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Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

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Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Tavey » Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:47 pm

(set a day before arrival on Dyton.)

The previous four days had been more or less uneventful. Paperwork, healing, talking, some tears. She and Tarragon had made a dinner that was both simple and filling, yet satisfied Tarra's need for the fancy all at the same time. They were learning how to share the galley.

Slowly learning.

Kynthia was muttering to herself. Already the ship was beginning to show some signs of the hard burn that they needed to get done in order to get to Dyton on time. The engine was not exactly complaining. It was built for exactly that kind of thing after all. But some of the modifications that had been done to the small ship were stressing slightly.

THe ship needed to be ripped apart again. Or sold and a new one bought. That might do the trick. Kynthia had begun to hunt for alternatives on the Cortex. You never knew what was going to fall into your lap.

However, on the whole, it felt good to be on the move, and for a paying job no less. That was even better. She had a chance to pay the crew some time during this run. In fact, looking at the accounts, she needed to change a lot of things. They weren't going to have so much money available all the time. Some of the luxuries would have to become just that again. Luxuries.

There was an odd sound that hummed through the ship. With a lurch of her stomach, Kynthia bolted up the ladder and into the hallway. She walked along it, pressing her ear to the wall on occasion to listen. The ship was complaining about something but she didn't know what just yet. The sound was so faint it was almost non existent. Finally, Kynthia shook her head. Probably just a loose panel somewhere. They'd have a look at it on Dyton.

"Sam!" she called, needing to let the brusque second in command know something. "I have to leave the ship. You get her down on the co-ordinates. I will meet you there. Got something as has come up. I have to take one of the shuttles and get onto the planet ahead of you. Worth some shrapnel coming in. An' we needs the cash to keep moving."

TAG - Sam.

Kynthia was unwilling to say much more. She was taking a chance on this new venture. Could fire off beautifully, or make her a joke among Captains. Still, the allure of what was on offer was too good to miss.

"I will meet you in one day at the rendezvous. We'll be picking up our passenger to Hera there. Don't be late."

TAG

She poked her head into the lounge, looking around for a moment. "Listen up, we're nearly there. I got an errand to run. Got some folk to go and see. So I am heading out ahead of time. Soto, please keep an ear on the engine. She's rumbling on that fuel. Tarra and Ameri, you two keep safe and try and stop Nakali from using all the Cortex available if you can. Man's been burning up a hole in the Black with that stuff. You'd think he was porn shoppin' with the Raison Twins, the amount of time he's been on there."

TAG - Tarra, Soto, Ameri, Nakali, Lu.

She crooked a finger at the kid. "Want a ride?" she asked. "Go get yourself into shuttle 2, I'll be up in a minute."

TAG - Bug

It would keep him out of the way for a while. She'd let him pilot the shuttle too for a few. Foolhardy, but he needed to learn sooner rather than later.

A few moments later, shuttle 2 slid smoothly out of it's niche on the Firefly and headed off towards the planet ahead.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Tavey » Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:51 pm

A few minutes later, Kynthia growled quietly. She shook her head.

"Here, you go the controls. See that big round thing Bug? Fly towards it." she said as she slipped out of her seat and went to the cortex.

Punching in a number, she waited a moment for Paul's ident to show up.

"This is Kynthia. We're on our way, The Monarch will be at the location you specified in one day. I know we're late. Had us an injury or two to deal with. " she said "But I am lookin' forward to seein' you soon."

TAG - Paul.

She grinned and took her seat again, watching Bug carefully.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Jake Sjet » Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:29 pm

Was that meant to happen?

Nabaal watched as a screen attached to one metal bulk head of the engine room lit up with undulating bar graphs, a single pie chart, and a ticking count dwon timer. Words like ‘Port/Starboard Thruster Nozzle Alignment’ and ‘Plasma Race Track Confinement Stream’ appeared on the teeny tiny screen, along with many a drop down option box.

Was any of that meant to happen?

He looked down into the large, ring bound book in his hand. It was a heavy tome, its front and back cover’s made of thick insulated plastic. “Tokomaks and You: Stars Trapped in Invisible Bottles” was the cheery tile, to which on its back cover someone had scrawled ‘Don’t Panic’ in cheery pink nail polish. What was there to panic about? Nabaal use to work one of these things back in the War, seen people sucked out of tiny thumb sized breeches in the hull.

If you were lucky, someone would shoot you before it was to late for mercy in those situations.

No...not a lot to panic about really.

But like any technical skill, it was a use it or lose it. And Nabaal was very close to losing it. He flicked the cover over and, looking over his shoulder, pulled a small pair of glasses from his pocket. They sat delicately on the tip of his nose, and the words on the ring binders page came to life. Well, at least when he held the book out at arms length.

“When...electro-mag...magnetic containment field reaches a threshold volume of...of...four point....slash....dot ...” he looked closer “Wiggly line with a Z in it? Since when was English NOT the tongue of the realm?”

He tossed the book to one side, letting its plastic cover slam into the wall and then clink against the floor. Bright pink assurances glares up at him, taunting the old soldier. He stalked around the large spinning engine, the tiny spoke like protrusion revealed from within its thick radiation housing, which had been pulled back. He knew, right now, with the engines just thrusting up against gravity, the main reactor wouldn’t be all that dangerous.

But when they were in the black, and they needed to get moving fast...

Well, odd things happened to people who kept the cowling off during the long boost from world to world, and star for star. Sometimes it was simple radiation burns, or more weird and outlandish tales of people fusing with the hulls of their ship. There was even the story of an Alliance frigate, engine damaged, that tried to boost away from a fight. Tale goes her engines lit off alright, but after that it was like God was pulling at it from a hundred different directions. Like taffy stretched it its breaking point the frigate simple...evaporated, a momentary impressionist art piece on a black canvas.

But that was a story for bars where the liquor was cheap, and mostly water. Right?

Nabaal shut the cowling slowly to make sure not to upset whatever god was watching over those who broke the laws of physics. He placed his hands on the covered engine, closed his eyes and spoke.

