SPAAAACE

Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by Laggy Lagiacrus, Mar 8, 2014.

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  1. "Fuel's green... Shields are online... Life support functional..."
    Deekus looked over the console, reading the information over and over again. While it was tedious, he couldn't let a single thing go wrong before they even set off - their destination was dangerous enough. In fact, he found the very idea of space exploration dangerous enough to warrant even a slight degree of paranoia. And it showed - this was at least the fifth time he'd decided to run basic diagnostics on the ship. He didn't like doing it, certainly. But he just didn't trust his partner to do it. Friends though they were, he didn't think he could trust him with system check-ups as far as he could throw him.

    "Fuel consumption stable, asteroid lasers primed... That seems to be just about it.
    ...
    Maybe I should just check a few other things."
    He grumbled, but never stopped. He may have seemed like a person needlessly being a busybody, but to himself, he was the one thing standing between him, his friend, and disaster, whenever just punching someone didn't seem to work out. He even began checking through his luggage while the system performed yet another scan over its system. And, while he was assured nobody had installed a sarcasm chip, he could have sworn that there was a twinge of it in the computer's monotone agreement.
     
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