To The Ends Of The Universe

[ChildeRolande]

In Earth Year 2340, the sun was blotted from the sky. Pre-emptive military ships arriving from the previously unknown planet Raiio XI appear suddenly, and with little warning lay waste and devastation to Earths' largest civilian centers.

There is but one demand; allow Raiio XI to encapsulate our solar systems' sun and die quickly, or fight to the death.

The war hasn't been a long one, but sixteen years and 8 billion Earth-allied deaths later, things are getting desperate.

 

Systems away in a galaxy embroiled in war, a salvage crew does their best to survive.

 

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Applications for ship crew are open, the current roster is below:

 

Captain- taken

First Mate-

Sonar Crew- taken

Salvage - TWO SPACES LEFT

Ship Cook-

Mechanic- taken

Communicator-

Navigator-

 

I want to keep this small, so I'm only looking for another maybe two or three people to join. The more alien the species, the better, so don't be afraid to get bizarre!

 

NO ANIMAL SHIFTERS

 

 

 

Character Sheet

Name:

Appearance:

Species:

Job:

Age:

History (optional):

Personality:

 

 

Current Characters and Crew

 

Name: Captain Imam Muhammad

Appearance: The Captain

Species:Spanish Veiga

Job: captain

Age: Indeterminant

History (optional): nicknamed Methuselah for his old age, Imam is the ships captain. He belongs to a humanoid alien species known as the Spanish Veigas.... at least on Earth. Capable of replicating himself multiple times, Captain Imam could be his own one man crew. He loves his ship fiercely, and has spent the past decade devotedly improving and maintaining it. A crook with a good heart, Captain Imam firmly beleives in the interstellar code of ethical conduct. Despite his illegal salvage business, Captain Imam does not consider himself a criminal, but rather a simple businessman cleaning up his own little piece of space.

Personality: Warmhearted and caring, Imam has a heart for adventure despite his old age. He tends to talk to his copies, and replicates at the slightest danger.

 

 

Name: Mensch Mach IX and X

Appearance:IX and X, Respectively

Species: Android

Job: Echolocation Crew

Age: N/A

History (optional):Mensch Mach IX and X - genderless androids. Designed by Luften Corp. these robots are two of the sleekest and most intelligent models on the market. Inherently expensive, Menschi 9 and 10 were bought at a steep discount at an interplanetary pawn shop two giga clicks past the Betelgeuse system due to their slightly damaged hard drives. 9 and 10 function as the ships' deep space metal detector. When the two androids join hands, they can create a powerful electronically sensitive sonar, allowing them to locate marooned ships and salvagable junk in the deepest of space.

Personality: A little spacey, completely literal.

 

 

 

Name: Mischa

Appearance:Mischa

Species: Human

Job: Salvager

Age: 24

History (optional): Mischa- One of very few humans onboard, Mischa operates as pure muscle. Hauling salvage and ripping apart ships is her specialty, a job aided by her exoskeletal suit. Emigrated from Earth after the great mushroom sickness caused by rival planet Raiion 6. She doesn't like to talk about it.

Personality: A pretty great gal, once you get to know her. A hard worker, drinker and eater, Mischa's impressive muscle and machismo lends itself to her lifestyle.

 

 

 

Edited June 11, 2016 by ChildeRolande

[Chandra]

Name: Efim

Appearance: Efim has long white hair and pale skin with blue swirls. Her eyes are the same shade of blue that the swirls are. Efim is slender and fragile looking and short, but she can hold her own. Her hair is usually pulled up into a ponytail and her long bangs are pinned back.

Species: Sylph

Job: Cook

Age: 63 (which is quite young for a sylph)

History: Efim doesn't remember much, in fact all she knows is what was given to her when she woke up on a hard floor one day. That her name is Efim, she was 56 years and counting, and she's about to be sold as a slave. She escaped with help of a worker who was against the organization after they scammed him. Once he rescued her she took up cooking to pass her time and fell in love.

Personality: Efim is passionate and loud. She preaches about the wonders of cooking like if she didn't she would die. She's cheerful and optimistic and tries not to think about the past that she doesn't know anyways.

 

((I totally didn't just make sylphs an alien race because they're cool... Anyways if you'd like me to change the fact that she's a sylph then just say so. But this looks really interesting.))

