Tseranc
Lost, Pondering.
- Joined
- Sep 3, 2005
- Posts
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Welcome to our sci-fi thread, following the exploits of at least one ship of three freelancers, in a universe based on RedHairedandFriendly’s story, Ice Racer. We’re not aiming to live in the same worlds as her stories, but the inspiration for the thread needed to be given it’s due respect.
Please see our OOC thread for further information, and if interested, how to join. We all hope you enjoy!
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Tapping on the control panel roughly, Desum resorted to simply punching it. Shaking off his hand from the impact, and prancing around trying to ignore the pain. “There ya go dearest, told ya nothing was wrong,” pointing to the now dark warning light. Leaning over her chair he planted a simple, almost mocking kiss on her brow before ducking through the small hatch leading away from the cockpit.
He’d really have to 'fix' that warning light...or maybe get around to actually fixing the fuel regulator properly. His money was on the light – at least until they got a job that paid enough to buy more then food, fuel, and the more urgent repairs.
Making his way down the narrow corridor of the Libertine Bounty, he arrived at the galley. “Jaynnah hun, tell me we got something decent in here to eat. You know who,” he indicated with a thump jutting over his shoulder back toward the cockpit, “ is gonna bust my balls if I don't make some progress on repairs, and I'd like my last meal now.”
He had to find them a job, and a damned good one. He had hopes for the Luben system, their current planned destination. Rumor had it that they would pay just about anyone to go pick up their garbage – and the recent revolution had made a damn fine mess out of the entire sector. Which of course was good and bad...good for jobs sure, but bad in the sense that it had been so messy even the friggin' Unified Planetary Confederation had taken notice.
With the damn Navy poking it's nose so far out in the outer worlds, everyone was a little nervous...especially one Desum “Hawk”. Apparently turning over any criminal to any authority other then the Confederation was considered aiding and abetting, and so he had a laundry list of charges against him for doing just that. His favorite though, by far, was the 'disrespect and defamation of Confederation Naval forces'. Sleeping with an Admiral's daughter to gain access codes he used to reverse the 'flow' of Senior Captain DeWalt's commode, wasn't a big hit with the stiff necks.
“She's the best pilot I've ever met, Jaynnah, but she can be damned picky about getting paid...” he rolled his eyes, as he smiled and inched his way toward the sexy scientific member of his crew.
Please see our OOC thread for further information, and if interested, how to join. We all hope you enjoy!
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Tapping on the control panel roughly, Desum resorted to simply punching it. Shaking off his hand from the impact, and prancing around trying to ignore the pain. “There ya go dearest, told ya nothing was wrong,” pointing to the now dark warning light. Leaning over her chair he planted a simple, almost mocking kiss on her brow before ducking through the small hatch leading away from the cockpit.
He’d really have to 'fix' that warning light...or maybe get around to actually fixing the fuel regulator properly. His money was on the light – at least until they got a job that paid enough to buy more then food, fuel, and the more urgent repairs.
Making his way down the narrow corridor of the Libertine Bounty, he arrived at the galley. “Jaynnah hun, tell me we got something decent in here to eat. You know who,” he indicated with a thump jutting over his shoulder back toward the cockpit, “ is gonna bust my balls if I don't make some progress on repairs, and I'd like my last meal now.”
He had to find them a job, and a damned good one. He had hopes for the Luben system, their current planned destination. Rumor had it that they would pay just about anyone to go pick up their garbage – and the recent revolution had made a damn fine mess out of the entire sector. Which of course was good and bad...good for jobs sure, but bad in the sense that it had been so messy even the friggin' Unified Planetary Confederation had taken notice.
With the damn Navy poking it's nose so far out in the outer worlds, everyone was a little nervous...especially one Desum “Hawk”. Apparently turning over any criminal to any authority other then the Confederation was considered aiding and abetting, and so he had a laundry list of charges against him for doing just that. His favorite though, by far, was the 'disrespect and defamation of Confederation Naval forces'. Sleeping with an Admiral's daughter to gain access codes he used to reverse the 'flow' of Senior Captain DeWalt's commode, wasn't a big hit with the stiff necks.
“She's the best pilot I've ever met, Jaynnah, but she can be damned picky about getting paid...” he rolled his eyes, as he smiled and inched his way toward the sexy scientific member of his crew.