Intergalactic Life: Among the Stars (IC)

[mr_pibbs]

Turning quickly back to Emily when she asked the Deek to come forwards, Dylan said "Unless its coming out of your butt, keep it off my ship. If you need to, we can use a special space suit for you to wear and dump any waste out into space." Looking back at Izzy, Dylan gently held out his hands to try and calm her down. The look of panic in her eyes made Dylan realize he was freaking her out, so he reached up to his neck and deactivated his helmet. With his face revealed, Dylan waved to Casspian, telling him to leave and take the others with him. Whenever he had passengers aboard the ship, Dylan kept his mask on at all times and preferred to be called "Nova". When they were dropped off, he would remove the mask and go back to being himself. But Izzy seemed terrified of the mask, so he was going to take a softer approach.

Gently kneeling down to her, Dylan motioned his hands in response to her sign language, acknowledging he understood. He got the general gist that she had money, but Dylan knew what she was: a Makelo. He had seen them before in his travels, but he had always felt bad for the way they were treated and how they lived almost lonely lives. Gently extending his right hand to her, Dylan used his knowledge of Makelo sign landuage to explain that she didn't need to pay him, but if she wanted to he wouldn't stop her. He said she could stay on the ship and that she was welcome to as many meals as she wanted, but she needed to behave. She could come to Dylan if she needed anything, referring to himself as her 'friend'. Dylan then reached out a hand and softly wiped the tears from her face and opened his arms kindly, almost as if to ask for a hug. He was grateful the others didn't see this (as he had sent them away prior to speaking with Izzy)... Even though he had a strict policy on stowaways, Dylan couldn't deny that he had a big heart. He liked to help people in need. Maybe that's why he didn't throw Izzy out... She was completely helpless. While his arms were outstretched for the hug, Dylan asked Izzy what her name was and if she and her friend were hungry.

 

[Daws Combine]

Izzy was confused, at first. He knew Makelo sign language? Most nobody in the universe knew anything about the Makelo. Especially their language. Hell, half of the galaxy didn't even know they existed. The other half were human. However, this one seemed to be okay. Something she never once thought she would say. She had always assumed that all humans were horrible, racist bastards. That was mainly because that's what all human she had ever dealt with were. This man might change her perspective on humanity, though... The mask hadn't really been a problem. In fat, she was fascinated by the thing. She would have to find a way to take a look at that, later. When he touched her face, Dizzy almost immediately started snarling at him. Izzy grabbed the creature's snout and frowned, not wanting to offend this man. After all, he was the only thing keeping her alive, right now.

She slowly and cautiously put Dizzy down and approached Nova. She wasn't sure why, but she had seen people do this before. A human show of affection, she assumed. She hugged him tentatively, making sure her axe was within easy grabbing distance if he tried anything funny. She soon pulled away and removed the credits she had stolen from that scholarly looking fellow. She placed them on the floor in front of him. When he asked for her name, she was quick to sign out her full name. There was absolutely no way he would be able to understand it. It was hard to understand in spoken language, much less in Makelo. However, she soon simply signed the name that she was given by the last crew she was with. Izzy. It was still not easy to understand.

 

[BB-Bauers]

When the captain gave orders for everyone to leave, Jinx trudged unwillingly from the general vicinity of the encounter... But she was still afraid for the little Makelo. So instead, she walked a little slower, and after everyone else in the group had passed her by, she backtracked. Peeking her head around the corner to watch what was happening, Jinx was astounded -- Nova also knew Makelo sign language? She hadn't guessed that he would have, but it was a pleasant surprise. And from the looks of it, he had no intentions of hurting the stowaway either.

Jinx watched as Nova removed his helmet, revealing that he was really no more than a boy, perhaps even just a few years younger than Jinx herself. Yet another surprise. He signed that she could stay, that he was her friend, and that she didn't have to pay. Breathing a sigh of relief, Jinx smiled and watched as the Makelo accepted the awkward hug offer. She didn't really have much reason to stick around anymore, after seeing that the stowaway was safe, but it was nice to see that she had a least picked to ride a ship with a compassionate captain.​

 

[mr_pibbs]

Smiling at Izzy as she exited the hug and signed what her name was, Dylan asked her to call him Nova and gently gave her a pat on the head, ruffling her hair politely before he stood up. Dylan reactivated his mask and gestured for Izzy to follow him, wanting her to feel comfortable on-board his ship. Quickly entering the kitchen where everyone else had walked, Dylan gave the crew and their passengers a wave and said "Alright everyone, this is Izzy. She's gonna be traveling with us as well, so try to make her feel comfortable. I'm gonna launch the ship in a minute, so feel free to strap yourselves in or have a complimentary Slurpee. Remember, the first one is free and each additional drink costs one credit. Feel free to mix flavours as you desire, I personally just like the cherry."