“Oh Great...and fluffy lord...” he tilted his head back, looking the ceiling “Please watch over...all of us who ride in the rocket ship...who will soon break the laws of Einstein and Newton...and make sure we’re not all turned into elastic molecule strings stretched between the end of the worlds. Amen...”

After that, and during the four days of hard boost from Silence to Dyton, Nabaal had said that prayer...what? Seven times? And he’d only averted one small fusion cell break down, a solar panel that refused to move on its tiny motors and look at the sun, and a pesky demon riding roughshod in the Monarchs landing gear.

And he had a new white hair to show for it, wonderful...he sat down in the lounge, a big text book in hand, and opened it one more time to the contents page. He’d scribbled under each chapter which he’d read, and carefully hand written notes on each chapter with his thoughts and old ideas.

“Chapter Four: Ceramic Race Track Lining Maintenance.” He nodded, and closed the book “Sounds downright thrilling...I need a scotch...”

That was when the shaking started, the ship trembling in a moment of agonised pain before, with a screech of tormented metal something came free. Soto had enough time to look up, through the curved glass window of the lounge’s roof, and see a spinning, mirror like solar panel go its merry way into the black.

“Well..” his face was red with anger now, shaking a ball fist at the rapidly shrinking object “Good riddance to you ya piece of Xiancho!!”

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Kris » Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:14 pm

Lu sat in he lounge and stared at her hands as she listened to Kynthia saying she had to leave before them. Looking at the group around her at the table, she sighed and got up and went over to Ameri.

"Hey Ameri, can I talk to you for a minute?" She still looked a little green. Her food had been settling a bit more but she'd been getting sick each morning and it was taking it's toll on her. She needed something that would help her feel better.

Glancing over to Tarra, she gave her the look of I need something very simple to eat and hoped she would catch on. Right now, she just needed some medicine to make herself feel better.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby KendleRJ » Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:03 am

Kynthia poked her head into the Lounge, looking around for a moment. "Listen up, we're nearly there. I got an errand to run. Got some folk to go and see. So I am heading out ahead of time. Soto, please keep an ear on the engine. She's rumbling on that fuel. Tarra and Ameri, you two keep safe and try and stop Nakali from using all the Cortex available if you can. Man's been burning up a hole in the Black with that stuff. You'd think he was porn shoppin' with the Raison Twins, the amount of time he's been on there."

"Safe is such a relative word," said Tarragon, wondering what kinds of mischief they could get into on a closed boat in the middle of the Black. She exchanged a look with Ameri and smiled at her; no matter what happened, that girl would be safe aboard.

Tarra's eyebrow raised at Nakali. "You heard the Captain, Nakali." Her lips twisted into a wry grin. "Cut down your porn to a bare minimum." Her eyes were mischievous, and she turned from him and stood to take stock behind the counter for foodstuffs.

~Tag Nakali

Lu was looking peaked, but it wasn't really surprising. Despite the need for bland, she would also need her strength for two. So, instead of just making those plain biscuits which she had frozen batter for to do them through at least 3 more breakfasts, there was some of that fruit from Silence, those apples Lu seemed to take a shine to. Considering her morning cooking, baked apples with those biscuits seemed the ticket indeed. They wouldn't be too rich, and they would set the right tone to the scent of the ship.

"I'll make them plain biscuits again, Lu, but have something else a little more special in mind, if that's ok?" Tarra said, and smiled at their Pilot. It would be something so as she could have it in the cockpit in case somethin happened. Dyton wasn't the friendliest of places.

~Tag Lu

And Mr. Nabaal, who Tarra could now only think of as Gunny, was swearing at the ship. Placed in an uncomfortable situation, he didn't look as though he knew the Engines all that well. Sol had left them, and now Kynthia... they were at the mercy of a man cramming like a student to be able to run their ship and its Engines. "Mixed company, Gunny!" she poked at him after he let loose that little Chinese Curse Bomb.

~Tag Nabaal

Her green eyes sparkled, mouth twisting with humour as she continued on her tasks in the Kitchen. It was almost like before; almost comfortable, easy conversation. But so much had changed, so many were gone; Tarra glanced over at Chris's usual chair, still tempted to lean over and encourage him to join in the conversation. And she sought out the others out of habit; reassuring presences and protectors, but they were gone. They would all need to step up now.

Her mind had wandered, she was staring at nothing in the centre of the dining room, imagining a presence and, feeling a rather warm something touching her arm, she realized with a start that she had gotten too close to the stove. Shaking her head, she came back into herself and backed away to a safer distance, continuing her cooking as though nothing had happened.

"So, Ameri, have you worked up an appetite for something special yet?" Tarra reviewed all of her foods that were available. Hopefully, there would be plenty of opportunity to pick up a few more things once they arrived on Dyton. There was something up the cupboard that she would have to discard, and it would fetch a pretty penny for the ship and her Crew. Giving anything to the Chef of the boat meant sharing it with them all, and as she considered this, and the origins of whence it came, she realized all the more that it was probably meant as just that. And nothing else.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Jake Sjet » Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:03 pm

Nakali smiled and tapped the long rolled out screen of the strange looking computer. With an obedience that seemed servile, the screen darkened from where he’d been working, and the paper thin sheet rolled back into the ornately, apparently hand crafted key board/hard drive held in his left hand.

“I was only looking out for the captains bets interests. She won’t be able to find a good man without first finding the right lure.” He grinned at Tarra as he slipped the device away “I can’t be held responsible for what packages might come for her from such far of places as Zion and Londinium...I only ask she put on a fashion show for those that hold a Y chromosome.”

“Mixed company! MIXED COMPANY!” Nabaal raged, turning back to face Tarra “I spend the last three days coaxing that little vermin encrusted crater of a solar panel to look at the sun, and the day after I get it workin’ right it goes and snaps off! I fix one thing, I end up with another! I can do only so much with the tool god went and gave me on the ends of each arm!”

He plucked up the ring binder and stormed off towards the engine.

“Keep a ear on that engine Soto, ships rumbling a tad she says...Rumbling my ass this ships in need of a gorram Sheppard to say the last rights!” his words trailed off into the companion way joining the engine to the mess, his many curses and oaths though might well have been picked up by aliens a billion light years away.