 

[padfoot]

Name: Roxy Loucut

Appearance:Roxy

Phangites do not need to breath like most species, instead, she basks in sunlight, absorbing the solar energy with the retractable, gold scaled fins that convert the sun's rays into the energy herb ody need to kee

Species: Phangite

Job: Salvage

Age: 28

History (optional): Roxy is a part of a rare category of sentient species that evolved to live on large comets. Because of the low gravity and thin atmosphere, Phangites have the ability to survive in the vacuum of space for extended periods of time. Roxy was raised on a Comet named Phang that orbited between two neighboring suns. Because there are limited times out of Phang's year that there is sunlight, Roxy's species worshiped the sun as a deity. When she got old enough, she signed up to travel from Phang and spread the world of Rana, the sun god. She got a rude awakening when she got to her first planet and got laughed off the stage. It was shortly after she quit the missionary racket and disappeared on the next leaving military transport.

Personality: Roxy, having grown up on the planetary version of the boonies, is still amazed by everyday things, such as coffee and public transport. She has a "take no " outlook and an abrasive attitude.

 

 

Name: Goobert (nickname given by Imam. Real name is not constructed of words)

Appearance:Goob

Species:unknown

Job: Mechanic

Age: unknown

History (optional): Goobert was found by Captain Imam frozen in the hull of a junk ship he salvaged from somewhere in the Miraak system. Ever since he got onto the ship, it was apparent Goobert had a knack for machenery. With his abliity to squeeze into the smallest cracks and work in imposiably tight spaces, he had become invaluable in keeping the ship alive.

Personality: goobert seems indifferent to the rest of the crew. Well, all except Imam. Goobert's species is incapable of speech so he mostly communicates though a series of bloops and clicks. Goobert loves Imam's ship and works diligently to keep her running smoothly.

Edited June 12, 2016 by padfoot

[ChildeRolande]

Awesome. Both of you are accepted. Gonna wait on maybe one more person. If nobody signs up by the end of the day, we'll begin!

[wondergirl888]

Character Sheet

Name: Rana Nein

Appearance: She is 6 feet 2 inches, her skin is a light blue, and her hair is black that goes down to her shoulders. Her eye color is a light purple.

Species: Verrs

Job: Navigator

Age: 17

History (optional): When she was a baby, her parents moved to earth, thinking it would be safer. Her parents died from sickness when she was 6, and she ends up being adopted shortly after. She loved her adopted family very much, but she lost them to, during an attack.

Personality: She is very curious and wants to learn about everything. She is very friendly and talkative.

[ChildeRolande]

{You're accepted, we can get started if everyone's ready.}

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There was no morning, noon, nor night in space, but the crew of The Shera had developed their own strange sort of routine long ago. As it stood, Imam was alone,the crew long asleep, peering out of the ships wraparound windows towards it's dented and scarred nose. He watched silently as The Sheras' hull made its way through the cosmos at quarter-speed; scattered bits of rock and miscellaneous space junk bumping gently off the ships' side and windows before floating away.

 

He tapped the ships' interface. Three minutes before maintenance wakeup call. In just a few moments the ships' crew would begin their day; adjusting the ships' gravitational ring to deflect comets, appraising yesterdays' haul, preparing the days' meals. Already he had four clones milling the ship, inspecting and preparing for the day.

He smiled to himself, pulling a long curlicued metallic tube from a coat pocket and packing it with a purple, glittering sort of material close in appearance to tobacco.

Lighting the pipe with a flick of his fingers, he puffed at it gently, blowing a smoke ring as the ships' communication system gave it's morning greeting, robotic voice echoing throughout the ships' body.

 

Good morning crew

The time is 0600, Eastern Copernican Time

The day is Sol 487 of Intersystem Voyage XIII

 

Imam blew another glittering smoke ring, stretched his old bones and began to power up the ship for the days' work.

[padfoot]

Roxy's eyes cracked open grudgingly and groaned as the ships chipper robotic wake-up call sounded to start the crew's day. "Day" always seemed to come too early for the ex-Phangite missionary. She rolled off her narrow cot build into the side of her small sleeping quarters. Her clothing was scattered haphazardly on the floor and desk around her. She sifted through one of the piles in the corner until she found a white shirt with minimal oil stains. If she remembered correctly Mischa and she was supposed to finish stripping that probe they reeled in a few Sol ago. She wasn't sure why it seemed to be only good for scrap. She didn't question it, she figured Imam knew what was best for their finances. Roxy checked herself in the small mirror, running her hand against the grain of her stiff, green mohawk. She smirked and tapped the screen next to her door, disabling the lock and sliding it open silently.

