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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Jan 30, 2018 0:20:38 GMT -5
"So is everyone else on this ship. She isn't special. Get up the ladder. I'll let her die on the other ship if you really want to watch." He gestures again to the ladder. Silver turned her eyes away. "I don't." She dropped her weapon and climbed up the ladder. {It's up to you to save the ship, Rith.} she urged her friend. "Your choice." He drops Rith and follows her up the ladder. Rith will have a minute or two before the ship detaches from the shuttle to do something to save herself. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Jan 30, 2018 0:45:13 GMT -5
Silver turned her eyes away. "I don't." She dropped her weapon and climbed up the ladder. {It's up to you to save the ship, Rith.} she urged her friend. "Your choice." He drops Rith and follows her up the ladder. Rith will have a minute or two before the ship detaches from the shuttle to do something to save herself. Silver looked around the Jalgar ship as her head came out of the ladder entrance. She stayed there, trying block the Jalgar's exit to buy Rith and the Trallyrs a little more time. --- The artificial accessory of Rith's brain opened and assessed the damage to her body. Her senses mixed and her feeling left her floating weightless in a nebula of signals. The personal appurtenance meshed with her mind, giving her a moment to feel like her old self. She knew her current body was below optimal in both heath and physical fitness, and hesitated at the thought of switching to her Zafara form. She thought better of it, picking her Bori form instead. If I have to grapple with their mechanical hands I don't want soft fingers that can get crushed...As her body shifted she brought up a memory that was normally locked to her. The identity of her betrayer. "You are supposed to serve ME for LIFE!" yelled Rith, presently in the form of a Techo. "As long as I live you are mine! I BUILT YOU!"
"That's an oversimplification of the terms of my service and the matter of my existence," the companion robot responded. A decision has been reached, and is not solely based on your most recent infraction. I will deactivate your ceregraft and leave you to your exile."
"You'll have to kill me first!" she screamed, rushing the robot who grabbed at her throat-The memory ended as her ceregraft finished with her body and shut down again. She snarled inwardly, grasping for the memory she had just seen- but it was gone again. She looked down at her body, feeling angry and stupid with just her natural brain to rely on again. It registered amid her other thoughts that she was finally her natural dark colors again, with a tuft of green on her tail to match the green of her eyes. These eyes shifted to the hole in the ceiling that would soon open and release the air from the cabin. She'd heard a hole like that could be patched temporarily with a force field. It might be worth a try, but she looked around the room for a backup plan. Would the remains of the cabin door be large and strong enough, she wondered. ((If nothing intervenes with her:)) But wouldn't ships have emergency oxygen masks? From what she'd seen of Trallyr accommodations for other species so far they'd likely only fit a Trallyr. But why hadn't the ship been protected? Were pirates in the area rare, or did the Trallyr think themselves immune from attack? She frowned at her thoughts. Another thing was bugging her. The Trallyr passengers were too helpless. One or two behaving like that she could understand, but all the passengers? It was a red flag, and could be an act. They might even be with the pirates. She mentally cursed went to the cabin door, glancing out into the passenger cabin to see what the people there were doing now. They would have heard the conversation, even if only one of them admitted to speaking Jalgarean. ... Unless that one was with the pirates. She could tell everyone the Jalgar said whatever she wanted them to believe. But from what she had said they had said, it seemed unlikely. But language barriers would not have stopped any of the Trallyr from hearing the gunshots- they had to think her dead, she thought. {The pirates are done torturing the passengers and are now going to asphyxiate them,} she sent out, though she held no hopes of a timely answer from the Rinamians or any possible Trallyr rescuers. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 14, 2018 21:31:06 GMT -5
"Your choice." He drops Rith and follows her up the ladder. Rith will have a minute or two before the ship detaches from the shuttle to do something to save herself. Silver looked around the Jalgar ship as her head came out of the ladder entrance. She stayed there, trying block the Jalgar's exit to buy Rith and the Trallyrs a little more time. --- The artificial accessory of Rith's brain opened and assessed the damage to her body. Her senses mixed and her feeling left her floating weightless in a nebula of signals. The personal appurtenance meshed with her mind, giving her a moment to feel like her old self. She knew her current body was below optimal in both heath and physical fitness, and hesitated at the thought of switching to her Zafara form. She thought better of it, picking her Bori form instead. If I have to grapple with their mechanical hands I don't want soft fingers that can get crushed...As her body shifted she brought up a memory that was normally locked to her. The identity of her betrayer. "You are supposed to serve ME for LIFE!" yelled Rith, presently in the form of a Techo. "As long as I live you are mine! I BUILT YOU!"