“That man...has a talent.” Nakali muttered, watching him go “Not entirely sure if its engine related though.”

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Sam Crerar » Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:08 pm

Sam headed out of the cargo bay and into the lounge to hear Soto ranting as he walked off. She also saw a solar panel floating off away from the ship. "Soto! Why are things flying off my ship? Your job is to keep things from flying off my ship, 'cept bodies, them's allowed to go, but if it's mechanical, you're suppose to keep it attached! And don't be talkin' bout the 'arch that way, you'll hurt her gorram feelings... And Ky'd shove you out an airlock."

Although Sam wouldn't admit it, she felt weird being in charge of the ship with Ky on her shuttle run. Hopefully nothing horrible would happen, that'd be just her luck. "You treat the ship like a lady, and she'll be with us for the rest of our lives. And no, it ain't cause she's no death-trap. So spare yer sheppardy last rights and go-se and fix the damn ship!"

She turned and looked at Tarra. "Two less people eating tonight, Tarra...I claim seconds."
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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Kris » Fri Apr 24, 2009 8:30 am

Lu looked to Tarra while waiting on Ameri to answer her, "That's fine, as long as I can handle it. The biscuits have been great though, thanks for them."

She sat back down next to Ameri and waited. She really needed something to make herself feel more like herself so she didn't have to sneak away from the cockpit and leave the ship on auto when she wasn't supposed to.

Closing her eyes, she fought off being sick again, she'd already been sick this morning when she woke up and couldn't handle it anymore. She had to get it to stop, and even simple foods weren't helping it when it came to getting sick.

This is the first time she'd felt sick after already being sick and she wanted to make sure everything was alright. The problem was, the only one she'd told was Tarra, who was doing her best to help, but she was no doctor. Just then she couldn't keep herself from being sick anymore and ran out of the room towards her cabin.

She quickly got down the ladder and it was obvious from the sounds coming from the still open door what was happening.

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Postby KendleRJ » Fri Apr 24, 2009 9:44 am

“I was only looking out for the Captain’s best interests. She won’t be able to find a good man without first finding the right lure.” He grinned at Tarra as he slipped the device away. “I can’t be held responsible for what packages might come for her from such far off places as Zion and Londinium...I only ask she put on a fashion show for those that hold a Y chromosome.”

“Best not let Kynthia hear you speak in that way,” Tarra said. “We just left 3 of our men on Silence and they’re all local types. Since when did you become sort of an Intergalactic Match Maker? Expecting frou-fara from Zion and Londinium… That how you intend on paying for passage? If we ain’t pretty enough for those Y chromosomal types, then more’s the pity for them. More to a person than looks, I should hope, otherwise most of the ‘Verse would end up alone.”

“Mixed company! MIXED COMPANY!” Nabaal raged, turning back to face Tarra “I spend the last three days coaxing that little vermin encrusted crater of a solar panel to look at the sun, and the day after I get it workin’ right it goes and snaps off! I fix one thing, I end up with another! I can do only so much with the tool god went and gave me on the ends of each arm!”

Tarra coloured slightly at the Sergeant’s lack of humour. She had only meant to lighten the mood, not punctuate his anger. Mentally she thought that she would need to do something to apologize. There was no malice intended and she should have been more aware… It seemed she would be perpetually requiring forgiveness for SOME slight she had inadvertently made.

“That man...has a talent.” Nakali muttered, watching him go “Not entirely sure if its engine related though.”

“I think it may have NOTHING to do with engines at all,” said Tarra, a little sadly. “He’s been placed in a difficult position to do difficult things in a great pinch.” She shook her head completely understanding. “Gunny knows that he holds our lives in his hands, and feels the stress of not feeling up to the task, or feels our boat doesn't. But if his language was patching cable, we'd be clear sailing, I should imagine.”

~Tag Nakali

Thinking for a moment, she took the dwindling bottle of her 20-year-old scotch from its spot in the kitchen and poured a finger into a small glass. “Not sure if he’d really want to see me at present,” she mused aloud and looked at Ameri. “Would you mind ever so delivering this for me? He needs some liquid encouragement, and a sympathetic ear, neither of which he would most probably appreciate from this quarter at the moment.”

~Tag Ameri

Sam turned and looked at Tarra. "Two less people eating tonight, Tarra...I claim seconds."

"That's a certainty, Sam. Hope I don't disappoint." Tarra's face fell only slightly and then she smiled. "You know how much I like cooking with that Protein."

~Tag Sam

And then Lu after her gratitude over biscuits, turned green, got up and rushed from the Lounge. Tarra stood to go after her.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby SDJThorin » Fri Apr 24, 2009 8:52 pm

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Bug was holding his own. He looked elated to be allowed to pilot the shuttle as he manoeuvred it through the Black. Kynthia nodded happily at the manner in which he kept checking on the instruments.

TAG - Bug

She decided to call ahead, so that they weren't too much of a shock. She tapped the ident sequence of the man she was visiting. It took long enough for him to answer that she began to worry that he was upset with her for being late. Well, it was only a little late. A day or so really.

The screen cleared and she straightened up slightly.

"Hello. 'Tis Kynthia of the Monarch callin'" she began.

"Hello Miss Kynthia, I hope there wasn't any trouble. I'll be waiting for you at the spaceport diner...

For a spaceport it has some very good items...

Are you close enough to landing that I could order something for you and your young 'pilot'?"
, asked Titan.

Kynthia smiled at the man in the screen ahead of her. Being all professional and such, she shook her head slightly before replying. Then frowned at the hair that flopped into her eyes. She'd cut it as soon as she finished talking to Mister Edwards.

"We're still about six hours out. But a cup of something cool would be nice when we arrive."

Titan thought for a moment and replied, "Ah, well then, time for some additional shopping...

I will meet you at the spaceport in 6 hours with 2 Dyton Orange ice-sliders."


Titan, was starting to worry about this deal, Time was a very important commodity in his business... As the old saying went 'Timeliness was next to godliness'.

Kynthia shared a gleeful grin with Bug. Orange ice-sliders no less. They'd be sugar happy and hyped when they saw the rest of them on landing. She turned again to the man on the screen.