Crushing the empty Slurpee cup in his hands and tossing it into one of the nearby trash cans, Dylan put his hands on his hips and nodded proudly at the crew. "Alright, Casspian and Emily, you guys stay with our guests and make sure the passengers have what they need for take-off. Everyone is welcome to visit the bridge if you want to see the Daydream in action. Otherwise, just hang tight and we'll be out soon." Dylan explained before giving Izzy a gentle pat on the back and turning around. He exited the kitchen, moving towards the bridge, but he happened to notice that somebody was approaching his ship. Making a quick detour to the cargo hold, Dylan opened the door and saw that it was another passenger, a Grey by the looks of him. Not really having the time to stop and chat, Dylan said "We're headed to Dręxēl, unless you have another point of interest. If you can pay, welcome aboard. If not, back up because we're about to take off. I'm Nova, captain of this ship. If you want to fly with us, head down the hall to the right and meet everyone else in the kitchen. Hand your payment to a woman named Emily."

((Sorry @CrunchyCHEEZIT, trying to advance the story so I'm gonna GM that Lambda got on the ship))

Once the Grey was on-board, Dylan shook his hand and watched him walk off to the kitchen. Once he was gone, he made his way to the bride and quickly jumped into the pilots chair. Flipping on the intercom, Dylan spoke clearly into his helmet's microphone. "Alright everyone, this is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard the Moonage Daydream, I sincerely hope you enjoy your flight with us today. We're just about to take off, just waiting on clearance from the Dock-Master. Should be a nice and easy ride all the way to planet Dręxēl. Once again, thank you for flying with us. And now, some traveling music."

Grabbing his iPod and hooking it up to the speaker system of the Daydream, Dylan pressed 'Random Selection' and waited to see what it was. As it happened, the song of choice happened to be "In the Shadow of the Valley". One of Dylan's personal favourites from when he was growing up back on Earth.

((Don't worry, if you don't like that type of music, there's better selections coming soon xD))

 

[Grothnor]

Dylan's idea to use the old Insta-food generator to make computer parts was certainly thinking outside the box, but Gemma thought it was more apt to blow up said metaphorical box, as well as the figurative box they were flying. However, she gave it some thought while conducting the tour. It'll probably end up worse than the tin-foil incident, and that was bad. However, if I could somehow rewire and reprogram the machine to reproduce non-organic materials, I probably could print out some basic circuit boards, though the more complex circuits would be beyond my ability to recreate, and I don't want my setup to be more jury-rigged than it already is and aargh! She groaned in frustration. Dylan just doesn't get it. This all would have been so much easier if he just bought the damn parts.

She finished her tour and retreated to her room once Dylan announced imminent liftoff, more than eager to get away from all the new faces, especially the stowaway's. If it was Gemma who found her, she'd probably have dropped everything and drawn her gun on her, not out of racism, but out of trust issues. Just as well she happened to be in a different room when that went down. Either way, between all the passengers and the setback to her plans, she was rather stressed out and decided she needed some time to herself to cool down before she could deal with anything, and started up 'Bloody Bloody Extradimensional Horrors', some alien horror video game whose title went through the translation grinder. Dylan started launch and, in his fashion, put some weird 20th​ century music on the speakers; Gemma put on her headphones and cranked up the volume in response.

 

[Roose Hurro]

Silent Observations, With Words...


Though Pico could be quite chatty at times, other times he'd stay quiet as the proverbial mouse, simply to watch and to learn. This particular moment, this time between laying claw to entry ramp till... well, he'd kept very careful watch on Casspian. On the android's responses. He listened to every word spoke, every sound made. Taken in every scent and bioelectric flux emitted. Kept silent, even a bit curled up in himself. His physical presence as tucked away as possible, though not noticing a predator...? Well, Pico kept his movements to a minimum, nodding and showing throat towards comments sent his way till...

... they'd been told by the Captain to "Go." Actually, no... his pat of female ass indicated who he'd aimed that "command" towards, but they ended up going shortly afterwards, anyway.