"That's an oversimplification of the terms of my service and the matter of my existence," the companion robot responded. A decision has been reached, and is not solely based on your most recent infraction. I will deactivate your ceregraft and leave you to your exile."
"You'll have to kill me first!" she screamed, rushing the robot who grabbed at her throat-The memory ended as her ceregraft finished with her body and shut down again. She snarled inwardly, grasping for the memory she had just seen- but it was gone again. She looked down at her body, feeling angry and stupid with just her natural brain to rely on again. It registered amid her other thoughts that she was finally her natural dark colors again, with a tuft of green on her tail to match the green of her eyes. These eyes shifted to the hole in the ceiling that would soon open and release the air from the cabin. She'd heard a hole like that could be patched temporarily with a force field. It might be worth a try, but she looked around the room for a backup plan. Would the remains of the cabin door be large and strong enough, she wondered. ((If nothing intervenes with her:)) But wouldn't ships have emergency oxygen masks? From what she'd seen of Trallyr accommodations for other species so far they'd likely only fit a Trallyr. But why hadn't the ship been protected? Were pirates in the area rare, or did the Trallyr think themselves immune from attack? She frowned at her thoughts. Another thing was bugging her. The Trallyr passengers were too helpless. One or two behaving like that she could understand, but all the passengers? It was a red flag, and could be an act. They might even be with the pirates. She mentally cursed went to the cabin door, glancing out into the passenger cabin to see what the people there were doing now. They would have heard the conversation, even if only one of them admitted to speaking Jalgarean. ... Unless that one was with the pirates. She could tell everyone the Jalgar said whatever she wanted them to believe. But from what she had said they had said, it seemed unlikely. But language barriers would not have stopped any of the Trallyr from hearing the gunshots- they had to think her dead, she thought. {The pirates are done torturing the passengers and are now going to asphyxiate them,} she sent out, though she held no hopes of a timely answer from the Rinamians or any possible Trallyr rescuers. The Jalgar ship is first strikingly different from the transport in that the lights used are not nearly as bright, and are a darker, fluorescent orange. She seems to have surfaced in an airlock. There's a door ahead of her that might lead to the rest of the ship. She gets nudged from behind. "Don't get too distracted by it. You'll get familiar enough with it." The captain speaks in trallyean. --- The Captain's cabin was nice once, before it was strewn with the blood of the captain. The poor man is still strewn about the floor in a corner. Rith can see out the front of the transport. The control console is slightly damaged. A variety of warning lights are flashing but all the words are in Trallyean. A few are important enough to be in a few languages, including English. One light flashing is labeled "SHIELDS" and another "BEACON FAILURE". But it seems the ship can still fly. The controls probably aren't hard to get used to if one already can fly a ship and can read what's what. The cabin door is tall and thin. It would not effectively cover the hole, which is circular. Curse trallyr aesthetics. The Trallyr in the passenger cabin.. you cannot see all of them. It's easy to tell a good number of them are out of sight. But the rest are cowering in their seats. The door to the luggage room is still open. One trallyr seems to be praying. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 14, 2018 23:30:15 GMT -5
Silver looked around the Jalgar ship as her head came out of the ladder entrance. She stayed there, trying block the Jalgar's exit to buy Rith and the Trallyrs a little more time. --- The artificial accessory of Rith's brain opened and assessed the damage to her body. Her senses mixed and her feeling left her floating weightless in a nebula of signals. The personal appurtenance meshed with her mind, giving her a moment to feel like her old self. She knew her current body was below optimal in both heath and physical fitness, and hesitated at the thought of switching to her Zafara form. She thought better of it, picking her Bori form instead. If I have to grapple with their mechanical hands I don't want soft fingers that can get crushed...As her body shifted she brought up a memory that was normally locked to her. The identity of her betrayer. "You are supposed to serve ME for LIFE!" yelled Rith, presently in the form of a Techo. "As long as I live you are mine! I BUILT YOU!"
"That's an oversimplification of the terms of my service and the matter of my existence," the companion robot responded. A decision has been reached, and is not solely based on your most recent infraction. I will deactivate your ceregraft and leave you to your exile."