"Listen, must be making the sorry with the late arrival. We had a medical emergency onplanet. Held us up a day. But here now an' all." She waited a beat and then added. "So. Sorry."

"No Problem Miss Kynthia, medical help is most important, hopefully your crewman is well, yes?", he asked in a concerned voice.

"Oh yes. He'll be fine. Infirmary did a good job on patchin' him up. So, I was wondering too. We're going to be taking a parcel towards Carthage after we take off on Dyton. You did ask if I would be so kind as to let you know the route we was plannin'"

She sat back in her seat, wondering how much to tell Bug once she was finished talking.

"Thank you kindly for that 'wav', that is the correct term for information yes, I am still trying to acclimated myself to all of these new colloquialisms?

To reciprocate, I am currently free of commitments until we arrive on Hera."


Titan was feeling better about their tardiness, medical treatments this far from the Core would take time.

Kynthia hastened to reassure him. "No no, We've got a bit of time, if'n you was wantin' to be conductin' business on the way. We hope to arrive on Hera 'bout a month and half away from now. Just got a couple stops on route." She smiled, and swept the irritating hair back out of her eyes again. "So, we'll see you in 6 hours then. At the spaceport."

"Good enough Miss Kynthia, I look forward to our meeting. I'll need the time to acquaint myself with my shuttle... Oh, does it have a name currently?", asked Titan.

"Oh yes." she said, uncertain what exactly he was meaning. "'Tis called shuttle two." She blinked at the look that crossed his face. And then nodded slightly. "Why?"

Caught a little off guard by her question, he replied, "Ah, it's always... bountiful... to name one's ship, would you mind if I give it a name other than 'shuttle two'?"

"Well.. no.", she replied. "'Tis alright with me that is." She took a deep breath. "Well, thank you and we'll see you soon. 'Tis time for me to be taking back the controls of the shuttle now." she smiled at his reply and terminated the Wav'.

Turning to Bug, she said simply "He's gonna be onboard a while." and left it at that.

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Titan made good use of the 6 hours that he would be waiting, he knew from his recent studies that rim-runners usually didn't have much more than protein and supplements to live off of, and he most definitely didn't want to 'survive' on solely that. He made some further inquiries of shipboard supplies and got down to haggling; one of the few useful skills Mako had given him.
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The time passed quickly for Kynthia and Bug, who ended up playing some kind of silly game that she didn't really remember, and he knew half the rules to. It lead to a lot of laughter. Once they passed the customs and were given clearance to land, Kynthia dug into her pocket and produced a cred-stick. She passed it to Bug. "Here." she said. "Once you've got your ice-slider, you can be goin' and finding some clothes for yourself. Get two outfits mind, an' strong cloth. None of that stuff that rips first time it's looked at funny. Pair of good boots."

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She set the ship down and looked for the man they were to meet. Spying him standing off to one side, she headed toward him with a smile now not hidden under her new hair cut.

Titan waited for the two of them at the edge of the landing field, he didn't want any dirt to get into their drinks. He had waited until he saw the ship landing before ordering them, the frozen, crushed, orange smoothies were a delicacy best drunk ice cold.

"Miss Kynthia, as promised, two Dyton Orange ice-sliders."

With the drinks handed over to them, he stepped aside and motioned for them to proceed him into the diner. It was always a courtesy to allow shorter people to lead, and at 6' 8" Titan was use to walking at the rear.

Kynthia shooed the young man away as she headed into the diner. ""tis alright. There's enough on that cred stick for you to be getting something you like. Go." she said with a smile.

TAG - Bug

"Well then, let's talk." she said to Titan sliding into a booth.

Titan enjoyed their meeting, it was refreshing not to have to interpret what a person truly meant. Miss Kynthia's body language and eyes mirrored exactly what she was saying. With their meeting done, Titan took the codes for the shuttle and withdrew, with a polite bow, to see to the outfitting of his new home.
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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Galifestus » Fri Apr 24, 2009 10:03 pm

She crooked a finger at the kid. "Want a ride?" she asked. "Go get yourself into shuttle 2, I'll be up in a minute."

The kid was all too happy to go long. The “new” of riding through the black on the Monarch had worn off some hours since, and the boy had about explored every nook and cranny he could get to. He was utterly unconscious of being in anyone’s way, and he had done his work, cleaning up here and there. He had, in the past couple days grown entirely conversant with the battery of cleaning supplies available in the ship’s mop locker. He had cleaned soot, bile and blood from metal plastic and ceramics. It was the hypnotraining he’d received that gave him the skill to clean up all sorts of messes and the will to get it done quickly and efficiently.

He scampered ahead to the shuttle and got everything in order for the flight. Not a moment later Kynthia was sitting nearby and doing the preflight routines. The boy watched with hungry mind, and gathered what he thought were the important points of the procedure. A few moments later, shuttle 2 slid smoothly out of it's niche on the Firefly and headed off towards the planet ahead.

The shuttle left the firefly behind as it rocketed ahead. It wasn’t long till the bigger ship was lost in the black background. Bug got his fill of looking out the portholes and the main screen and settled in for the long ride.

He was rather surprised out of a reverie when the captain addressed him.

"Here, you go the controls. See that big round thing Bug? Fly towards it." she said as she slipped out of her seat and went to the back of the boat.

He couldn’t believe his luck. Here he was. Bug! Flying a Shuttle!

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Tavey » Sun Apr 26, 2009 9:12 am

((OOC - note the timelines folks! Jumped a day on you. Please be aware of it.))

Under the guidance of Sam Crerar, The Monarch headed quickly towards the planet Dyton. Thankfully, this time they were setting down somewhere away from Badger and his family. Kynthia had been grateful for that one, not having to use the persona she had brought to the fore their last trip would save her a lot of trouble.

Except there was to be some, naturally. Their last sojourn on Dyton had been fueled by some issues. The return of the ship triggered a small alert that opened a window in one of the law stations on this dusty world. Marshall Thomas O'Keefe swung his feet to the floor as it appeared. He made notes about where it was planning on landing, and followed the details of who he needed to contact.