 

Roxy stretched her arms over her head as she made her way down the empty hallway and past the bedrooms of her crewmates. It seemed she was the first one up this morning, strange considering Mischa or Efim had usually had to come pounding on her door. The uncomfortable tightness of her skin alerted her that she was in the need of a morning recharge. She hoped that Rana had set their course so they were close enough to the sun that she could catch a few rays.

 

As Roxy Rounded the corner, she passed through something warm and incredibly gross. She shrieked and looked down at herself. Small clumps of dark green slim clung all over her body and clothes. She glared up at the gelatinous creature, "Come on Goobert!" she said, exasperated that she ran through the ships mechanic this early in the morning, "At least click or something. I swear we need to get you a bell. Roxy turned on her heel and stomped away, heading for the airlock. Goobert watched her go with his pupilless black eyes, clicking in disdain and going back to repairing the faulty oxygenator in the wall.

[Chandra]

Efim jumped awake when she heard the wake up call. She rushed around trying to get dressed and ready for the day. She needed to check what they had leftover and decide what to make for today's meals. She rushed out of her room and ran down the hallways. She felt her hair whipping in her face and realized she forgot to pull it up. With a quiet groan of annoyance, she rushed back to her room to fix her hair.

 

Once Efim was finally done with her hair, she smiled and walked back out of her room. She strolled down the hallways to the kitchen, taking the quickest route possible as she was excited to get started. The sylph absentmindedly traced the blue marks on her skin while humming a random tune to herself.

 

 

Efim wondered if the others were up yet when she heard Roxy shriek. She quietly giggled to herself before shrugging and continuing on her way. Once she reached the kitchens she looked around at the ingredients they had. With what was available, Efim could make dralonani and hunelqua with a glass of cowiteb to drink. She smiled and started gathering what she needed.

 

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(Coming up with names for fake food is fun. I imagined dralonani as a fluffy pastry type thing, hunelqua as a jam like substance that goes along with it, and cowiteb would be something that resembles tea.)

[wondergirl888]

Rana had been lying in bed, hoping to fall back asleep, when she heard the alarm. She got dressed and when she was about to exit her room, she heard a scream. She wondered what had happened, until she heard Roxy yell at Goobert. She them quietly left her room.

 

While Rana was walking, she stopped to look out a window. She saw countless stars. While she was looking she thought "Where will we go next?"

 

[ChildeRolande]

Imam was covering every inch of the ship, hovering, instructing, sticking a gnarled finger into the hunelqa for a taste before being shooed away from the kitchen. The statement wasn't an exaggeration; at least four different Imams', strolled the ship, blowing glittery smoke rings.

 

Mischa tossed and turned in her bunk, kicking the metal wall of the ship without waking. She was having the same dream she'd had at least once a month for years; her, vulnerable and stumbling, fungus spores clogging her nose and throat. Something was coming! Something in the dark!

Mischa bolted awake, sitting up so fast she slammed her forehead into the beam above her bed.

The morning announcements echoed their robotic call. She sighed, rubbing her bruised and pounding forehead.

She hauled her heavy body out of bed, jumping into her closest pair of coveralls without bothering to button them. Stuffing her feet into her boots, she went to join roxy in the salvage deck to check the previous day's haul.

"Sup, mutant?" She asked, slapping the smaller woman on the back as the airlock safety door whirred to a close behind her. "We got a busy day today, rox, imam wants us to rip out the thrusters from this vintage probe.... He's got some vintage collecter or something...."

Mischa tipped the probe with the tip of her boot. Some old thing Earth sent out right after the war began.... Old. Dusty. Useless.

Mischa sighed, clipping on her right Exo-arm. "Rox, grab that other side so we can get this over with and head to breakfast. "

 

"Captain" The mensch units said in unison "are you certain you should be smoking in a flammable space? Surely you know the interaction of oxygen and-"

Imam threw up a hand, silencing the units.

"Please you guys, not before I've had my cowiteb and sugar." The three busied themselves in the kitchen, under the guise of assisting with breakfast duty, instead being a walking Disaster. Maggot gal flour coated both androids, and Imam loitered suspiciously close to the steaming cowiteb kettle, mug already prepared and waiting.

