SirSkully
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5 Minutes Until Convergence
The drone hadn't been too rough thankfully and the quarter-sol made her way back up the driveway, granting the ugly scarecrow that sat off to one side a little smirk as the fusion-powered speeder slowly powered down. She decided to unbox the package in their garage, no need to make a bunch of noise in the house that might wake up the wife or the kids afterall - so soon enough a knife was retireved to slice through the tape, packing peanuts swept aside to reveal... it certainly wasn't the capacitor that had been ordered.
"...the fuck?" she mused, one large hand idly scratching at the back of her messy red bun as the metallic cylinder was observed, a little more digging revealed a set of rather basic instructions that just said to flick the switch~
YSS Shiroyama - Buccaneer - Cargo Bay
Kimber was quick and efficient to swap into her more combat-focused attire, dissipating her volumetric facade of a casual uniform to reveal the black bodysuit she had been wearing all along and then quickly slip her vest over that - the most time-consuming part was taming that waterfall of auburn that flowed down her shoulders enough to fit under her helmet but by the end of it all she was ready for action, crotch guard and shoulder pads firmly secured as the black-paneled Joto Heisho's mismatching gaze drifted over the ship's occupants.
Her daughter on the other hand, Valerie, was a lot more casual about getting to her posting - the technician cat huffed a little as she entered the Buccaneer's guts, offering a small smile to anyone who might be looking as she stepped into the bridge and took up position at her designated station, deciding to keep the door open so that the constant hissing sounds of people entering and leaving pre-flight didn't get too annoying.
"Quick reminder to all personnel boarding the ship, if you leave something important behind then we are not - I repeat not, turning back for you to grab it, affirmative? good," the ship's technicians informed the teams, her light-hearted voice projecting throughout the ship before she decided to settle back into the seat, kicking both feet up onto the dashboard as the Helashio's uniform creaked a bit.
"Can somebody uhm~" Juno squeaked with a small blush on her face, the ripped combat engineer was mostly kitted up but her shoulders must have gotten bigger without her realizing because there was clearly some difficulty being had with securing the plate to her upper back - the Minkan was certainly trying but no ground was being made in the process.
YSS Shiroyama - Command Center
A green haired neko lifted up her head from the sensor station she was assigned to, being born to become a specialist in such a field it wasn't really a bad job so to speak but god did it get boring - so even something as simple as reaching past her glasses, which were only for aesthetic reasons given that she was engineered to have perfect eyesight, to rub at her bone-white face which was moreso just to do something other than stare at the bland outputs from this screen.
A small ping made the girl's ears twitch and immediately those same eyes that had been so tired before were now glued to the console, a few more taps of her keyboard and she deemed it enough to call the Shosa over.
"What is it?" Ryder queried in that same gruff voice that held so much power on the station.
"Small sub-space transmission, Sir, though heavily encrypted - which is odd because usually our Megami would be able to crack that right? but~" she was cut off by a stern glare from the Shosa's cybernetic eyes, which made the Neko gulp and rethink her words before continuing.
"...it's nothing our systems are familiar with, sir, which is somewhat concerning... and kinda disproves any chances it is a rogue signal from some civillian ship's antennae, right?" she chirped up as Ryder's eyes narrowed again though this time on the screen, clearly thinking it over before Ryder gave his orders on the matter.
"Keep an eye on it, and let us hope it's just some 'spacer nonsense..."
The drone hadn't been too rough thankfully and the quarter-sol made her way back up the driveway, granting the ugly scarecrow that sat off to one side a little smirk as the fusion-powered speeder slowly powered down. She decided to unbox the package in their garage, no need to make a bunch of noise in the house that might wake up the wife or the kids afterall - so soon enough a knife was retireved to slice through the tape, packing peanuts swept aside to reveal... it certainly wasn't the capacitor that had been ordered.
"...the fuck?" she mused, one large hand idly scratching at the back of her messy red bun as the metallic cylinder was observed, a little more digging revealed a set of rather basic instructions that just said to flick the switch~
YSS Shiroyama - Buccaneer - Cargo Bay
Kimber was quick and efficient to swap into her more combat-focused attire, dissipating her volumetric facade of a casual uniform to reveal the black bodysuit she had been wearing all along and then quickly slip her vest over that - the most time-consuming part was taming that waterfall of auburn that flowed down her shoulders enough to fit under her helmet but by the end of it all she was ready for action, crotch guard and shoulder pads firmly secured as the black-paneled Joto Heisho's mismatching gaze drifted over the ship's occupants.
Her daughter on the other hand, Valerie, was a lot more casual about getting to her posting - the technician cat huffed a little as she entered the Buccaneer's guts, offering a small smile to anyone who might be looking as she stepped into the bridge and took up position at her designated station, deciding to keep the door open so that the constant hissing sounds of people entering and leaving pre-flight didn't get too annoying.
"Quick reminder to all personnel boarding the ship, if you leave something important behind then we are not - I repeat not, turning back for you to grab it, affirmative? good," the ship's technicians informed the teams, her light-hearted voice projecting throughout the ship before she decided to settle back into the seat, kicking both feet up onto the dashboard as the Helashio's uniform creaked a bit.
"Can somebody uhm~" Juno squeaked with a small blush on her face, the ripped combat engineer was mostly kitted up but her shoulders must have gotten bigger without her realizing because there was clearly some difficulty being had with securing the plate to her upper back - the Minkan was certainly trying but no ground was being made in the process.
YSS Shiroyama - Command Center
A green haired neko lifted up her head from the sensor station she was assigned to, being born to become a specialist in such a field it wasn't really a bad job so to speak but god did it get boring - so even something as simple as reaching past her glasses, which were only for aesthetic reasons given that she was engineered to have perfect eyesight, to rub at her bone-white face which was moreso just to do something other than stare at the bland outputs from this screen.
A small ping made the girl's ears twitch and immediately those same eyes that had been so tired before were now glued to the console, a few more taps of her keyboard and she deemed it enough to call the Shosa over.
"What is it?" Ryder queried in that same gruff voice that held so much power on the station.
"Small sub-space transmission, Sir, though heavily encrypted - which is odd because usually our Megami would be able to crack that right? but~" she was cut off by a stern glare from the Shosa's cybernetic eyes, which made the Neko gulp and rethink her words before continuing.
"...it's nothing our systems are familiar with, sir, which is somewhat concerning... and kinda disproves any chances it is a rogue signal from some civillian ship's antennae, right?" she chirped up as Ryder's eyes narrowed again though this time on the screen, clearly thinking it over before Ryder gave his orders on the matter.
"Keep an eye on it, and let us hope it's just some 'spacer nonsense..."
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