"You'll have to kill me first!" she screamed, rushing the robot who grabbed at her throat-The memory ended as her ceregraft finished with her body and shut down again. She snarled inwardly, grasping for the memory she had just seen- but it was gone again. She looked down at her body, feeling angry and stupid with just her natural brain to rely on again. It registered amid her other thoughts that she was finally her natural dark colors again, with a tuft of green on her tail to match the green of her eyes. These eyes shifted to the hole in the ceiling that would soon open and release the air from the cabin. She'd heard a hole like that could be patched temporarily with a force field. It might be worth a try, but she looked around the room for a backup plan. Would the remains of the cabin door be large and strong enough, she wondered. ((If nothing intervenes with her:)) But wouldn't ships have emergency oxygen masks? From what she'd seen of Trallyr accommodations for other species so far they'd likely only fit a Trallyr. But why hadn't the ship been protected? Were pirates in the area rare, or did the Trallyr think themselves immune from attack? She frowned at her thoughts. Another thing was bugging her. The Trallyr passengers were too helpless. One or two behaving like that she could understand, but all the passengers? It was a red flag, and could be an act. They might even be with the pirates. She mentally cursed went to the cabin door, glancing out into the passenger cabin to see what the people there were doing now. They would have heard the conversation, even if only one of them admitted to speaking Jalgarean. ... Unless that one was with the pirates. She could tell everyone the Jalgar said whatever she wanted them to believe. But from what she had said they had said, it seemed unlikely. But language barriers would not have stopped any of the Trallyr from hearing the gunshots- they had to think her dead, she thought. {The pirates are done torturing the passengers and are now going to asphyxiate them,} she sent out, though she held no hopes of a timely answer from the Rinamians or any possible Trallyr rescuers. The Jalgar ship is first strikingly different from the transport in that the lights used are not nearly as bright, and are a darker, fluorescent orange. She seems to have surfaced in an airlock. There's a door ahead of her that might lead to the rest of the ship. She gets nudged from behind. "Don't get too distracted by it. You'll get familiar enough with it." The captain speaks in trallyean. --- The Captain's cabin was nice once, before it was strewn with the blood of the captain. The poor man is still strewn about the floor in a corner. Rith can see out the front of the transport. The control console is slightly damaged. A variety of warning lights are flashing but all the words are in Trallyean. A few are important enough to be in a few languages, including English. One light flashing is labeled "SHIELDS" another "BEACON FAILURE". But it seems the ship can still fly. The controls probably aren't hard to get used to if one already can fly a ship and can read what's what. The cabin door is tall and thin. It would not effectively cover the hole, which is circular. Curse trallyr aesthetics. The Trallyr in the passenger cabin.. you cannot see all of them. It's easy to tell a good number of them are out of sight. But the rest are cowering in their seats. The door to the luggage room is still open. One trallyr seems to be praying. In the darker lighting Silver's own light shown clearer, mixing her blue with the orange to result in a grey glow around her. She crawled slowly out of the hole and fell to her knees, sobbing. "Why? Why do you have to kill them all!? I was the one who fired, and the other one had a personality disorder. If you want to set an example, why not throw me into space?" --- That's promising, Rith noted about the console. And that's not, she noted about the Trallyr. "Idiots," she rasped out loud in a voice she thought sounded like she was dying, "Find something to cover the hole." [Silver, where -bleep- are you? I can't rely on these brainless babies.] [I'm on the pirate ship,] Silver responded. [WHY THE -BLEEP- ARE YOU ON THE -BLEEP- PIRATE SHIP WHEN I NEED YOU HERE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU?] [You need to save the people on the ship,] Silver answered. [AND WHAT IF I DON'T KNOW HOW, SILVER? I WOULD RATHER LIVE AND I ONLY CARE SLIGHTLY WHAT HAPPENS TO THESE -BLEEP-] Maybe I can patch the hole with the skin and bones of the dead Trallyr, Rith thought. It would probably take too long, but as long as I have something like duct tape..