"Interesting." He mused. "Saul Armstrong is coming back here, after blowing up Badger's. Think I had best get me to that ship afore the rodent brothers realise it's here."

He notified the appropriate authorities that he was doing so, and got himself moving. There was a bit of distance between where he was and where the Monarch was expected to land. Then cursed as he saw the boiling black clouds heading towards them. A storm was on it's way. An' that was never a good thing for them all.

In the meantime, on the ship, things were progressing well. They were getting ready to land. The last message had been sent to Paul to let him know that they were coming in and would be picking him up within two hours.

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The engine only gave Soto a couple of nasty shocks as it ramped up into landing mode, the giant pivoting machines on the side of the ship rattling as they moved into place.

TAG - Soto

Lu worked hard in the cockpit making sure that they didn't flip over. There was a lot of turbulence coming in on this planet. A storm was sweeping in from the West. Lightning ripped across the sky, creating rents in the atmosphere that the giant footsteps crashing in it's wake could escape. Rain was beginning to sheet the windows. They would be making a bit of a rough landing.

TAG - Lu

A message had come through for Sam. The contact onplanet was aware of their proximity and wanted to make arrangements to pick up his goods and transfer payment.

TAG - Sam

The rest of them settled into their usual spots for landing. Making sure things were secure and in place, making sure everyone was ready to land. The increasing storm made it more and more evident that they had a lot of stuff that was going to be flying around, if they didn't get it in place before they reached the main winds.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Kris » Sun Apr 26, 2009 12:23 pm

Lu was feeling a bit better after some medicine and a lot of rest. Everyone knew now it seemed, that is, except those on the shuttle. But now wasn't the time to worry about that, now she had to get this ship down safely and with the storm that was becoming more and more difficult. Grabbing the com, she hoped the others could hear over the rain that was hitting the ship.

"Get that stuff stored and get strapped in, storm's gettin' worse out there. Don't need any injuries!"

Putting both hands onto the steering, she saw a bolt of lightning shoot in front of them, just missing their nose. "Woah," she whispered, "hope they get strapped in quick."

There was no use trying to see through the clouds, nor through the rain as it started to pick up a lot and very quickly. Strapping herself in, she took a tight hold of steering and tried to dodge as much lightning as she could.

Then her eyes went wide, and she knew there was no way to avoid what she was seeing in front of her, especially with the size of the ship. Turning hard to the left, the tail of the Monarch caught what she had seen in front of her; a tornado.

Soon, the ship started to spin as the tail stayed in the tornado. There was nothing Lu could do unless they pushed the engines to get out of the tornado. She didn't know if everyone was strapped in or not...but she hoped they were.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Jake Sjet » Sun Apr 26, 2009 4:35 pm

“No, no, no!” Soto snarled, swaggering his way across the cramped engine room using the ceiling braces like jungle vines. A row of hazard lights, normally a pleasant enough green colour had suddenly flickered to a warning haze of amber lights. The lights were all marked Fwrd-Air-Pro, or Forward Air Probes for the uninitiated in engineering circles. They were the antenna like protrusions from the Monarchs nose that acted on behalf of a dozen instrumentation in the cockpit. From air speed, to inertial orientation and ambient temperature, the probes helped in instrument flying in poor weather.

And the entire nose had suddenly lost all of its probes.

“No, don’t you ruttin’ dare...” the aged engineer snarled, wrapping a knuckle against the amber warning light. Promptly two of the probes winked back to green, affirming they were still working, the third went into a deep brooding red. He promised himself, when they were on the ground, he was gonna get up on the nose of the Monarch, take that probe off...

And melt it into a belt buckle, come heck and-

The ship suddenly lurched to one side, and then with an almighty groan that ran through every rivet and the few solid bones in Nabaals wizened frame the firefly class transport began a sickeningly fast spin around herself. If it wasn’t a overheating engine, or a flying solar panel, it was a pilot who felt a burning need to meet her Maker whilst on fire and screaming ‘Lets do that again!’.

Wonderful...

“LU! YOU STOP PLAYYIN;’ MY ENGINES FOR FOOLS YA HEAR!” he called out, struggling to keep his footing “OR I’LL COME UP THERE, PUT YA OVER MY KNEE AND GIVE YOU A SP-”

The cable he’d been hanging onto for balance came free, shooting out sparks and what not. This freed Nabaal from his fortress against the sudden centrifugal force of the Monarchs spin, and gravity was only to happy to help him get acquainted with a wall.

It wouldn’t have been so bad, landing as he did, if he hadn’t seen the red warning light wink out, to blaze a humble preening green.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Quamie » Sun Apr 26, 2009 5:50 pm

OOC: Sorry guys! I missed the switch to the new chapter. :)

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Ameri had been much more withdrawn than usual, sticking almost exclusively to the infirmary. Nakali had never received such single minded care. She hardely left to even eat or sleep. At one point, Kynthia left, and then they were sitting in the galley. The others around her were talking, but Ameri was lost in her own thoughts. She wanted to accept the Monarch as home again, but could she? Was it home? The new mechanic raging at the Monarch pricked at her soul, but still she didn't know if she could trust herself.

She became aware of things again after Lu abruptly left. Ameri came to her feet too and slowly followed Lu, but upon hearing the sounds of food being regurgitated, the medic ran to the open door and knocked.

"Lu? Are you alright?" There was concern and a deep apologetic, guilty sorrow to her voice.
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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Galifestus » Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:04 pm

Bug Goes Shopping

One look at the balance on the stick and a grateful look at his Captain, and Bug was out of sight like a windstorm blowing waste paper.

Like anywhere else, the starport was surrounded by a district of warehouses and markets, both legitimate and not so much. It was not far to the outer edge of the landing and within minutes the kid was wandering among the rickety shanties of the various sellers of goods of all sorts. Bug noticed the lingo, marked different from what he was used to. (The author here begs the audience’s indulgence as he is virtually intellectually incapacitated by the microbes he’s fighting with and the show on the telly just at the moment, in specific, a rather energetic rhinovirus and Anne of Green Gables.)

After some time distracted outside a display of high tech gadgets, Bug found his way to a place with tall racks of shoes and boots. The small Chinese man who was sitting in the stall looked askance at the scruffy boy.