Pico broke his stillness and went with the others, though like Jinx, he held back. Mostly to keep an eye on her, partly due to his own curiosity towards this female Makelo stowaway. But then his attentions had been drawn elsewhere by a question directed his way not long past. A question. Belated, but he always made sure to answer any questions asked. All part of keeping his predatory looks from being a potential problem. Still, he couldn't help grinning a toothy grin as he approached and looked up at his questioner...

... "I'm not exactly gentle, and certainly not 'man'. So... details?" Grrr... "I have a small bladder, and I'm a male entering rut, so... things will be a bit crowded below the belt, shortly." Lick between nostrils, renewal of grin... "No pun intended."

His mane ruffled in good humor, tail swished back and forth as scytheclaws tapped the deck. If his questioner wanted more, she would have to ask again.......

 

[Daws Combine]

Izzy was quick to catch up to the crowd, and even quicker to blend in. She didn't like being noticed. The second the tour was over, she was nowhere to be seen. However, one of the storage closets was making a suspiciously large amount of noise. That was indeed Izzy rearranging the supplies in there to make enough room for a decent living space. Even if she was only going to be there for a short time, she had a sort of strange OCD that every Makelo had. Everything had to be organized at maximum efficiency. Everything had to be neat, or at least look good. It was important to her. She missed the announcement, but she did hear the music. It was not a great last thing to have in your head before a jump...

 

[four]

"I'm not exactly gentle, and certainly not 'man'. So... details?" Grrr... "I have a small bladder, and I'm a male entering rut, so... things will be a bit crowded below the belt, shortly. No pun intended."

Oh, there you are. Emily looked at Pico, finding it not at all surprising she failed to locate him when she spoke earlier. She was scanning the crowd a few inches too high up.

"I -"

She started as she surveyed the creature, drawing on her memory to determine what species he belonged to. Claws, near impenetrable skin - she remembered the Deek as the species that were very hard to operate on and therefore the first to be given up on if something goes wrong internally and a blowtorch is not available. She also remembered that their homeworld had very bad weather.

"- I didn't get the pun." She said.

She thought momentarily about whether the ship was equipped with capability to deal with Deek excrement. Well, sure, there were still several unused, highly corrosion-resistant Melivian quartz vials back in the medbay, but the idea of filling them with...

Is it too late to toss him back off the deck by now? She wondered for a moment, and in that moment the travelling music came on. The captain had routinely played his music while travelling, and in all honestly Emily enjoyed most of it - but it was only noticeable that ever since the fall and subsequent serious injury of a Jochoran merchant who had originally intended to hitch a ride on the Daydream, that the music always started after liftoff.

Emily let out a surpressed grunt, before turning to the cockpit.

"Captain, do me a favour and please withhold the Slurpees from this fellow over here for a while."

It was common knowledge that space was incomprehensibly vast. Despite that, however, dropping off waste into space was generally considered bad etiquette.

She'll come up with a permanent solution after they land, she thought. Surely a sample at least one of the degrading microbes found on the Deek home planet can be somehow acquired on Dręxēl. Or maybe not. She'll figure something out.

"There's a temporary solution." She said quite reluctantly, while being very careful not to conjure up the mental image from earlier.

"I think I'd better speak to you in private." She bent down to speak to the Deek, before turning and heading towards the medbay.

 

[AshenAngel]

Classic Terran music.... More puns.... Preparing for liftoff.... No turning back now....

Leone let out a soft sigh as he sat down and a nearby table and pulled out his favorite deck of cards. He began to set up a game of solitaire to pass the time, while others talked about.... Best not to think about it.

He was quick to tune out the commotion going on around him as he entertained himself with the simple game. He had gathered up his valuables from his bag and hid them on his person. He left his weapons in his bag, still, as an attempt to still look peaceful. The game practically played itself as his mind wandered to different places. Planet Dręxēl- vacation hot spot, most likely a gambling circuit that could easily provide enough money for him to hop along to his next unplanned destination.

 

[BB-Bauers]

As she saw the end of the captain's interaction with Izzy and he put his helmet back on, Jinx ducked out quickly back the way she'd come. By the time Nova stepped back into the kitchen area and introduced the stowaway as a regular passenger, Jinx was already there and settled in with the crowd, like she hadn't been spying at all.