No, no, not strong enough. But they would make a good glue. Maybe if we used the cabin door and the luggage door together... I probably have duct tape, but I would rather not use my supplies unless I have to.. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 17, 2018 23:48:41 GMT -5
The Jalgar ship is first strikingly different from the transport in that the lights used are not nearly as bright, and are a darker, fluorescent orange. She seems to have surfaced in an airlock. There's a door ahead of her that might lead to the rest of the ship. She gets nudged from behind. "Don't get too distracted by it. You'll get familiar enough with it." The captain speaks in trallyean. --- The Captain's cabin was nice once, before it was strewn with the blood of the captain. The poor man is still strewn about the floor in a corner. Rith can see out the front of the transport. The control console is slightly damaged. A variety of warning lights are flashing but all the words are in Trallyean. A few are important enough to be in a few languages, including English. One light flashing is labeled "SHIELDS" another "BEACON FAILURE". But it seems the ship can still fly. The controls probably aren't hard to get used to if one already can fly a ship and can read what's what. The cabin door is tall and thin. It would not effectively cover the hole, which is circular. Curse trallyr aesthetics. The Trallyr in the passenger cabin.. you cannot see all of them. It's easy to tell a good number of them are out of sight. But the rest are cowering in their seats. The door to the luggage room is still open. One trallyr seems to be praying. In the darker lighting Silver's own light shown clearer, mixing her blue with the orange to result in a grey glow around her. She crawled slowly out of the hole and fell to her knees, sobbing. "Why? Why do you have to kill them all!? I was the one who fired, and the other one had a personality disorder. If you want to set an example, why not throw me into space?" --- That's promising, Rith noted about the console. And that's not, she noted about the Trallyr. "Idiots," she rasped out loud in a voice she thought sounded like she was dying, "Find something to cover the hole." [Silver, where -bleep- are you? I can't rely on these brainless babies.] [I'm on the pirate ship,] Silver responded. [WHY THE -BLEEP- ARE YOU ON THE -BLEEP- PIRATE SHIP WHEN I NEED YOU HERE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU?] [You need to save the people on the ship,] Silver answered. [AND WHAT IF I DON'T KNOW HOW, SILVER? I WOULD RATHER LIVE AND I ONLY CARE SLIGHTLY WHAT HAPPENS TO THESE -BLEEP-] Maybe I can patch the hole with the skin and bones of the dead Trallyr, Rith thought. It would probably take too long, but as long as I have something like duct tape..
No, no, not strong enough. But they would make a good glue. Maybe if we used the cabin door and the luggage door together... I probably have duct tape, but I would rather not use my supplies unless I have to.."Well, that's because I think you're more useful to me alive and sellable than floating in the void. Go on through there, if you would." The bulkier of the Jalgar opens the door to the rest of the ship and approaches Silver. When the captain climbs in, he pushes a button on his belt and the hole closes. --- Rith can hear the portal above shut. It's unclear how much time she has. The trallyr hear her rasp and a few of them scramble to see if anything in their luggage would suffice. By the looks of it the best they have is a lot of cloth, some plastic wrap, and a variety of office supplies. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 18, 2018 0:38:08 GMT -5
In the darker lighting Silver's own light shown clearer, mixing her blue with the orange to result in a grey glow around her. She crawled slowly out of the hole and fell to her knees, sobbing. "Why? Why do you have to kill them all!? I was the one who fired, and the other one had a personality disorder. If you want to set an example, why not throw me into space?" --- That's promising, Rith noted about the console. And that's not, she noted about the Trallyr. "Idiots," she rasped out loud in a voice she thought sounded like she was dying, "Find something to cover the hole." [Silver, where -bleep- are you? I can't rely on these brainless babies.] [I'm on the pirate ship,] Silver responded. [WHY THE -BLEEP- ARE YOU ON THE -BLEEP- PIRATE SHIP WHEN I NEED YOU HERE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU?] [You need to save the people on the ship,] Silver answered. [AND WHAT IF I DON'T KNOW HOW, SILVER? I WOULD RATHER LIVE AND I ONLY CARE SLIGHTLY WHAT HAPPENS TO THESE -BLEEP-] Maybe I can patch the hole with the skin and bones of the dead Trallyr, Rith thought. It would probably take too long, but as long as I have something like duct tape..