“Ni hao, me laddo. Buyin or gazin?” asked the old man.

“Uh, buyin, if it’s right, sir.” It was difficult to mix the conditioned responses of his hypno-training with his old street manners and sense, but as they say: you can take the kid off the street, but you can’t ever fully get the street out of the kid.

The old man’s brows raised and his mouth curled a slight moment as he took the kid’s measure. Off worlder, manky, but poncey. A mark if he ever saw one. “Well, look right over here, fine young man. We got the latest style runner shoe, just like worn by Garret Lo on the court.”

Bug’s eyes lashed around the booth, taking in what he could. “How much?” he asked.

“Only forty credits, a real bargain,” he answered, feeling the glow of reeling in the big fish.

Bug smiled in an all too knowing way. The old man saw it, but what to make of it he couldn’t figure. Bug figured if he was sent for good service boots, coming in with flashy sports shoes would be an insult to his captain. He looked closer at a plain brown boot with a black non-slip sole. He picked it up and measured it against his own foot. Huge.

“You got this smaller?”

“You sure you don’t want--”

“I’m sure. If you don’t have it in my size, I can go some other place.”

“Alright, alright…” and he went off to the store room to find the right size for the kid. He mumbled as he went, in a mixture of Chinese and cockney slang. A few minutes later Bug had a good pair of boots on his feet for the first time since his rough dismissal from the manor. He’d also gotten a couple of pairs of nusilk socks thrown in on the deal. He’d driven a hard bargain, and the old man had been a master of the bargain as well. The end result was that the kid had better than half his budget remaining. He figured from experience that the boots were the most important thing on his list. He threw his old shoes onto the curb as he walked away from the booth. He heard the scramble behind him of urchins much like himself going for the shoes, but he didn’t turn to see them. They might take that wrong.

The boy walked along for a while, heading in the direction of the rows upon rows of stalls showing off piles of clothing of all sorts. Brightly colored articles flashed in the sunlight that filtered down through the shanty roofs of the market. The wind would waft and sweep through in irregular currents, fluttering things about and spreading the smells of the scented fabrics. Bug came to a sudden halt outside a stand full of wildly decorated shirts in many sizes, colors and designs. The kid’s eyes were locked on a particular shirt that fluttered in the breeze like the flag of the first fleet. Bright and colorful with lots of sunrise colors and a few unnatural neon shades brushed in. In another five minutes he was wearing the crime against fashion and had four more like it in a bundle under his arm. Each of the ersatz tie dye shirts cost a credit, so he was still in position of twenty credits and some change.

The next stand he stopped at had a wide variety of clothing all in denim. He found trousers in the right size, heavy duty work dungarees in a light brown almost sand color with plenty of pockets. He knew enough to buy them a little too big, and he got the man to throw in a couple pairs of suspenders and a good web belt. The same place had a number jackets in heavy duck and denim, and thinking of what his crewmates went about in, he selected one that was both comfortable and serviceable. He went for a dark brown duck with a corduroy collar that had big brass toned buttons on the pockets and up the front. He left the stall with a few credits on the stick remaining.

The sky turned dark as a storm front of fluffy black clouds swept over the starport town. Almost at once it began to rain, and then hail. The cacophany of ice impacting on plastic and corrugated sheet metal roofs and tarmac made hearing impossible and movement unwise. He looked out at the storm as much as he could in the little shanty he stood in.

"I guess maybe I need a hat, too, ma'am."

And he got himself a hat just like Sam's. Only cheaper.

The boiling clouds began to rotate in an ominous fashion that scared the boy, though he'd never seen the like, and he saw the funnel cloud begin to form. All of the suden he saw the familiar shape of a firefly class transport drop out of the clouds and head straight into the mile wide funnel, disapearing again from view.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby KendleRJ » Mon Apr 27, 2009 9:28 am

There had been some stress and a bit of strain felt aboard the Monarch with their Captain gone. Sam had to step up to a plate she had never been to before, and was looking a little worse for wear. Tarragon had been a little strained herself, with the accepted role of side kick and spunky comic relief and of course, hoping that the Nutmeg in their cupboard could fetch enough cashy money to allow them to fuel up.

DYTON. Like a spike in her heart, she let the memories flow over and through her like water. The place where rodents abounded and shot folk who were known, suffering and... Blinking her eyes, Tarra thought on better things, hoping to manage SOME sort of quick run.

Water and foodstuffs were needed; supplies that were fresh would be hard to come by, but there would have to be SOMEthing they could get in order to ensure the health and well-being of the mother-to-be and her unborn child. She would need to coordinate with Ameri to make sure that Lu was getting enough of everything; this was something new and she needed to ask someone who had the expertise.

She had the time to speculate; to sit strapped into her chair in the Lounge surrounded by new faces, new trusts and new alliances of a sort. A bright flash streaked by the observation port of the Lounge and Tarra's eyes widened considerably as she saw the pitch black clouds. Why was it every time they landed...?

There would be no last-minute confession, no sad, sorry regrets, and certainly no recounting of what she should have done if she had had the chance and when she might had done them... Her mind was strangely occupying itself with lists of things that had really nothing to do with anything. Windspeeds, a dozen eggs, turbulence, fresh fruit cocktail, vectors, vegetables, wind shear, whipped cream...

Thoughts were suspended as Tarra felt that some divine presence had grasped The Monarch by the tail and began showing its displeasure. They spun clean around, her head pushing into the back of the chair and knuckles turning white as she hung on. Tarra closed her eyes out of a false sense of reassurance, but nothing could stop the feeling of motion as they continued whipping in a circular rotation, obviously caught in the storm.

Her eyes squeezed together tighter and began her mantra of prayer, not so much of living as keeping her bit of food firmly planted in her stomach. Landing was inevitable, it just depended on exactly where, when and of course... in how many pieces.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Tavey » Mon Apr 27, 2009 10:40 pm

The alarms blared on the planet surface. Kynthia looked around to see what was happening, and dropped her drink. The liquid splashed over the table and slid across it to wards Titan. She jumped to her feet, rushing to a nearby window and gasping at the sight there.

