SirSkully
Well-Known Member
- RP Date
- Ye 40
- RP Location
- Morant, Nassau System
1324 hours
It was a rather nice day in one of Morant’s many planetside ship ports, a breeze that carried a hint of the passing summer rolled across lush fields of greenery, causing the tall grass to roll like waves in some land-bound ocean – it may have been one of the smaller locales on the planet but it bustled with life regardless of size, galactic citizens that lived outside claimed space went about their lives in various ways. The port itself was a mix of low, rather ramshackle buildings that looked like they were built hastily and then changed to help withstand the test of time - with clearings of varying size having been marked out for ships to land at, though given how busy today was there were a few smaller vessels that had spread themselves out amongst the grassy surroundings.
There was one issue, though it was more of a niche thing that cursed the crew of the ISS Veilburner II more than some wide-spread plague or a political uprising – they still had those god damned high-yield missiles in their possession. Someone had shown interest and that was in fact the whole reason the Firebrand Crew had come to this nice little planet, but time passed and now the ship’s fox-like captain of questionable gender and species was rather fed up as they laid atop the pallet – bushy tail swishing about absentmindedly as the wind gently tousled its red fur, they’d give the buyer another few minutes and then start packing up to move on because this was starting to become a rather fruitless endeavour. The ship itself wasn't anything too fancy - a Tenba class transporter that had some obvious after market mods scattered around the place, that antennae for instance certainly looked intimidating as it cast a shadow over the grey ship's open cargo bay.
Just needed to wait for the two newest members, chef and the elf to return from their quick supply run, they should be back soon – it was just a few general things for the ship and nothing too specific… with an exception being what Vinni scribbled down onto Sakura’s list of things.
Speaking of the crew, a Daur clad in the Firebrand Crew’s jacket was trying to un-fudge one of the ISS Veilburner II’s landing thrusters after they took a few blasts recently and a large Nepleslian woman who had been seen moving cargo a moment ago was currently nowhere to be found – the crowd was your standard mix of folks who lived outside of galactic borders, beings of nearly every conceivable shape and size each ran around with their own things to do. One such individual was a seven foot something Nepleslian man with metal components shining through the patchwork of scars that was his face, a red eye that glowed something fierce as he bartered with an Iroma over a heavy looking energy rifle - another was a shady figure moving about the crowds, swift as the wind and as gentle as the nearby river as their scaled hands reached into the occasional stranger's pocket, teal-hued eyes on alert in case they needed to absconder at a moment's notice.
Just your standard day in independant space then...
To further reinforce the fact this was very much an independant port, a window on a nearby building was suddenly broken as a Geshrin woman was thrown through it - hitting the dirt hard and causing a plume of dust to scatter into the air, the crowd hushed for a moment as a sturdy-looking 'spacer vaulted through the broken window and broke some shards underneath the weight of their boots.
The white noise from the crowd toned down a few octaves as the Geshrin and the 'Spacer exchanged a few glares, some folks in the crowd getting ready to run as others reached for both concealed and proudly displayed weapons incase something was about to go down. Though a few moments later and the mechanical figure reached a hand down that the Geshrin happily accepted, being hauled upright before the two figures embraced and something was muttered between them - the crowd collectively calmed down whether they wanted to get involved or not and continued about their day as the 'Spacer and the Geshrin moved back indoors.
"Well that happened, what do you think Grelish~?" Vinni asked as the armoured fox-like captain hauled themselves upright, modulated voice and protective plating only furthering the mystery of the captain's gender - but Vinni looked around, not finding the ship's IDSOLian woman anywhere, somewhat concerned as they stood atop the pallet of missiles and called out to the crowd.
"Has anyone seen a tall woman with a big club?" there were a few dismissive looks from the throng of people that caused the little captain's shoulders to dip a fraction - Grelish would probably be close by but nobody wanted to talk apparently, so Vinni did what anybody would do, the genderless thing pointed into the crowd at somebody randomly in an attempt to rope them into the situation as Pietrov continued to try and fix the thruster.
"You, you look like you can see well with those peepers - did you see a big nep lass with a slightly smaller stick walk past?" the captain demanded, standing on the tips of their toes to try and grab this random person's collar.