No, no, not strong enough. But they would make a good glue. Maybe if we used the cabin door and the luggage door together... I probably have duct tape, but I would rather not use my supplies unless I have to.."Well, that's because I think you're more useful to me alive and sellable than floating in the void. Go on through there, if you would." The bulkier of the Jalgar opens the door to the rest of the ship and approaches Silver. When the captain climbs in, he pushes a button on his belt and the hole closes. --- Rith can hear the portal above shut. It's unclear how much time she has. The trallyr hear her rasp and a few of them scramble to see if anything in their luggage would suffice. By the looks of it the best they have is a lot of cloth, some plastic wrap, and a variety of office supplies. "S-ssell? I'm not a great sell, I don't know if you know much about Chi'Suut but we don't normally look like this you see I've got an odd medical condition and I don't think your buyers want a slave with a mysterious illness I thought the Trallyr could help me but I needed money and their economy is a lot stronger than back home so everything is super expensive a-aaand that guy's HUGE."Silver stared at the new face approaching her, backing away from him, her words spilling out at an increasing rate and volume. "And I think I'd rather die, yes, can I please go back to the doomed ship now, floating space is definitely preferable to being sold!" --- Rith swore to herself. "The door! Get the luggage door!" [ SILVER, GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! ] [ I CAN'T THEY CLOSED THE HOLE RITH THEY WANT TO SELL ME! ] came the replying mind-scream. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 18, 2018 0:53:05 GMT -5
"Well, that's because I think you're more useful to me alive and sellable than floating in the void. Go on through there, if you would." The bulkier of the Jalgar opens the door to the rest of the ship and approaches Silver. When the captain climbs in, he pushes a button on his belt and the hole closes. --- Rith can hear the portal above shut. It's unclear how much time she has. The trallyr hear her rasp and a few of them scramble to see if anything in their luggage would suffice. By the looks of it the best they have is a lot of cloth, some plastic wrap, and a variety of office supplies. "S-ssell? I'm not a great sell, I don't know if you know much about Chi'Suut but we don't normally look like this you see I've got an odd medical condition and I don't think your buyers want a slave with a mysterious illness I thought the Trallyr could help me but I needed money and their economy is a lot stronger than back home so everything is super expensive a-aaand that guy's HUGE."Silver stared at the new face approaching her, backing away from him, her words spilling out at an increasing rate and volume. "And I think I'd rather die, yes, can I please go back to the doomed ship now, floating space is definitely preferable to being sold!" --- Rith swore to herself. "The door! Get the luggage door!" [ SILVER, GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! ] [ I CAN'T THEY CLOSED THE HOLE RITH THEY WANT TO SELL ME! ] came the replying mind-scream. The Captain laughed. "Slave? No I think that there are better options for you than that. Don't sell yourself short." The large one walked up to her, not really threatening in any way other than his size and the odd mask over his face. "I mean, if I know my clients I think I can get you a relatively labor-less place." He talks as if he's discussion vacation spots, heading to the door. "Lochoi there will show you to where you can stay for the ride unless you intend to make his job harder for him. If you're good enough we may not even cuff you" He gives her a hospitable smile before walking off into the hallway, leaving her alone with Lochoi, who stops a couple feet away from her. He does have some odd looking cuffs in one hand. He hands look like they were built to take a beating and have lived up to their expectations "..." It's like he has trouble talking. He's unexpectedly softspoken. "Will you walk, or will I have to drag you?" --- "The door?!" Their tone implies they don't think they are strong enough for that.. As a group trying you can tell these are not going to be able to dislodge the perfectly undamaged sliding metal door. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 18, 2018 1:17:25 GMT -5
"S-ssell? I'm not a great sell, I don't know if you know much about Chi'Suut but we don't normally look like this you see I've got an odd medical condition and I don't think your buyers want a slave with a mysterious illness I thought the Trallyr could help me but I needed money and their economy is a lot stronger than back home so everything is super expensive a-aaand that guy's HUGE."Silver stared at the new face approaching her, backing away from him, her words spilling out at an increasing rate and volume. "And I think I'd rather die, yes, can I please go back to the doomed ship now, floating space is definitely preferable to being sold!" --- Rith swore to herself. "The door! Get the luggage door!" [ SILVER, GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! ] [ I CAN'T