- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Whenever the fuck. What's a sleep schedule?
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern Fantasy, Steampunk, Modern, Sci-Fi/Cyberpunk
Isaac scratched the back of his head as he searched his thoughts for what the ship needed fixing. "It's mainly the power source." he started, "It's something of a hybrid engine; it'll run on fuel in a pinch, but that's mostly to get it to a recharge station. It's mainly an electric engine, and the power cells that run it are busted. Now, I can replace power cells just as well as the next guy, but the engine itself seems to have been jacked up to something that's not there anymore. I'm guessing it was a temporary hookup to get our asses out of the line of UGF fire and crash land on this here rock." He scratched his chin for a second as he thought a bit more. "The overdrive's blown out, too. Poor thing saw some heavy use back in the day. Other'n that, it just needs a bit of cleanin' up." He nodded to Wendel, then turned toward the stairway. "I'll show you around back to where the Four-Fifty is." Isaac started down the steps, only to be headed off by a clean-cut, yet rugged looking individual who immediately introduced himself as Arkikio Crystals. Isaac tipped his hat in much the same way he did to Wendel as Arkikio strode up to them and took the man's outstretched hand, giving it a firm shake. "Only two kinds of people that share names that quick. You're either sellin' me somethin', or you're about to kill me. And you don't much look like you're about to kill a man." Isaac returned his arms to their folded position as he sized up the man. "Yeah, I'm Isaac. What's your business?" He asked gruffly, but without negative intent. "I'm a bit strapped for time."