At this point, it seemed time for Jinx to regather her bearings. She had, after all, come aboard this ship with two other people. (It was too soon to use the word 'friends', but perhaps 'acquaintances' was acceptable?) She scanned the area and first found Pico. He was in the process of conversing with Emily, trying to figure out some way to deal with the whole biohazardous bodily waste thing -- so it was safe to classify the Deek as currently preoccupied. However, there was one person missing...

"Drassil?" Jinx called aloud as the crowd began to dissipate. Even as people spread out and went about their own business, Drassil was still nowhere in sight. "Drassil!" she called a bit louder. Jinx stood there in the middle of the kitchen for a moment. It hadn't even been that long... Where could he have disappeared to already?

It was this thought that led her to remember how Drassil had been drooling over the ship before. It would follow, then, that the Tyuu may well have gotten distracted earlier on and wandered off somewhere. The ship was certainly big enough for aimless wandering if you didn't know where you were going. Darn it, Drassil... Jinx thought, turning around and going back the way she came. She decided to start heading through the hallways in search of the oggling Tyuu.

@Jakers​

 

[DoomyCakez]

@Sora1297 @Grothnor @four @Thurrbo @AshenAngel @Daws Combine @Roose Hurro

(Let us do a quick recap of everything that happened through Cassie's eyes)

The Makelo child had broken into a panicked fit, secreting the salty fluid known as "tears", signalling her distress; however, instead of speaking, the Makelo child had used her hands to communicate, a form of communication that was momentarily beyond Casspian's abilities, but upon watching her hands, Casspian would at least remember those signs...not fully understanding their meaning. It seemed that Captain had been the more understanding of the bunch, even going so far as to start to remove his helmet... which caused mild distress the rush through the Android. As Captain shooed him away, Casspian could not help but stiffen, his thirst for knowledge wanting him to stay and watch; however, he hesitantly obeyed. He released a low sigh, lowering his weapon before allowing it to disengage and return to its original hand form. He turned, stiffly as before, and held out his arms, edging the others back towards the kitchen. "If you would all be so kind to follow me..."

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How long had they been in the Kitchen? Only a few moments before Captain appeared once more, the Makelo child by his side. He had introduced her as Izzy and now addressed her as a passenger along with the other members of the ship. Casspian had listened politely, falling back behind the main group to get a good look at the "Slurpee Machine" that Captain had addressed multiple times since the hunk of ancient metal had come aboard. He paused to turn and look back as Captain ordered him to make sure everyone on the ship was comfortable. Casspian felt himself tighten once more, eyes scanning over the large group in judgemental silence. He could feel the Deek's eyes on him, causing him to stiffen once more, mild discomfort whafting over him from being watched so intensely; however, he kept himself from reacting, a tight-lipped smile forming on his face as he gave a small nod to the Captain, only to watch him disappear through the door, no doubt on his way to the bridge.

Soon it was only he, Emily, and the passengers, Gemma disappearing as well to resume her usual duties. Casspian took this time to return his attention to the "Slurpee Machine", gloved hand coming to rest of the faded purple surface. He watched from his peripheral as one of the passengers took the liberty to sit and play cards, a small game of solitare of Casspian knew correctly; however, that was not what he was focused on. Instead, he was scanning the person himself, finding that he had weapons on him, as all the others did. That would keep Casspian on edge, never knowing if one of these "peaceful passengers" could be looking to take the ship as their own. Casspian only nodded to himself, deciding that it would be best not to meddle with these people, since the trip would be a rather short one...The moment they were off would mean the moment that Casspian could relax and return to his duties...whatever those actually were.

His eyes shifted slightly, watching the Deek disappear with Emily, leaving Casspian with the few sparse passengers. One thing he did notice was the Makelo child missing from the bunch. He turned slightly, taking notice that the storage closet was making quite a bit of noise. He scanned it, only to find a small form moving about in an odd cleaning frenzy, rearranging everything to fit its needs. It was the Makelo and Casspian was not exactly sure why she would choose the storage closet as a place to stay; however, he did not question it. She had at least been intelligent enough to pick the closet that was of little to no use. All it held were a few old electronics and boxes of random trikets Nova was set on keeping, yet never used...Maybe the Captain was a hoarder?

Casspian decided to leave it be for now, turning his attention to the intercom as Nova gave out his usual departure speech. Casspian half listened, his attention mainly on the few buttons on the "Slurpee Machine"...He honestly still could not see a use for this; however, after the Captain's anger from Casspian's indifference, Casspian thought it best to at least give the machine a try, refraining from making anymore negative comments towards it. He noticed the large red button in the center, just above the large opening, where he guessed you placed the disposable plastic cup. He glanced over at the one in the trash can, mild curiosity taking hold, as it usually would. He looked over at the multiple cups sticking out from the side, pulling one free and placing it upon the holding tray. When he went to press the red button, he paused, eyes falling closed as his ears were greeted with the usual bombardment that was the Captain's music taste.