THEY CLOSED THE HOLE RITH THEY WANT TO SELL ME! ] came the replying mind-scream. The Captain laughed. "Slave? No I think that there are better options for you than that. Don't sell yourself short." The large one walked up to her, not really threatening in any way other than his size and the odd mask over his face. "I mean, if I know my clients I think I can get you a relatively labor-less place." He talks as if he's discussion vacation spots, heading to the door. "Lochoi there will show you to where you can stay for the ride unless you intend to make his job harder for him. If you're good enough we may not even cuff you" He gives her a hospitable smile before walking off into the hallway, leaving her alone with Lochoi, who stops a couple feet away from her. He does have some odd looking cuffs in one hand. He hands look like they were built to take a beating and have lived up to their expectations "..." It's like he has trouble talking. He's unexpectedly softspoken. "Will you walk, or will I have to drag you?" --- "The door?!" Their tone implies they don't think they are strong enough for that.. As a group trying you can tell these are not going to be able to dislodge the perfectly undamaged sliding metal door. She stared at him and started sobbing again as she cowered on the floor. "May I.. may I have a minute?" --- "Yeah, never mind that. -bleep.-" She opened her bag and looked for supplies, pushing aside a personal force field for something flatter. She blinked tears away and grabbed one, a band meant to be worn on an arm. She held it in her hand under the hole, waiting. "I really hope this works. Everyone get inside the luggage room and shut the door in case it doesn't!" I don't know if that will save them if this fails, but it's better than nothing...[ SILVER! ] |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 18, 2018 1:28:33 GMT -5
The Captain laughed. "Slave? No I think that there are better options for you than that. Don't sell yourself short." The large one walked up to her, not really threatening in any way other than his size and the odd mask over his face. "I mean, if I know my clients I think I can get you a relatively labor-less place." He talks as if he's discussion vacation spots, heading to the door. "Lochoi there will show you to where you can stay for the ride unless you intend to make his job harder for him. If you're good enough we may not even cuff you" He gives her a hospitable smile before walking off into the hallway, leaving her alone with Lochoi, who stops a couple feet away from her. He does have some odd looking cuffs in one hand. He hands look like they were built to take a beating and have lived up to their expectations "..." It's like he has trouble talking. He's unexpectedly softspoken. "Will you walk, or will I have to drag you?" --- "The door?!" Their tone implies they don't think they are strong enough for that.. As a group trying you can tell these are not going to be able to dislodge the perfectly undamaged sliding metal door. She stared at him and started sobbing again as she cowered on the floor. "May I.. may I have a minute?" --- "Yeah, never mind that. -bleep.-" She opened her bag and looked for supplies, staring as she found a Rinamian time bubble maker. Too bad it can't work backwards.She blinked tears away and pulled out the bubble wand, pointing it at the hole and changing the settings to 'pause'. "I really hope this works. Everyone get inside the luggage room and shut the door in case it doesn't!" I don't know if that will save them if this fails, but it's better than nothing...She braced herself in a corner. [ SILVER! ] "... Sure." He stands there patiently. --- The Trallyr Scramble into the room and shut the door. The whish and click of it implied it might be able to hold oxygen in there if there wasn't an interconnected ventilation system. The jalgar ship begins the move. The Chute latch on the shuttle deactivates. The hole is open to the void. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 18, 2018 1:41:08 GMT -5
She stared at him and started sobbing again as she cowered on the floor. "May I.. may I have a minute?" --- "Yeah, never mind that. -bleep.-" She opened her bag and looked for supplies, staring as she found a Rinamian time bubble maker. Too bad it can't work backwards.She blinked tears away and pulled out the bubble wand, pointing it at the hole and changing the settings to 'pause'. "I really hope this works. Everyone get inside the luggage room and shut the door in case it doesn't!" I don't know if that will save them if this fails, but it's better than nothing...She braced herself in a corner. [ SILVER! ] "... Sure." He stands there patiently. --- The Trallyr Scramble into the room and shut the door. The whish and click of it implied it might be able to hold oxygen in there if there wasn't an interconnected ventilation system. The jalgar ship begins the move. The Chute latch on the shuttle deactivates. The hole is open to the void. Silver stared at the ground, still sobbing. "When... when are we going back? All those people... are dying." [RITH?] --- The vacuum pulled at Rith and her surroundings. She leapt to meet it. [I'm fine. We're fine.] Rith stared at space through her new window. Watching as the ship holding her friend pulled away. [We just have to wait for them to come back. I'll get you then.] "It worked." she announced to the Trallyr. She let go of the bracelet, leaving it vacuum sealed to the ceiling. "Might as well stay where you are. They said they'd be back." She sorted through her luggage for a suitable outfit, somewhat gleefully picking out her space trooper attire. She sat in the captain's chair, looking over her control panel again. Hah. And Silver said nothing good would ever come from working for Dr. Sloth. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 18, 2018 14:22:31 GMT -5
