- RP Date
- ye 40
- RP Location
- Station near Morant
Without too much more hassle the crew locked down all their equipment and began lifting off, Pietrov’s questionable repairs were holding for now as the ship vectored to slice cleanly through the atmosphere – gravity plating shielding the crew from having their organs liquified and soon enough the Captain began punching in co-ordinates to leave the system.
The red warning light didn’t really do its job, it’d barely lit up before the ship was rocked violently to one side – the whole left propulsion arm had finally crapped itself for real and as the Daur pulled up a camera’s feed to inspect the damaged thing it was pretty clear there would be no fixing it this time.
Vinni stood up and rubbed their electronic eyes with an expression of pure annoyance before huffing out a determined sigh, “Station is close… we’ll just replace both of them and use the old ones for spare parts~” it was never a fun thing to admit your ship was a pale reflection of its former self, but lucky for the captain anyone who knew about the first iteration of the Veilburner was scattered… an odd irony, the foxy-thing did miss a few of them – Castor with this slick trigger finger and hard-on for revolvers…
No use thinking of the past though, they were elsewhere and that was probably for the best.
The Veilburner II slowly limped into port and sat herself down, Vinni had been arranging repairs on the way there and exchanged a few words with the pit-crew before gesturing for them to follow the genderless thing to the bar – Wylde had decided to catch another ship out and Vinni understood completely, wishing the golden-eyed Nepleslian the best of luck in his future endeavours.
“Listen, guys I…” came the odd electronic voice as the crew found a booth, “I’m sorry this isn’t all quite going as you lot expected, but I feel like our luck is going to turn around soon… it was a bit of a sobering moment back there so I’ll understand if you wish to move on but if not then I’ll double down moving forward to get us something good yeah?”
Vinni offered the assembled crew a reassuring smile, beady little volumetric eyes expressing how sorry the foxy captain really was, “Regardless if you are staying or not, drinks are on me, might as well make any last memories a happy one yeah?” the Captain finished, eyes offering a warmer smile.
“Captain, too hard on yourself… shit happens,” Pietrov’s voicebox boomed out from under his hood as the hidden Daur sat up on Grelish’s lap, her large hand carding slowly through the soft hairs of his tail that flopped over his own lap – she gave a nod of agreeance and looked over to one of the nearby drinks lists.
“Still… but we can discuss that later, just put your orders on my tab,” Vinni finished, feeling the hairs on the back of their neck stick up a little, an odd presence in the back of their mind.
The red warning light didn’t really do its job, it’d barely lit up before the ship was rocked violently to one side – the whole left propulsion arm had finally crapped itself for real and as the Daur pulled up a camera’s feed to inspect the damaged thing it was pretty clear there would be no fixing it this time.
Vinni stood up and rubbed their electronic eyes with an expression of pure annoyance before huffing out a determined sigh, “Station is close… we’ll just replace both of them and use the old ones for spare parts~” it was never a fun thing to admit your ship was a pale reflection of its former self, but lucky for the captain anyone who knew about the first iteration of the Veilburner was scattered… an odd irony, the foxy-thing did miss a few of them – Castor with this slick trigger finger and hard-on for revolvers…
No use thinking of the past though, they were elsewhere and that was probably for the best.
The Veilburner II slowly limped into port and sat herself down, Vinni had been arranging repairs on the way there and exchanged a few words with the pit-crew before gesturing for them to follow the genderless thing to the bar – Wylde had decided to catch another ship out and Vinni understood completely, wishing the golden-eyed Nepleslian the best of luck in his future endeavours.
“Listen, guys I…” came the odd electronic voice as the crew found a booth, “I’m sorry this isn’t all quite going as you lot expected, but I feel like our luck is going to turn around soon… it was a bit of a sobering moment back there so I’ll understand if you wish to move on but if not then I’ll double down moving forward to get us something good yeah?”
Vinni offered the assembled crew a reassuring smile, beady little volumetric eyes expressing how sorry the foxy captain really was, “Regardless if you are staying or not, drinks are on me, might as well make any last memories a happy one yeah?” the Captain finished, eyes offering a warmer smile.
“Captain, too hard on yourself… shit happens,” Pietrov’s voicebox boomed out from under his hood as the hidden Daur sat up on Grelish’s lap, her large hand carding slowly through the soft hairs of his tail that flopped over his own lap – she gave a nod of agreeance and looked over to one of the nearby drinks lists.
“Still… but we can discuss that later, just put your orders on my tab,” Vinni finished, feeling the hairs on the back of their neck stick up a little, an odd presence in the back of their mind.
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