"That's... that's... that's my GORRAM SHIP!" she yelled. Pulling some coins from her pocket, she dropped them on the table, hoping they were enough to keep going. And barreled straight into the people sheltering from the storm.

"let me past!" she ordered. Her face pale and her body beginning to shake.

"Cao ni zu zong shi ba dai, this is Pi hua!" She looked around for Bug, hoping to find him in the throngs of people hurrying into whatever shelter they could find before the funnel cloud spat out it's dinner in any general direction.

Kynthia hoped it was still in one piece.

She also looked for Titan. And apologied to him as soon as she saw the orange stain across him from her drink.

" I have to go." She babbled "'Tis the Monarch. She's caught. An the kid. We're good yeah? Hope so, See you in three days!"

TAG - Titan.

She'd spotted Bug by then, and was already stepping away to go and grab him. So she wasn't too sure what Titan said. She nodded, hoping she hadn't agreed to something terribly Awful with a Capital A, and ran.

"BUG!" she yelled and winced all at the same time. The shirt was.. it.. it.. hurt her eyes some.

"Nice jacket." she settled for. "Can you see what way they might be heading?"

TAG - Bug

Suddenly, as if the gods had decided that they had played enough with the mere mortals at their disposal, the funnel cloud cleared. And with a sinking feeling, Kynthia watched as her brave ship spun frantically around in the distance, struggling to make something prevent it's sudden stop as it plunged to the earth.

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Sam Crerar » Tue Apr 28, 2009 5:31 pm

Sam had already been slammed into the bulkhead once, but unlike the last landing, there was no flipping over the cargobay cat-walk and sliding all over hell and hither. She entered Engineering, her face red. "SOTO! What the HELL did you do to my engines, and how do we get them shiny enough to not die? I ain't interested in dyin' my first bloody time in-charge of the ship..."

She saw a few lights, which didn't mean much to her, green probably meant good, and red bad, probably, engineers were weird, though. The big thing she noticed was the large wire that wasn't plugged into something and was randomly sparking things. Oh she was so going to die fixing this, but if she didn't, everyone else would. Probably. If that was the issue. Hopefully she wasn't still cursed. "Wo dasuan zhondade shazi zhi nei yuzhou..." Then she started praying as she grabbed a rubber...something, and then the wire. With the rubber something, she straightened out the wires, then shoved it into the hole that it belonged into. It sparked mightily and her hand slipped, hitting the wires, she wasn't grounded.

It felt vaguely like lightening, but then, that's not entirely surprising. It didn't last long though, like lightening. The biggest issue wasn't actually the pain, or the shock, it was the fact that she flew back and slammed into the engine. THAT was the biggest issue, great pain in her head, her back, shoulderblade, to mix with the shocky burned feeling. And she couldn't exactly think clearly, but she was still thinking, so that was a good thing. The ship was spinning, but she wasn't sure if it was because the ship was spinning or if it was her head. She grabbed her head for a minute, groaning loudly. Then the nausea hit and she heaved. Oh yes, the curse was still there. Damn Richard, damn him to the hot place.
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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Jake Sjet » Wed Apr 29, 2009 5:24 pm

“Hey the rollercoaster’s stopped, what’s all the...” Nakali pushed his head through the hatchway and into the engine room, and looked around. Rotary engine was there, various important engineering things to. Wires, cables, conduits, ducts and rubber wire tidies, and most importantly a ships engineer and a first mate pretty much out for the count on the floor “...commotion about...”

Nakali wrinkled his patch work nose, baby pink skin and old weathered skin making odd patterns, as the scent of vomit reached his nose. He placed a hand over his mouth, and looked to Soto as the old guy got back up on his feet, one eye already showing the signs of a truly lovely shiner.

“Whatcho lookin at?” the old man grumbled, staggering a little as he looked down at Sam, her mess, and most importantly her hair. Apparently Momma Crerar never was much into telling her kids not to poke fingers or things into live electrical outlets. He shook his head slightly, as though to clear it before staggering over to a bank of dials and gauges.

“Er...nothing...” Nakali said from the door way, eyes tracking to follow the old man “Not watching a thing...just wondering as to why there was a party in here and none but yourselves were invited?”

“That being the cause for the pilot ta answer for...always answers before the hangin',” Soto mutter, knuckles rapping against a set of dail that danced to and fro “Good news is we’re good to land....seems a spin about the place chases out the gremlins in the Mon’ landing gear...but we’re gonna be leakier than sin come land fall. Pressure’s dropping in the living spaces, probably a warped seal or somethin’...got the patches for it somewhere about’s...”

“Usually when you bring out the good news it’s followed by the bad news, it’s a combo dealie so I’m led to believe.” Nakali answered, looking back into the dining room and gesturing Tarra to go up to the cockpit to check on Lu and their eventual landing: be it on the deck, or in a crater.

Though with his lips moving and arms waving, could be Nakali was asking Tarra all manner of ungentlemany things, some of which were illegal in the core.

“Yeah well the little ladies gonna have to be rested up to hear the bad news.” Soto grunted, leaning back against the curved inner wall of the engine room “Cause I have intent to use every big old engineering term I can just to dumb it down to a level of bare comprehension.”

Nakali had left while Soto made his threat, and had returned with a wet cloth and a glass of water for the best homemade ‘Bride of Frankenstein’ hairdo he had ever seen. He handed her the glass of water, his hand automatically reaching to try and pat down a frightened lock of hair, only to get a tiny arc of juice between his finger tips and her statically charged hair do.

“Be mindful...” Soto snorted, hobbling to the rear of the engine housing “She packs a wallop...about 60 giga watts of it.”

“That’s a shocker.” Nakali dead panned, offering her his hand “Come on Sammy, let’s get you to the infirmary and I can repay you some.”

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby KendleRJ » Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:28 pm

Coming down. Apparently, the Monarch was heading down. Tarragon Hunter was still part of yet another rocky landing, but they were still in one piece. And her insides were staying inside. Wow. Two for two. She unstrapped herself from the chair in the Lounge, feeling a little whipped and watched Nakali head for the Engine Room as the spinning stopped but the downward didn't. He was reacting a little... strangely.