"... Sure." He stands there patiently. --- The Trallyr Scramble into the room and shut the door. The whish and click of it implied it might be able to hold oxygen in there if there wasn't an interconnected ventilation system. The jalgar ship begins the move. The Chute latch on the shuttle deactivates. The hole is open to the void. Silver stared at the ground, still sobbing. "When... when are we going back? All those people... are dying." [RITH?] --- The vacuum pulled at Rith and her surroundings. She leapt to meet it. [I'm fine. We're fine.] Rith stared at space through her new window. Watching as the ship holding her friend pulled away. [We just have to wait for them to come back. I'll get you then.] "It worked." she announced to the Trallyr. She let go of the bracelet, leaving it vacuum sealed to the ceiling. "Might as well stay where you are. They said they'd be back." She sorted through her luggage for a suitable outfit, somewhat gleefully picking out her space trooper attire. She sat in the captain's chair, looking over her control panel again. Hah. And Silver said nothing good would ever come from working for Dr. Sloth."I don't know. Not my decision. Maybe a few days." --- The trallyr were needless to say stunned at the strange creature before them. They didn't see it arrive on the ship and they watch in confused fascination. The control panel isn't as complicated as one might expect. An array of buttons, switches, and levers lay before her. Most of which are written only in Trallyean. Some pictorial symbols indicate that turning is activated by a set of two levers and one switch. One warning light seems to denote lower-than desired oxygen levels in the ship, but not at the critical level. The window outside shows the Jalgar ship pulling away and accelerating. |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 18, 2018 14:39:55 GMT -5
Silver stared at the ground, still sobbing. "When... when are we going back? All those people... are dying." [RITH?] --- The vacuum pulled at Rith and her surroundings. She leapt to meet it. [I'm fine. We're fine.] Rith stared at space through her new window. Watching as the ship holding her friend pulled away. [We just have to wait for them to come back. I'll get you then.] "It worked." she announced to the Trallyr. She let go of the bracelet, leaving it vacuum sealed to the ceiling. "Might as well stay where you are. They said they'd be back." She sorted through her luggage for a suitable outfit, somewhat gleefully picking out her space trooper attire. She sat in the captain's chair, looking over her control panel again. Hah. And Silver said nothing good would ever come from working for Dr. Sloth."I don't know. Not my decision. Maybe a few days." --- The trallyr were needless to say stunned at the strange creature before them. They didn't see it arrive on the ship and they watch in confused fascination. The control panel isn't as complicated as one might expect. An array of buttons, switches, and levers lay before her. Most of which are written only in Trallyean. Some pictorial symbols indicate that turning is activated by a set of two levers and one switch. One warning light seems to denote lower-than desired oxygen levels in the ship, but not at the critical level. The window outside shows the Jalgar ship pulling away and accelerating. Silver stared at him in horror. [ RITH WE MIGHT NOT BE BACK FOR A FEW DAYS! WHAT DO WE DO?! ] --- Rith cursed again. [ A few days? We can't wait that long. -bleep-, must be in case we managed to cover the hole. That sly -bleep-. Whatever, I think I can fly this ship. Can't read Trallyean, but hopefully someone this ship can. Ah- ] She turned around, eying the Trallyr. "Thought I told you to stay in the luggage room. Whatever, can anyone here read? And stop staring, this isn't even my true form. Captain Rithivaland, shapeshifter, at your service, I guess." [ Silver, be a dear and find out the name of that-bleep- ] --- Silver gulped, or tried to, and stood up. "What.. what is your captain's name?" she asked Lochoi . |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 18, 2018 14:44:37 GMT -5
