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Post by aviar on Nov 21, 2005 18:11:27 GMT -5
Aviar sighed... He'd been like this for almost a week... The primitive ship he'd had to take on the hunt was not exactly in the best of shape, and it seemed this was not going to be an easy run... If the damn thing lasted at all...
The young man stood, closterphobia just starting to set in as he felt his breath quicken... He could bearly breath it was so cramped in his room... He decided to take a walk... The tall boy looked at his shirt, but it was far to warm to wear it now... His blackish red hair brushed against his shoulders softly, and emerald eyes scanned the door as he opened it and walked out..
"Dammit.. This thing is so old... I have to use the computer manually.... When the hell was this thing made?" He asked himself impatiently as he marched down the hall in nothing but his tight black pants and night blue sky.. Aviar yawned as he walked towards the head of the corridor, which took him about thirty seconds considering the length of his stride. He opened the small door and slipped through into the main area, which was bearly big enough for him to get over to the seat. "After this...I'm getting a new ship... This really only counts as a boat." He muttered annoyedly, trying for what he was sure was the hundrednth time to see if the engines would respond....
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Post by corwin on Nov 22, 2005 19:38:03 GMT -5
“Hey, someone get the Capt’in!” Xhaies snapped at the cluster of crewman – airmen, his mind uttered disgustedly – before turning back to the screen.
Corwin walked onto the main deck, tucking in his shirt as he came closer to his second in command. “What is it?” He asked, already scanning the data numbers on the screen. Really, they should have been landing by now, it wasn’t like Neirvu was that hard to find.
Xhaies wine colored eyes glanced in the other’s direction before replying, typing on the desk screen. “There’s someone on the blue moon; stranded by my guess. The hurricane hasn’t hit them, but I doubt it will stay that way.” Bringing up a series of codes, he continued his explanation. “From what I can tell, the ship is a 3FN model, though those things went out of commission over two decades ago. It’s probably a standard engine problem but…”
Pursing his lips, Corwin leaned back in the chair. “Have they sent out any coding?” He answered himself a second later after scanning the digits again. “No, looks like the signal wouldn’t have made it past the atomospere anyway. Open the Comm link and direct it towards the ship. I’ll open negotiations and, if need be, we can call into Neirvu for emergency transportation.”
Already clicking rapidly on the screen, Xhaies was half way through the process before the youth had finished speaking. “Yes sir.”
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Post by aviar on Nov 22, 2005 22:12:29 GMT -5
Avair started, he hadn't been exspecting to be contacted. Though he didn't bother trying to get his shirt... His ship was boiling...Strike that, his space boat was boiling... The tiny mass of metal was little bigger then a house... Or an apartment... Wait, no... He was being contacted, he hit the button and opened the link. "Aviar Foln speaking, who am I comm linked to?" He asked tersely, emerald eyes scanned his ship to see if the engine had been at rest long enough yet. He sighed, stupid thing... He didn't even bother to move his hair away when red-black locks fell into his face.
Damn, wait, who had found him all the way out here? And how long had he been boat wrecked? ....Where was here? Too many questions, back to buisness. He had a quary, and he had no clue as to who had total capability of either destroying him or saving his sorry ass... He felt like growling, but if it was a friend... Strike that, ally, he would not want to make them mad or scare them away because he let a childish nature take him over.... Old habits do die hard though... Damn, had he been zoned this entire time? Had the other guy said anything yet?
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Post by corwin on Nov 22, 2005 22:48:47 GMT -5
When the link opened, Corwin traded a look with Xhaies before tuning in and opening the speak. “Kello, Corwin aboard the Tchieadec. The comm. is stable.” Looking at the surroundings through the screen, Corwin started keying in details to help the system check out the other’s mainframe and it’s problems. “We located you in passing; your ship is currently crashed in the Vhaer system, codes unneeded. Will you be needing a maintenance check and or help, or is it unnecessary?” The last bit was said with a small, not really there smirk, for the state of the (not) relic was horrible. Yet protocol was protocol and he released the speaker.