[Chandra]

Efim sighed at her captain but continued to roll the dough and occasionally add sugar.

 

"Captain, the cowiteb should be ready by now. You can take some. Just please leave some for everyone else."

 

She put the dralonani dough in the oven and waited while attentively watching the dough. It cooked quickly so she had to make sure not to burn it. After a few more seconds she took them out and grabbed the hunelqua. She put a generous amount of the gel like substance on the pastries and set them out to cool.

 

"That should be everything for the morning." Efim said with a smile while wiping her hands off.

[padfoot]

Roxy was just strapping her exo-suit to her legs when she heard Mischa come in through the airlock behind her. If it wasn't for the Exo-suit propping her up, the large human would have knocked her flat on her face. It scared Roxy how strong Mischa was sometimes. If it wasn't for how durable Roxy was, She might have accidently hurt Roxy a while ago. Roxy Glanced back at the probe they reeled the day before. It was certainly a strange looking craft. It was much too small to fit a person inside, it was full of computer stuff anyway. Two damaged solar panels extended in the either direction from the white satellite dish protruding from the center of the probe. Roxy snagged a rag off a nearby tool bench and walked closer to the probe. There seemed to be something written on the side of the craft but it was thick with dust. A quick swipe from a scrap of cloth revealed alien symbols that depicted a blue circle with what seemed to be space. The center bore the word, "NASA". Roxy stood and gestured, "Never seen that emblem before. what do you make of it, Mischa?", Roxy asked her partner on the other side of the craft.

 

Roxy was aware that Mischa was from Earth, they had talked about that much at least. She didn't know how she got on The Shera or what she was doing before. The wrecker was already working for Imam when they picked her up. then again, Roxy never really shared where she was from either. It was strange to explain you grew up on a comet and don't breath. Speaking of which, Roxy needed to bask eventually. She had a bad habit of waking up and immediately getting to work for the day. She had little regard for the fact that she needed food and water and sun, she was more afraid of falling behind on her tasks as a crewmember. Roxy moved to the rear of the craft and switched her exo- suit's left pincer for a plasma cutter from the rotating wheel of tools on her back and went to work cutting one of the thrusters free from te rest of the ship.

 

A long, thick thread of oil seeped from an oxygen duct in the ceiling of the kitchen. It dribbled to the floor and gradually took shape into the ship's mechanic. Goobert looked at the other crewmembers blankly, his unblinking eyes falling on each person in the room before settling on the food on the counter. The floor beneath Goobert was clean, not dripping with dark green goo. His body contained all its fluids with a thin but strong membrane that covered his entire body. The blob creature made its way across the room stopping briefly to click hello to Imam. Goobert liked the many old man. He was kind to Goobert and made sure he was happy. much better than living on a trash transport ship or being frozen in deep space. Goobert stretched out a tentacle that gradually formed into a hand. It fell over one of Efim's carbohydrate-rich breakfast treats and absorbed into his arm. Gobert did this one more time while another arm grabbed a mug from the overhead cabnet while another arm grabbed the Cowiteb kettle. He poured himself a cup and moved to the table. It was a strange custom but Imam liked to eat together with his crew. Goobert would rather slither into a crack and enjoy hi meal in peace but he needed to wait for Efim's delicious hot beveraage to cool gave him an excuse to stick around for a little while.

[ChildeRolande]

{Hi guys, it just came to my attention after watching the news today that Imam is not a name, rather a title within the Islamic faith. I originally intended for this character to be muslim, and in fact he still is. However, I don't think I'm comfortable naming him after such an important leadership role belonging to a religion which I am not part of. Therefore, I will be changing his name to Ayaan. This was a dumb, but honest mistake, sorry for any confusion.}

 

"Thank you, Effim." The captain replied, already scalding himself on the hot beverage before the cook had finished her sentence. "Wonderful as always."

He smiled as Goobert seeped his way into the kitchen, pooling between the flour-dusted androids who were now squabbling over something in binary. A table sat in the small dining hall, squeezed into one oblong corner. It was scarred and scruffy, the tabletop fashioned out of the exo-wing of an old Mercurian fighter they'd reeled in on their last deep-space mission. Before Ayaan could sit, however, a beeping from the ships' computer system echoed throughout the ship.