"I don't know. Not my decision. Maybe a few days." --- The trallyr were needless to say stunned at the strange creature before them. They didn't see it arrive on the ship and they watch in confused fascination. The control panel isn't as complicated as one might expect. An array of buttons, switches, and levers lay before her. Most of which are written only in Trallyean. Some pictorial symbols indicate that turning is activated by a set of two levers and one switch. One warning light seems to denote lower-than desired oxygen levels in the ship, but not at the critical level. The window outside shows the Jalgar ship pulling away and accelerating. Silver stared at him in horror. [ RITH WE MIGHT NOT BE BACK FOR A FEW DAYS! WHAT DO WE DO?! ] --- Rith cursed again. [ A few days? We can't wait that long. -bleep-, must be in case we managed to cover the hole. That sly -bleep-. Whatever, I think I can fly this ship. Can't read Trallyean, but hopefully someone this ship can. Ah- ] She turned around, eying the Trallyr. "Thought I told you to stay in the luggage room. Whatever, can anyone here read? And stop staring, this isn't even my true form. Captain Rithivaland, shapeshifter, at your service, I guess." [ Silver, be a dear and find out the name of that-bleep- ] --- Silver gulped, or tried to, and stood up. "What.. what is your captain's name?" she asked Lochoi . The ones who weren't surprised that Rith was a shapeshifter looked a little miffed that they might look illiterate. One of the shorter ones walked forward and explained the controls to the shuttle, or at least what the labels read. Another pipped up with some useful information about this kind of shuttle and how much energy the ship probably has left. A few days worth of energy, he guesses. --- Lochoi took a moment to think. "He has many names. I call him Fugel. But that is not his name. It would be stupid to tell you his name." |
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 18, 2018 15:10:41 GMT -5
Silver stared at him in horror. [ RITH WE MIGHT NOT BE BACK FOR A FEW DAYS! WHAT DO WE DO?! ] --- Rith cursed again. [ A few days? We can't wait that long. -bleep-, must be in case we managed to cover the hole. That sly -bleep-. Whatever, I think I can fly this ship. Can't read Trallyean, but hopefully someone this ship can. Ah- ] She turned around, eying the Trallyr. "Thought I told you to stay in the luggage room. Whatever, can anyone here read? And stop staring, this isn't even my true form. Captain Rithivaland, shapeshifter, at your service, I guess." [ Silver, be a dear and find out the name of that-bleep- ] --- Silver gulped, or tried to, and stood up. "What.. what is your captain's name?" she asked Lochoi . The ones who weren't surprised that Rith was a shapeshifter looked a little miffed that they might look illiterate. One of the shorter ones walked forward and explained the controls to the shuttle, or at least what the labels read. Another pipped up with some useful information about this kind of shuttle and how much energy the ship probably has left. A few days worth of energy, he guesses. --- Lochoi took a moment to think. "He has many names. I call him Fugel. But that is not his name. It would be stupid to tell you his name." Rith sat back in the chair and rubbed her eyes, thinking. [ Silver... we can't wait that long. I will find you. I always have. Learn what you can about your captors and where you will be. ] [ Yes, Captain. But Captain... You've never had to find me on an unfamiliar planet before. ] [ I found you in the spirit world. I'd count that. ] [ What I'm saying, Captain, is that I forgive you if you can't. If it gets too dangerous, or it's just not possible, I forgive you. ] [ Don't talk like that, Silver. ] [ These people aren't like the people before. ] --- "I just want to know what I can call him." Silver replied. "Why would it be stupid to tell me his name?" Is escape from him common? she wondered. |
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 18, 2018 15:15:31 GMT -5
The ones who weren't surprised that Rith was a shapeshifter looked a little miffed that they might look illiterate. One of the shorter ones walked forward and explained the controls to the shuttle, or at least what the labels read. Another pipped up with some useful information about this kind of shuttle and how much energy the ship probably has left. A few days worth of energy, he guesses. --- Lochoi took a moment to think. "He has many names. I call him Fugel. But that is not his name. It would be stupid to tell you his name." Rith sat back in the chair and rubbed her eyes, thinking. [ Silver... we can't wait that long. I will find you. I always have. Learn what you can about your captors and where you will be. ] [ Yes, Captain. But Captain... You've never had to find me on an unfamiliar planet before. ] [ I found you in the spirit world. I'd count that. ] [ What I'm saying, Captain, is that I forgive you if you can't. If it gets too dangerous, or it's just not possible, I forgive you. ] [ Don't talk like that, Silver. ] [ These people aren't like the people before. ] --- "I just want to know what I can call him." Silver replied. "Why would it be stupid to tell me his name?" Is escape from him common? she wondered. Lochoi tilted his head. "You can call him captain. No one knows his name that is not his crew. Even our buyers do not. It is a matter of security." Something shifts at an apparatus on his back and his mask changes color for a moment. He doesn't react to it. "It is better to come along now than stay in this airlock. There is a place for you. Do you eat?" |
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