He released a small sigh, only shaking his head before pressing the large red button, watching the machine come to life with odd buzzing, a common thing in many old machines. Within a few moments, the machine released a strange purple liquid that, to Casspian, looked like the blood of one of those strange aliens from those retro movies that Captain would often watch. With that image in his head, Casspian grimaced, quickly losing interest in the want to analyze this "Slurpee" further; however, he held strong and lifted the cup to eye level. He sloshed the liquid around a few times, finding it strangely cold, its temperature level far lower than that of the area around it.

"Artificially flavored frozen H2O." Casspian found himself mumbling, head tilting to the side before he brought it to his nose and sniffed it...That was odd...It had no defying smell, nothing that Casspian could actually pinpoint. He only shrugged, attention suddenly falling on the Cyborg girl as she suddenly called out to what Casspian assumed was the Tyuu from earlier. He blinked, watching her disappear down the hallway in search of her friend before turning to set the "Slurpee" upon the nearby table and follow behind her. It wasn't very smart to just let her search by herself, so maybe Casspian could be of some use as well. As he stepped out into the hallway, Casspian's steps quickened to catch up the the female, hand reaching out to lightly hold her shoulder. He found it cold, much like the slurpee, and much unlike his own form, which had been built to mimic the heat patterns of an average human, even if he still was resistant to most, if not all form of nature. It was a strange design; however it did allow him to be of more assistance to his creators. As soon as he had gotten the girl's attention, he moved his hand, allowing a slightly warmer smile to make its way onto his face. "I believe I could be of some assistance in finding your friend...If you do not mind my presence." Rather coarse, but it would do for now. At least he was making an attempt to be civil, even if he was on edge by her threat level, which was rather high being that she was a cyborg. Her strength was higher, speed greater, endurance longer, etc...someone that Casspian would have to watch...maybe that was why je would help her now.

​

 

[mr_pibbs]

—KZZZZT—

Hawk-Class shuttle, you are granted clearance for departure.

"Roger that, Bay Control." said Dylan as he sighed a breath of relief. Pulling back on the throttle and gently raising the Moonage Daydream into the air, he waited for the space stations airlock to open. Once the large titanium doors had fully opened, the Moonage Daydream flew forwards and passed through the air-shields with ease. Once they were back in open space Dylan adjusted the coordinates, setting a course for planet Drëxâl before tugging gently on the hyperdrive. The engines hummed softy before the ship jumped forwards, speeding down the invisible path that led straight to Drëxâl. From there, Dylan set the ship to autopilot and stepped out of his seat as the wheel opened up and produced a pure chrome liquid. The liquid quickly morphed into the shape of a humanoid robot, gripping the controls. With a silent nod, Dylan turned around and exited the bridge. On his way down to his quarters he passed by Gemma's room, glancing in through the doorframe to see her fully enveloped in her game. He felt a little bad about forgetting her materials, so he decided he would make it up to her. "Hey, Gem! Cherry, Blueberry, or Cher-Berry?" he asked, leaning into her door. She was busy wearing her headphones, so he walked towards her and waved a hand in front of her face. When the headphones were off and her game was finished, he asked the same question.

When she have an answer, he nodded and backed out of her room. Quickly dashing to the kitchen, Dylan gave the passengers and his crew a wave before he grabbed two cups from the Slurpee machine. He quickly got to work pouring himself another Slurpee (this time it was Blueberry flavoured) and getting Gemma one as well, taking the flavour she had chosen. Once both of the cold snacks were grabbed, Dylan dropped two credits into the old coin box and dashed back into the hallway.

Arriving back at Gemma's room, Dylan removed his mask and cleared his throat. "Hey Gem. I brought you a Slurpee." he said, slowly walking into the room. Dylan placed her cup on the table beside her computer system, making sure it was far enough away from any electronics so nothing got ruined. Watching her patiently, he waited for her to pause her game before speaking again. "Look, I'm sorry about the whole parts thing. It just slipped my mind, honest. I know getting you a Slurpee doesn't really make up for not getting vital hacking things or whatever it was you were going to use them for, but I can at least offer you one as an apology."