 

Alert, Alert

Approaching Imperial checkpoint

Be prepared for boarding and inspection[/u]

 

Ayaan glowered;when had they placed in inspection point at this point in space? "Rana!" he called, "coordinants please!" As he spoke, Ayaan split into three more copies, each poofing into existence in a cloud of green and pink dust. New lines formed in his already wizened face, his hair bleached whiter underneath the dust. The copies immediately took off, inspecting the ship for any "contraband" the imperial soldiers might take a fancy to.

 

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"NASA?" Mischa asked, stooping down to peer at the logo "I think my mom told me about them when I was a kid..... I think they were the first unalleiged space knights or something,but I can't quite remember."

Mischa jumped to her feet as the computers' warning sounded in the airlock.

"!" Mischa was already reaching for the airlocks panel, locking it from the inside. "We need a place to hide this thing, last time those imperial *bags inspected us on a voyage they seized all our salvage."

The salvage bay was large, but bare and white, a few toolbenches stood on either side of the expansive room, and shelves interspersed the walls, but besides that, there were few places to hide their latest haul.

"Goobert!" She called, cupping her hands around her mouth "I take back what I said about you being a giant booger, we need your help!"

[Chandra]

Efim jumped when she heard the announcement. She rushed around the kitchen trying to make everything nice and neat and most importantly, up to standards. The sylph wiped off the counters while putting things away and organizing the spices, sugars, and flours. She rearranged the fridge and cleaned the oven. Efim washed all of the dishes and put them away before moving on to sweeping the floors.

 

Her mind was in a frenzy, thinking about what would happen if the kitchen failed inspection. Somewhere deep down she knew she would be fine but her paranoia overrode that and Efim thought of the worst case scenarios.

 

Maybe they would take her away for not taking the kitchens, maybe they would shut the kitchen down. Her mind continued on like that until she slapped herself and told herself to focus.

 

"You'll be fine." She whispered to herself, barely audible. "Be calm, cool, and collected." Efim took a deep breath before smiling.

 

She arranged their breakfast to look more presentable and set the cowiteb next to the dralonani and put her hands on her hips.

 

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((sorry for my posts being short but I'm trying to ease myself back into roleplaying. They should become longer soon.))

[wondergirl888]

Rana heard the alert, and was shocked. Then she heard Ayann yell her name, saying to give him the ship coordinates. She yelled back, saying "The coordinates are 823, 591, 357, Sir".

 

After that, She immediately ran to her room, hiding everything that might be considered contraband. After that, she ran to where all the things used to navigate were. She hid anything good under some outdated maps, in the trash, and under some broken things waiting to be repaired. Last time they had taken stuff that she didn't hide, and didn't want that to happen again.

[padfoot]

Roxy flinched when the alert sounded. Strangly enough, the first thing that went through her mind was Efim and how she would beat herself up if everything wasn't perfect. Of course, the second thing was the "illegal party favors" she had stashed in her room. That wasn't important, the thirty ton piece of earth wreckage was their current problem. Roxy detached from her exo suit as Meshia locked the salvage hanger. Her hair shifted cool colors rapidly as she went over options to make the prope dissapear. she stopped on a especially green idea, "Jetison me" she said, crossing the room to her locker, "I'll swing the probe under the ship and attach it with the mooring lines." Her idea could work, most war ships had no need for external view windows with all their fancy decection gadgets onboard. Squishy beings like Roxy wouldn't be picked up. She straped on her personal airosol pack and tried not to think about what Ayann would think of her decission. Also she was tring to focus on not dying.

 

[ChildeRolande]

"Are you insane?" Mischa asked, jaw practically touching the floor. "If that probe shifts a foot to the right or left, your pretty little bones will be ground to powder." "Hell no. Heeeeeeell no!"

 

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The Captain hurried to the front of the ship, the docking warning now a constant, furious buzz. Red lights revolved in their glass domes, the red light washing his lined face the color of blood.

Reaching the intake panel, he hesitated, hand hovering over the telecom button. He scanned the long hallway of The Shera; echoing still with the furious sound of rattling and crashing as precious objects were hidden, things of value stashed away. He reached out with his mind, seeking any sense of discord or panic from his clones. A cloud of anxiety, thick and rumbling and red hovered across their mental link, but besides that.... Nothing.

Pulling nervously at his moustach, he pushed the telecom button. A high thin voice exploded immediately over the connection, it's whiny sound amplified by static.

