couldn’t take the competition I guess. I had to work hard to earn money under the counter. I did a couple of cat-burglaries, getting gems, high tech, some industrial espionage gigs. Nothing too big, mind you, just simple things. Just enough to get the money and build up a fake identity to get the hell off that planet and away from him.
BIll Forrester. He must die. Or at least be fired. During our time on Carriet, when we were being attacked by religious zealots, he tried to throw me onto a grenade. Then the asshole tried to thank me for it. I will begin the search for an appropriate replacement immediately.
For what would you die for?
I have no desire to be a martyr. They’re overrated anyhow. Its easy to die, much harder to live.
Besides, what would I really die for? I don’t know.
Why have you chosen to risk your life as a career?
It’s a hell of a lot better than living in a cage with a sadistic creep.
Describe your dreams and ambitions.
Getting off the ship and having an active role in what is going on would be a nice short term goal. Long term, I guess I’d eventually like a nice home on a somewhat settled, probably neutral planet, with a nice grave in the back where the head stone reads “here lies the worlds smallest dick and the asshole who had to live with it.”
Some goats, a horse, and a property that runs up against a river. A nice small ship to make jumps to a store for trade when I need it, or want it. Maybe a dance studio.
How do you generally treat others?
Politely. There is no reason to be rude to people you don’t know. Then, generally, if I like the person, I’ll still treat them nicely, but familiarity does allow for a bit more zing in a conversation.
How do others typically react to you?
Smiles mostly. Especially from the men. I’m nice to them, they’re nice to me. Nice all around.
When do you consider it okay to kill (under what circumstances)? When do you consider it wrong to kill (under what circumstances)?
Self-defense. If you’re coming after my life, you’re putting your life on the line to do it. Or, at least that’s my theory. I managed to stay out of killing situations up until this point.
I don’t think that it is right to act as someone’s judge, jury and executioner. If the person has surrendered, you don’t shoot them in the back of the head, ever.
What is the one task you would absolutely refuse to do?
I don’t pretend to be anyone’s mother. Don’t ask me to cook, clean, or wash for you. Take care of your own damn messes.
%% And a few questions from The Famous Pivot Questionnaire %%
1. What is your favorite word? Hashari. Haven’t the foggiest what it means, but it sounds lovely, doesn’t it? Its an adjective, I know that much.
2. What is your least favorite word? Cock. Seriously ugly word that’s used in a very ugly way.
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Weightlessness.
4. What turns you off? Men I don’t know or like leering at me. Jumpsuits don’t hide very much you know.
5. What is your favorite curse word? va te faire (Cursing in French always just sounds better.)
6. What sound or noise do you love? That particular sound that Paul makes when he’s discovered that someone (I) have drunk the last of the coffee before he’s had the chance to have any in the morning.
7. What sound or noise do you hate? You know that sound the ship makes right before it breaks down? That one.
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Circus Acrobat.
9. What profession would you not like to do? Dairy Farmer.
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Welcome. Right this way to your next life. How does Dolphin sound to you?