Taking a sip from his Slurpee as he looked at Gemma, Dylan waited for her to take a sip from her cup. "Come on, aren't you even a bit curious to know what it tastes like? They're pretty good... I'm not going to leave until you give it a try, Gem."

@Grothnor

 

[Roose Hurro]

Deep Sigh...



Every time Pico traveled, it seemed he just couldn't escape this... issue. For what felt the zillionth time, all he could do was expel a soft yet deep sigh. Like the last breath of someone dying. But not, since he always ended up breathing afterwards. First the whole "not getting the short joke" issue, then the whole... well, best left alone. Though in this case, it seemed he would be having a "private" conversation with this particular ship's medical officer. Perhaps... perhaps next time... keep his mouth shut? Hope for the best? His good mood slowly sank as he rubbed primearm wrists on thighs, subarms folded against chest.

Not being a mind reader, Pico couldn't know all this "doctor" speculated, based on either incomplete or just plain false/distorted info, heard sixth-hand from someone's longs lost third cousin twice removed... whatever. No, not many "survived" (forgive the euphemism) long enough on his homeworld to gather info, let alone any samples, microbial or otherwise. If she remembered further, she'd probably remember how the Deek either kicked visitors off their homeworld with the threat of being eaten from the genitals up... or, if particularly cross or annoyed that day, just ate them in that fashion without saying anything. Threatening or otherwise.

... SIGH...

Pico did his best to remain cheerful and friendly as he followed the Doc, his thoughts more on the progression of his rut than on his other relevant bodily functions. His four-hundred days of impending "maleness" not unfamiliar, but... so much frustration, so much "alone" to go through in such a contained space, with others. It never got easier, just... he'd learned to accept, ever since his healing had triggered maturity, not separating his "neuter" state from his fatal injuries.

Well...

... "I'm used to temporary......."

 

[Grothnor]

Gemma wasn't too pleased when Dylan entered her room. She had ducked away there to cool off, and Dylan was the reason she was hot tempered to begin with, buying an antediluvian food processor instead of the circuit boards she had desperately wanted. She heard him come in, but pretended not to hear him, both because she didn't want t deal with him at the moment, and because 'Bloody Bloody Extradimensional Horrors' was a hard game. He waved his hand in front of her, causing her to die. "What?" He asked which flavor she wanted, to which Gemma confusedly replied "What the hell's a 'Cher-Berry?'" Taking that for a response, Dylan left, returning with a Slurpee, interrupting her gaming again, though this time she paused.

Dylan started apologizing, though not very well. Part of her wanted to chew him out, especially for bringing the very thing he bought instead of what she asked for, but she told herself that he was trying. She didn't feel particularly inclined towards forgiving him that easily though, so she just crossed her arms and stared, waiting for him to leave. He refused until she tried the slurpee. Huffing she obliged, taking a sip of the beverage.

Her eyes widened in shock. "Holy crap." she muttered. It was good! She looked up at Dylan's expectant grin, narrowed her eyes and said, "I'm still mad," in a way that said 'you were right'. She picked up her slurpee and left, figuring that she could easily polish it off in a few minutes and would need a refill. Besides, I can't exactly avoid our passengers forever. Well, I could, but that would mean snacking on meat paste for the next week and I like real food too much to do that. Best to get to know them now.

 

[Daws Combine]

Izzy was at this so called Slurpee machine herself, cursing her Makelo blood that she was so damn short. She couldnt reach the damn thing from her height, and she knew that Dizzy would just try to eat the metal, so she wasnt going to trust her with getting Izzy a drink. She eventually gave up and sat down on the floor in front of it. She removed a glove based device from her cloak and began to tamper with it, frowning as she tried to figure out how to reach the damn slurpees. She also needed to figure out what she was going to do once they made landfall, but that was a different story.

 

[BB-Bauers]

Jinx was startled when she felt a warm hand land on her shoulder. She spun around, surprised to see Casspian the android standing behind her. She stared at him in curiosity for a moment -- was he actually giving off... body heat? Jinx was taken aback by this. It was like he almost actually was more human than her.

Trying to put this thought aside, she returned Casspian's friendly -- albeit, a bit forced -- smile. "I would definitely appreciate some help. I'm afraid my Tyuu friend got a bit distracted and may have wandered off on his own..." she laughed. "Not that I know him very well, but he seems like the type that attracts trouble."