Something was going on in there, and as she stood and took a couple of tentative steps towards him, he peeked his head out and waved her away... no, waved her to... Like charades, she looked at him for a moment and was about to ask for number of syllables when the penny dropped. She had been a little shaken and spun right round but her brain settled and she nodded once.

Coming out from the Kitchen / Dining Room, Tarra headed up to the Cockpit, clinging to the walls as she went. "Lu," she called up, a little bit concerned about what may have happened there with Lu's condition and their latest attempt at landing. "You ok up there?"

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Kris » Wed Apr 29, 2009 8:32 pm

Lu felt her stomach spinning just as the ship did. But she knew that she had to get them down. What was it with their landings lately? Finally able to get them to stop spinning, she got them slowly down for a landing and then sat back, taking a deep breath. Her stomach was settling down finally and she didn't feel as though she was going to be sick.

Hearing Tarra behind her, she looked back and smiled, "I'm alright, now that we've stopped." She pulled herself up out of her seat, but was a little unstable on her feet. Her stomach hadn't fully settled yet, though she wasn't going to get sick.

"Let's get off the ship and hit planetside. I didn't get to do that much last time."

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby KendleRJ » Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:45 pm

"Off the ship is good. Let me go get ready and get my paperwork together, I'll meet you in the Cargo Bay." Tarra turned from the Cockpit, glad that Lu hadn't hurled all over the controls; at this point, she was sure that had she smelled it, she would have added her own stomach contents to the pile and ended up having to clean it up.

Instead, Tarra headed to the Kitchen and used the stool to reach up and remove something that had been placed on a shelf of honour, which, upon reflection, was gifted to the entire Crew of the Monarch and not just her. As Chef, it was her responsibility to feed them, or at least, it was then. Holding the hermetically sealed container in her hand, she slowly climbed down and placed the stool away in its place against the wall.

Serena Johnson felt slowed and closed her eyes to push it all away, down and in. If she left it there long enough, perhaps she could forget. She swallowed spit, bile and a stifled sob... no wonder she wasn't that hungry at all. There was a bit of something happening by the Engine Room, but it seemed like everything was well in hand. Just in case, Tarra plopped a smile on her face and called down the hall. "Landed, everyone. You need any help down there?"

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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby SDJThorin » Wed Apr 29, 2009 10:49 pm

"You promised that this would all be done by tomorrow Carl, and yet here it sits, laying in pieces...", Titan spoke tightly.

Carl looked at Titan standing over him and wanted to tell him to screw off, but his station demanded that he reply respectfully. "Mr. Edwards, this shuttle was almost completely rotted out. Once we started to pull the walling to install your electronics, we found structural damage caused by microscopic fractures running throughout the heat shielding."

Carl looked seriously at Titan, "Someone must have skipped that shuttle off bedrock to do that kind of damage; then just replaced the plating at the impact site. That's why your shuttle is as you see it now. We had to pull it all apart and strip off all the shielding just to find and seal the cracks, not to mention all the heat damage that had oxidized the inner hull."

Titan grimaced, wondering if the rest of the Monarch was in the same shape, then asked, "How much more and how long?"

"I promised tomorrow, and tomorrow it will be, I'll not have you thinking that I don't hold to my word. But... It will cost extra... This was not part of the original deal... For all the additional labour and materials... It works out to almost triple the price." Carl winced as he finished, bracing for the expected tirade to begin.

Titan sighed, "OK Carl. Done. As long as you finish at the agreed upon time." He needed to know, so he continued, "Was the damage due to neglect and would the crew of the ship have been aware of this damage?"

Carl didn't know all the answers, but he did know a few things, "Mr. Edwards, I did some investigation and I can tell you that this shuttle wasn't original, it was added 6 years ago, and by the oxidization of the inner hull, I'd say the damage was done before that time. Beyond that, I can't say."

Titan left Carl to his work. It was an unexpected expense, but not one that he couldn't manage. The remainder of the day went by as planned.

In the morning, he tried one last time to talk with Father. It was an abysmal failure and left Titan glad that he was leaving the planet.

Carl was good to his word. The shuttle looked brand new, and it should, it had cost 788 credits to outfit and repair, almost double the price of a new shuttle, but as Carl showed him what magic he had wrought, Titan was pleased and parted willingly with his credits.

It would fit his needs to a T, Carl had even thrown in a custom paint job. The newly christened 'Lucia', now had beautiful decals on either side, depicting an angelic blonde girl in a flowing white dress with a long red sash belted at her waist and a fiery wreath around her head. Titan caressed one as he entered the shuttle.
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Re: Planet Hopping and other grand tales of intrigue.

Postby Galifestus » Fri May 01, 2009 2:43 am

"Nice jacket." she settled for. "Can you see what way they might be heading?"

"Yeah, I think so!" He pointed, "Thataway, south landing fields."

He peered at the cloud where the ship had disapeared, and then as suddenly as the storm had come, it fell apart, and Bug could see the ship again, only it was in a flat spin and dropping fast. As the hail too had stopped, he darted out of the shelter and dashed through the market, forgetting for the moment to wait for his Captain's orders or anything else in his anitcipation. If the ship cracked up, he'd be hanging around on Dyton for rather some time, he supposed, and the lingo was yet a little past his comprehension. It just couldn't be. It couldn't.

He burst from the narrow alleys of the market into the broad avenue between rows of warehouses and fuel dumps and had a pretty good view of the Monarch. The ship's spin was being eaten up by long tongues of flame pouring from counterblasting engine nacelles, each angled both to halt the spin and to brake the Monarch's downward momentum. At last the ship took the ground, as though her landing struts were claws on some bird of prey, and she bounced on the shock absorbing gear once before settling gently. The engines cut out and turned to their neutral position, and Bug thought he could see folks moving in the bridge.

"She's Down!" he shouted as he jumped and pumped his arm, sharing the triumph. Several other folks who had seen the landing were happy enough to share the boy's enthusiasm. One fellow only grumbled as he plopped several bright coins into his neighbor's palm.

"She's down and alright, Captain," he said, turning to find her behind him.

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