It was a rather nice day in one of Morant’s many planetside ship ports, a breeze that carried a hint of the passing summer rolled across lush fields of greenery, causing the tall grass to roll like waves in some land-bound ocean – it may have been one of the smaller locales on the planet but it bustled with life regardless of size, galactic citizens that lived outside claimed space went about their lives in various ways. The port itself was a mix of low, rather ramshackle buildings that looked like they were built hastily and then changed to help withstand the test of time - with clearings of varying size having been marked out for ships to land at, though given how busy today was there were a few smaller vessels that had spread themselves out amongst the grassy surroundings.
There was one issue, though it was more of a niche thing that cursed the crew of the ISS Veilburner II more than some wide-spread plague or a political uprising – they still had those god damned high-yield missiles in their possession. Someone had shown interest and that was in fact the whole reason the Firebrand Crew had come to this nice little planet, but time passed and now the ship’s fox-like captain of questionable gender and species was rather fed up as they laid atop the pallet – bushy tail swishing about absentmindedly as the wind gently tousled its red fur, they’d give the buyer another few minutes and then start packing up to move on because this was starting to become a rather fruitless endeavour. The ship itself wasn't anything too fancy - a Tenba class transporter that had some obvious after market mods scattered around the place, that antennae for instance certainly looked intimidating as it cast a shadow over the grey ship's open cargo bay.
Just needed to wait for the two newest members, chef and the elf to return from their quick supply run, they should be back soon – it was just a few general things for the ship and nothing too specific… with an exception being what Vinni scribbled down onto Sakura’s list of things.
Speaking of the crew, a Daur clad in the Firebrand Crew’s jacket was trying to un-fudge one of the ISS Veilburner II’s landing thrusters after they took a few blasts recently and a large Nepleslian woman who had been seen moving cargo a moment ago was currently nowhere to be found – the crowd was your standard mix of folks who lived outside of galactic borders, beings of nearly every conceivable shape and size each ran around with their own things to do. One such individual was a seven foot something Nepleslian man with metal components shining through the patchwork of scars that was his face, a red eye that glowed something fierce as he bartered with an Iroma over a heavy looking energy rifle - another was a shady figure moving about the crowds, swift as the wind and as gentle as the nearby river as their scaled hands reached into the occasional stranger's pocket, teal-hued eyes on alert in case they needed to absconder at a moment's notice.
Just your standard day in independant space then...
To further reinforce the fact this was very much an independant port, a window on a nearby building was suddenly broken as a Geshrin woman was thrown through it - hitting the dirt hard and causing a plume of dust to scatter into the air, the crowd hushed for a moment as a sturdy-looking 'spacer vaulted through the broken window and broke some shards underneath the weight of their boots.
The white noise from the crowd toned down a few octaves as the Geshrin and the 'Spacer exchanged a few glares, some folks in the crowd getting ready to run as others reached for both concealed and proudly displayed weapons incase something was about to go down. Though a few moments later and the mechanical figure reached a hand down that the Geshrin happily accepted, being hauled upright before the two figures embraced and something was muttered between them - the crowd collectively calmed down whether they wanted to get involved or not and continued about their day as the 'Spacer and the Geshrin moved back indoors.
"Well that happened, what do you think Grelish~?" Vinni asked as the armoured fox-like captain hauled themselves upright, modulated voice and protective plating only furthering the mystery of the captain's gender - but Vinni looked around, not finding the ship's IDSOLian woman anywhere, somewhat concerned as they stood atop the pallet of missiles and called out to the crowd.
"Has anyone seen a tall woman with a big club?" there were a few dismissive looks from the throng of people that caused the little captain's shoulders to dip a fraction - Grelish would probably be close by but nobody wanted to talk apparently, so Vinni did what anybody would do, the genderless thing pointed into the crowd at somebody randomly in an attempt to rope them into the situation as Pietrov continued to try and fix the thruster.
"You, you look like you can see well with those peepers - did you see a big nep lass with a slightly smaller stick walk past?" the captain demanded, standing on the tips of their toes to try and grab this random person's collar.
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