Tucking a strand of hair behind the ear and pushing his glasses up the nose, Corwin took in the other’s image through the screen before frowning. “Xhaies, how close is Alur to hitting the ship? The blue moon’s temperature is rising drastically.”
Looking up from the stats, Xhaies gave a glance at the other man before nodding. “A day or so away, so he’s not in that much danger. We can probably call in for some one to get the scrap of metal and just take the guy ourselves.”
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Post by aviar on Nov 22, 2005 23:02:21 GMT -5
"I would very much appriate assistance. My engines went down two months ago and I have been stranded here since, anything you can provide will be appriated." He spoke firmly, family training had taken care of how to handle certain situations, however in ship engine matinance had not been one of them. He sighed as he tried once again to stir the unwaking engines... Annoying, lazy, sons of.... To late, a rather loud noise came from the front of his boat. Dammit, what had that been? He got up out of the seat, leaving the comm open incase his new allies decided to contact him while he was rumaging through the front to check the damage.
He pulled off the front panel. That was odd... There wasn't anything...What had hit his ship? A passing space debris? No, those would have made a larger noise. Aviar stood up, snorting confusedly before sitting back down and checking for engine damage... Well... More then there normally was at least, he found nothing, and decided to try and start the engines again.... "Dammit... Why won't it bloody well turn on?" He hissed to himself trying to press the right combinations of on switches that would allow him mobility again.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, he tapped on his radar screen to see if anything was heading his way. But as usual, it wasn't detecting anything... In fact, it wasn't even on... He'd lost all none life threatening power. He only had back up lights and life support on, and that was only because he'd done matinance on the side walls for three days... But, he liked to look on the bright side... At least he'd lived.....
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Post by corwin on Nov 22, 2005 23:32:15 GMT -5
The ‘thunk’ was heard through the comm. – something that caused Corwin to shove Xhaies out of his seat to get a look at the data. “We’re going to beam down there in 00.05.00 hundred hours. I would use that time to collect anything of value – we can carry a lot, but the scrap of metal will either be eaten by the incoming storm or have to be picked up.”
Looking at the screen opposite, Corwin’s gold eyes took in the sight of his Captain dialing the reinforcements coming from Neirvu. “I repeat this; make sure that you have everything of value, because the storm heading your way is Alur, equivalent of a Hurricane at a constant level of above 5.” Hanging up the comm. speaker, the auburn haired male wearily rubbed his temples before taking the control. They would not be landing for a few more minutes, so Corwin took the time to make sure everything was stable with the others.
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Post by aviar on Nov 22, 2005 23:51:20 GMT -5
Aviar took the information in stride, but he didn't waste time. As soon as he heard the orders he walked quickly to his room, he grabbed his boots, the picture he kept of his two sisters, and his two weapons. He thought about picking up his shirt and mearly hung in over his shoulder. Consideringly, he traveled rather light. As he moved out of his room he said a soft goodbye to anything he might have forgotten and went back to his main corridor.
If they were coming, he hoped they were only sending two... It was a maximum of four persons ship. It was really only good for two things, dodging, and making quick escapes. When it worked that was. He sighed, he was kind of going to miss the old, rusted, sad just to look at boat... Though he was pretty sure that the people aboce him were about to save his life... He wasn't really sure he cared. He slid his shirt and boots on quickly, then pulled the picture out of it's frame and folded it, sliding it into his pocket, then he hooked his danger and claws onto his belt. The weapons he used when he wasn't in beast form.
He ran a hand through his bangs and waitted, he'd done all his preparing in less then three minutes... Stupid training... He hadn't even wasted five seconds saying goodbye to the only life he'd ever carried with him... He wondered if that made him stupid or just a good little hunter...
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Post by corwin on Nov 23, 2005 10:37:08 GMT -5
With a whoosh of air the Tchieadec hovered above the ground. Straightening, Corwin went out to the loading dock and keyed in the opening password before jumping down the hole. Looking up then, gold eyes took in the ship’s condition before moving to the pilot himself.