With that said, Jinx continued walking down the hallway with Casspian at her side. It was definitely a bit strange, as she felt there was some kind of tension between the two of them... And part of that stemmed from whether or not Casspian knew about Jinx being a cyborg. It was probably pretty obvious to an android -- especially one as advanced and intricate as Casspian -- but Jinx just really didn't want to ask. The whole thing was too weird... Instead, there were still plenty of other questions she was curious about.

"So... This crew seems a bit like a bit of an unlikely combination of motley folks," she began, trying to make conversation as they searched, just to distract herself. "How did everyone here end up working on this ship together?"

@DoomyCakez​

 

[AshenAngel]

Small person distracting from solitaire... Trying to ignore... Feeling a bit of pity...

Leone stood from his game of solitaire and casually walked over to the female Makelo seated before the slurpee machine.

"Which one would you like?"

He asked, gesturing to the different flavors in hopes that she at least understood what he was saying. Sadly, the only sign language he knew was American Sign Language, which was only moderately useful back on Earth and essentially useless out here in the wonderful vast space.

Curiously, he looked at the device she was fiddling around with as he awaited her responce. Naturally, he wanted to know what it did, what its capabilities were, and who created it. He cursed his technological curiosity for that one.

 

[Daws Combine]

Izzy looked up at the man who approached her, frowning. She understood what he said, but she wasn't sure what to say back to him. The Makelo were known the universe twice over as the best tinkerers ever. The Dwarves of the Space Age. Of course, Dwarves were never famous for their people skills, and Makelo were no different. She didn't know what he meant by what he said. She had just wanted something. Anything. She hadn't known that they came in different flavors. She stood up and looked at the machine, eyes widened with renewed curiosity. How were these different types sorted? What was in place to keep them from mixing together? Did they just unmix them when someone wanted a particular flavor? If so, what sort of device made such a thing possible?

She became so wrapped up in her curiosity that she had completely forgotten about the gauntlet in her hand. It fell to the floor and the thunk snapped Izzy back to attention. She scrambled to pick the thing up, inspecting it for damage, making sure it hadn't been scuffed by the fall. It was clearly a weapon, of some type. The two barrels above the glove labeled it a form of gun. She sighed with relief when it showed to be undamaged. She stood back up and looked over the different colors and words before pointing at the purple one- the grape. She had learned Human English, but had never bothered try to read it, before now.

 

[DoomyCakez]

@Thurrbo

He had startled the half sentinel being, watching her turn to stare at him with an oddly confused expression. Casspian returned that stare, his forced smile becoming almost apologetic; however, once she agreed pn his suggestion, Casspian's expression blanked, following the cyborg down the hallway quietly.

He was a creature of habit, falling just behind her left shoulder as he had been trained to do with Dylan, automatically starting his search as his eyes scanned the halls and rooms for any sign of life.

He was slightly surprised the moment the girl spoke to him. He blinked, watching the side of the her head, eyes unintentionally narrowing as she question his crew. He paused before he answered, analysing the level of threat in the question, deeming it almost harmless. He would have to be vague in his answer.

"We all come from all walks of life...myself possibly the furthest from my current lifestyle; however, that is what has made us work. Dy-...Nova, brought us together in many ways, finding us all at the end of our "tethers", as he so eloquently put it..." In truth, Casspian had little explanation for the current crew, finding it strange how thos young human from some little planet could manage to pull together such strange beings. It was not Casspian's place to talk about the crew's lives, even if he knew all about them...even now, he was gathering knowledge on the newcomers, searching the archives of nearly every hospitable planet in the neaighboring galaxies. Each being had a back story...and none of them were safe from Casspian's A.I.

"But all of that is history...we have our new lives here, together..." He smiled politely, falling back into silence as they continued the search.​

 

[BB-Bauers]

Jinx was intrigued by Casspian's vague explanation. "So that kid is responsible for bringing this whole operation together...?" She mostly muttered that to herself, but she couldn't help but grow wide eyed at that. To be so young and still be captain of a magnificent ship like this? With a fully (or mostly, anyway) functioning crew? There must have been more to him than met the eye, that was for sure.

But what interested Jinx most about Casspian's statement was the part about himself. "And you've come the furthest?" she repeated, glancing over at the droid's now entirely blank expression. "What were you doing before this then?" The blank expression freaked her out a little bit, but she supposed that was to be expected... After all, no matter how incredibly life-like he was, he wasn't actually a human. And Jinx had to remind herself of that.

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