"YOU ARE OUT OF LINE, STARSHIP 002X114! BY INTERSTELLAR MARITIME LAW 0876 SUBSECTION 4C, WE ARE ENTITLED TO BOARD THIS SHIP! OPEN YOUR DOCKING DOOR NOW OR WE WILL BLOW IT OFF!"

Ayaan frowned furiously, checking one last time for any danger signal before finally making his way to the control desk, slipping his hand into the palm reader and allowing the ships door to slide open.

 

Dust and artificially sanitized air billowed out into the ship in a pressurized gust. Two tall figures flanked a short squat one, shiny black boots and starched shoulders partially obscured by the impeding cloud of whirling dust.

Before the dust could clear, Ayaan heard the squeaking of boots rushing forward and a metallic clink. One of the taller figures was on him, a steely hand catching by the shoulder as an extended military issue baton connected with the side of one skinny hip.

Red blooms of pain exploded before Ayaans' eyes, but he kept his mouth clamped firmly shut, not making a sound. It was always the same, Earth Guard units always went crooked. Somehow he was always unlucky enough to run headlong into them.

"What are you doing in Earth colonized airspace, Veiga scum?!" The tall figure shouted, voice muffled behind the visor of his wraparound helmet. Ayaan could not see the Earth guards' face, instead only his own furious countenance reflected back at him from the shiny black surface of the helmet. It wrapped smoothly around each Earth guards head, a reflective pool of tempered black glass. Only the short figure was without a helmet, and Ayaan now saw that he was a fat, squat man, balding and pale. Thinning mousy hair was brushed slickly back on his too large forehead and his short torso was decorated with a medley of ribbons and badges. The little dirt bag probably bought them at an exchange hub, Ayaan thought grimly.

"Search the ship for contraband!" The squat man demanded in his high, whining voice.

 

The guards stood sharply, one of them letting go of Ayaans' shoulder, before saluting and dashing off; boots clinking as they disappeared within the ships' workings.

 

[padfoot]

Roxy winked at her human friend, "you know I am" she waid with a laugh. She was right though, if Roxy got pinned between the probe and the ship, She would be lucky if all she got was paralyzed. She knew that but she also knew that if those earth dick weasles found that they were stripping one of their junk probes without asking, they would send them all to jail. She was having too much fun with the Crew of the Shera. They were more a home than that rock she came from, thats for sure. Roxy checked her systems on her arisol pack and made sure her harpoon launchers were loaded, "SO are we going to do this or what?" she asked, walking to the probe to get ready to be launched inot space.

 

Goobert heard the wrecker female call his name but he was busy making sure all the carbon based lifeforms still had fresh oxygen. THe oxygenator he was repairing was operating at 40 percent at the moment. He nmade a note to pick up more parts at their next stop on a planet. The airlock opened down the hallway and Goobert vanished, melding into the machenery before him and hiding while the Earth patrol walked past. Goobert pooked his head from the wall to watch them assult Ayaan. As the porkly human orded the larger humans to search the ship, Goobert flicked two globs of himself at their laser weapons straped to their hips. Goobert moved his way throught the walls until he was able to drip from the wall behind the short man to check that his Captian was alright.

[ChildeRolande]

Ayaan watched as Goobert dripped from the ceiling, careful not to let the squat little dictator see his distracted gaze. Goobert was going to get himself hurt if he kept this up. Ayaan wasn’t even sure if phazers or antiquated bullets even could hurt the gooey little alien, but he didn’t want to find out….. he’d liked the bloopy little guy from the start.

“You know you really shouldn’t beat up on old men like that” He said, looking away from Goobert and the fat man. He forced his voice to sound feeble and whiny.

“I would give you whatever you wanted, if you asked for it, you know….”

Ayaan chanced a quick look up and saw a dangerous, greedy glint in the little mans’ eyes.

“Yeah I’ve been puttering around these parts for years, just collecting cast off stuff from those intergalactic leisure decks, ya know. Sometimes come across jewelry, perfume, bits and pieces of planetary gems…these rich young people just have no regard for the value of things anymore.” He rubbed his sore and rapidly bruising hip for effect.

“Thieving?” The squat man said, his eyes now a cool and indignant mask. “I knew it. That haul is government property as of Maritime Law 604 A-8.” “Of course” The man said, giving Ayaan a grin that showcased his many brown teeth, “I’m going to need to confiscate it.”