The screen must have been really crappy, Corwin couldn’t help but muse as he eyed the other’s form in calculation. With a sigh, he jerked his head back before nimbly jumping back onto the pad. “Come on. The Jeskaran base Jenro is a mere jump away; Someone can come back for any scraps before or after Alur hits, depending on timing.” That said, Corwin lead the way through the ship back onto the main deck.
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Post by aviar on Nov 23, 2005 13:10:44 GMT -5
Aviar shook his head and stepped on. "Don't bother, there's nothing here worth saving anymore. Just a bunch of memories that don't matter." He said closing his shirt more, simply because the ship was getting colder, he keyed in his own password and allowed them to transport back, he muttered one last goodbye to the old ship before they left. Then he stood, waitting for a welcome, and order, or an attack. Depending on who he was dealing with since he still wasn't sure. Though he did find time to brush his bangs away from his eyes almost annoyedly.
He looked around, scanning the new inviroment and his supposedly life saver. He noted everything, right down to calculating body mass, and muscle strength. He was ready he figured. At least as much as he could be. Standing back straight, Aviar waitted, sighing inwardly and almost wishing he could take back all the training he'd been given. Though he knew that without it, letting go of that damn ship and all his stupid possessions would have been alot harder....
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Post by corwin on Dec 4, 2005 15:47:24 GMT -5
Leading the way back onto the dock, Corwin paused at the door to look back at the other before fully entering the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Corwin caught some kind of reaction from the other, but ignored it in favor of heading over to the key panels.
Keying in the proper codes to get off of the moon, Corwin gestured to the chair beside the one Xhaies occupied. “Where were you headed?” Really, he mused, the question should have been ‘at where can you get a ride back and or new ship’ but that would be a tad too rude. So he settled for hoping that he would answer somewhere nearer and not some place in the opposite direction the Tchieadec was traveling, such as Mentsiquar.
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Post by aviar on Dec 4, 2005 18:46:20 GMT -5
"If you can just drop me off somewhere near Zerca then I can catch a ride from someone in my family." Aviar stated seriously, he took the seat, but his back stayed straight, as if he were sitting in front of some kind of general... He mentally hit himself for the inability to relax around anyone who he wasn't sure of or was a higher rank then himself.... It was hard sometimes. He didn't want to be an inconvience, but it would be easiest for him to get a ride from Zerca, or one of the moons or planets surrounding Zerca. He knew that his little sister and cousin were both in that area, and wouldn't give him a hard time about loosing the only ship hat he's really traveled on... The little bugger had been his home since he's been old enough to hunt on his own.... He pushed his memories aside, and look at his current aid....
Who was this man? Why was he being so helpful? And why did he seem to try and skip around what he wanted to say? Aviar could tell that he was being an inconvience anyway. Unless this man just went around picking up random broken down ships and saving the people within... Though he'd never heard of anyone doing anything like that, so he thought that unlikily. He just wanted to be in an invorment he could understand again. Mainly, by himself or by one of his lower ranking family members like himself... Before he had to face his grandparents about the ship.....
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Post by xhaies on Dec 11, 2005 0:26:22 GMT -5
Xhaies looked up from the monitoring screen when he heard his protégé walk in the dock room and grinned at the figure that followed behind his precious ‘son.’ “Zerca’s fine, but you’ll have to wait for us to unload quickly at Neirvu.” He answered, knowing that it would be just a bit before Corwin snapped, and Xhaies knew that the boy would feel horrid about it when his mind was clearer.
Snorting softly to himself as he saw the disgruntled expression – almost matching really – on both of their faces he plowed on. “Really, it should not take very long. Now would you both stop twitching like an assassin? It won’t kill you to stop being so sarcastic with each other. If I found someone matching so much in personality I would be delighted and trade sex secrets with my match, Cap’in.”
Sighing softly what he felt coming from Corwin, he shook his head and shut his inner eyelid in annoyance, which made his vision both clearer and more blurred, if possible. Sighing, he turned back to the screen and keyed in the launch code; seconds later they were back in space. “Cap’in, I know that you were dead asleep for the first time in days when this happened, so I’ll continue on to Neirvu from here. Get some rest kid, I’ll get Foln set up.”