Ayaan smiled back, but behind it he could audibly hear his teeth grind together. There was no Maritime Law 604 A-8…. The little dictator had boarded his ship and endangered his crew for some fake little scam? Ayaan knew it was haram to hate, but he could not help to feel something very much like it stirring in his guts for this deceptive little man.

“Of course officer, I’d never dream of standing in the way of your duty. If you look right behind you you’ll see a loose floorplate. It’s all under there.” Ayaan gave a final look at Goobert, hoping the little guy wouldn’t get hurt with this stunt. Feeling bad for using him this way.

The squat little man turned, his brownish smile still pasted on his too-wide face.

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*Clink* *Clink* *Clink*

One of the helmeted guards, this one bearing a large turquoise patch on his right breast pocket, tapped his extended aluminoleum baton against the spaced bars of the hallway as he walked. He’d heard noise in the kitchen and was in no hurry; people tended to be more willing to spill the beans on where Great-grandma Rudiths’ pearls were if he made a point of the suspenseful approach.

Finally, he rounded the corner to the kitchen, the door quietly whooshing open. His gaze a smoothly reflective black slope, he observed the galley. Flour had been hastily yet scrupulously cleaned up, only a few dusty rings, streaky prints and a bit of spilled jam remained. Two androids stood banished to a corner of the kitchen, still streaked and coated in flour. They regarded him distantly, robotic irises expanding and contracting as they looked him over.

He did not care for that at all.

“Hey!” barked the guard, voice tinny and distorted through the helmets’ internal speaker.

IX and X looked at each other grimly. Better they to be picked on than Effim. They were not capable of liking people, yet still they saw sense in it. She had never done them harm, the organic crew members seemed to like her, and unlike them she was capable of being injured.

“I’m talking to you!” The guard crackled through his speaker. He lifted the baton slightly, a quiet threat.

“Yes. Do you have a question?” The units said together.

“A couple of smart-ass robots… Never seen it in my life.” The guard said, impatience creeping into his voice. “Yeah I got a question. You two can’t lie, can you?”

The robots regarded each other for a moment in silence. “We do not know.” They answered. “We have never done it.”

The guard cursed, sweeping over a jar of goopy red sauce on the countertop. He had long since lost his patience. “Where’s the stuff, huh?” He asked, finally, levelling the baton first at the androids and then at the cook. She looked like the nervous type. He rounded on her, ticking the baton back and forth a few inches from her nose. “Cause I know this place is too clean. Better to spit it out now than risking your pretty little blue hide getting sucked out the airlock, hmm?” The guard leaned forward, slick helmet reflecting the bright galley lights. “Work related accident. Think anybody’d believe two freaky little robots? Hell, Earth Center 804 is just begging for an excuse to start throwing ‘droids in the trash compactors.”

“So what’s it gonna be?” He crackled through his helmet.

A loud, clanking bang echoed against the airlock door.

“Oh. .” Mischa said. She sprang for the airlock door, this one fortunately equipped with a manual safety bar, and held it down. She felt it jiggle from the other side, but she had the advantage of muscle and leverage. She grinned, muscles taught like ripcords.

“Looks like we don’t have any other choice now, huh?” She grumbled, eyeing Roxy over her shoulder. The little mutant seemed excited! Of course she was, Mischa thought with just the tiniest sliver of respect, she always seemed to work best when she got to risk her neck.

“You know once you’re out there I can’t do anything for you, right?” She asked, still holding the safety bar shut against the frustrated rattling and cursing from the other side of the door.

 

[Chandra]

Efim jumped up when the guard entered the kitchen.

"I'm sorry sir, but there's nothing here. At least nothing that I know of. It's all food and ingredients..." She squeaked before her face brightened, "besides, why would I keep anything else in here?! Cooking is all I need!" Efim's voice gained volume.

She twirled around with a smile on her face. She stopped realizing that this could end badly and squeaked out an apology. The sylph quickly turned to her food and started meaninglessly rearranging everything. She was nervous and she hoped the guard would leave her alone if she started to do something.

Efim discreetly looked at the two droids, trying to convey "help me, I don't know what to do!" with a single look.

 

[skwerl56767]

((Small poke? I've interested in joining, but now that I actually have a character idea I'm noticing that there hasn't been much activity in a long while; has everyone become inactive?))

[padfoot]

(((I didn't even know this was still around. I'll talk to Roland and see what she wants to do with this)))

 

(((If anything I'll start something)))