Turning to the other sitting next to him, he surveyed the other with a critical eye borne of years. The almost unreadable expression in the other’s eyes made Xhaies itch to skim his mind, but knew that that would only make things worse for everything. Sighing, he listened as the door hissed closed behind the captain’s exit.
“Sorry if you’ve been a bit put on the spot, but Cap’in Kello isn’t in the best shape right now. Should book him a vacation for him and force it…” The last part was muttered as he keyed in coordinates with out looking; he knew the systems in this area like the back of his hand. “If you can sit still for a bit, I can tend to your needs once we get out of this system. Horrid place really. Looks real nice on the surface, until you find out that it’s holding some of the worst planets. Lots of natural disasters in this place. Only reason Corwin comes here is for the Salt mines he owns.”
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Post by aviar on Dec 11, 2005 0:48:40 GMT -5
"I appologize if this seems rude. But I am not here to chat... I am still on a mission given to me, and I will be in a great deal of trouble if I am not able to complete it. I must map out my next moves. Please excuse my gruff tendancies." Aviar said, his emerald eyes shut as he literally thought of a piece of graph paper, and began mapping out his next moves and the pre-calculated moves of his current 'opponent'. He didn't mean to be gruff or rude. But he was one of the youngest in his family, and that made it hard for him when he didn't complete a job. If he was to complete this one, his rank would be boosted, and he would gain more respect in his family. He almost wanted to sigh.
Frustration at how much time he'd lost in two months, and he wasn't gaining any of it back... His prey was apoximately two hundred days ahead of him, as the ship that it was in was far faster then the little wreck his grandparents had dared called a ship.... Boat was more like it... He mapped out equations and ratios in his head, his hands and fingers moving arcoss eachother whenever a problem got to complicated for just his mind to deal with... He after all, was not very good at math... Eventually he pulled a note pad and a pen from his backpack. They were old, old supplies, no one had trusted him with anything else... He began scribbling down plans and equations in what to an outsider might have looked like another language with as bad as his hand writing was... Though it was indeed Zercan, he had no skill in writing, so much of what came from his hand looked like gibberish to anyone but his sister and cousin who were the closest family he had...
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Post by corwin on Dec 11, 2005 1:02:06 GMT -5
Eyeing the other male from his position from the door, Corwin eyed the other’s actions with a critical eye. No matter what Xhaies thought, sleep could wait and the other’s chatty mood would go down the drain without a stopper. Pursing his lips, he eyed what he could from that position.
“It’s perfectly reasonable.” He finally spoke up, ignoring his first’s ‘what-are-you-still-doing-here’ startled look. Corwin didn’t dare look at the other’s calculations, but rather gold eyes took in the other’s in and out distracted form slouched in the chair. “But should you need something more suitable, there’s a lab that you can work in. No matter what Xhaies’ accusations against me might be, I shan’t be unreasonable. There are coordinate plotters in there, as are means of communication should it be necessary.”
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Post by aviar on Dec 11, 2005 10:45:24 GMT -5
"It's really not nessisary. I do not wish to be any more of an inconvinience." He spoke more quietly then before. His voice loosing its sharp edge as he put something resembling the end of a sentance, and lifted his paper to re-read his work, checking the first part of his plan, reading to make sure there were no miscalculations that could lead to any sort of failure. He would not fail... Though he was perfectly aware of the two sets of eyes currently on him. It made him nervious, he didn't like being stared at. Made him feel like a cornered prey, and he prefered to be the hunter, not the hunted.... He was never sure of how much force a hunter other then himself might use.... And that made him nervious.... So he flipped the page after assuring himself that the plan was solid, then began on the second half, scribbling madly.
"I appologize for any inconvience I am currently causing you. Please, just act as if I were not here, then instruct me when you are ready to drop me off...." He said as politely as he could manage while writing at the same time... He truly did not want to get in there way... And he was pretty sure that if he sat still where they'd put him he'd be out of the way as much as he could be....
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