• Aggressive
  • Amazed
  • Amused
  • Angelic
  • Angry
  • Artistic
  • Bashful
  • Blah
  • Bored
  • Breezy
  • Brooding
  • Busy
  • Chatty
  • Cheeky
  • Cheerful
  • Cloud_9
  • Cold
  • Confused
  • Cool
  • Crappy
  • Curious
  • Cynical
  • Daring
  • Dead
  • Depressed
  • Devilish
  • Doh
  • Doubtful
  • Energetic
  • Fiendish
  • Fine
  • Flirty
  • Gloomy
  • Goofy
  • Grumpy
  • Happy
  • Hot
  • InLove
  • Innocent
  • InPain
  • Inspired
  • Lonely
  • Lurking
  • Mellow
  • Mischievious
  • Nerdy
  • NoMood
  • NotWorthy
  • Paranoid
  • Pensive
  • Psychedelic
  • Relaxed
  • ROFLMAO
  • Sad
  • Scared
  • Shocked
  • Sick
  • Sleeping
  • Sleepy
  • Sneaky
  • Snobbish
  • Spaced
  • Stressed
  • Sunshine
  • SweetTooth
  • Thinking
  • Tired
  • Twisted
  • VeggedOut
  • Worried
  • YeeHaw
  • Page 2 of 4 FirstFirst 1234 LastLast
    Results 16 to 30 of 54
    1. #16
      Join Date
      Sep 2016
      Posts
      67
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 1
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      Quote Originally Posted by Dar'no Pique View Post
      Opening his eyes to glance swiftly over his shoulder as she moved away, he spoke softly but knew she'd hear anyway, "Sleep well, my pirate queen." The smile in his words evident as he said it.
      The words drew her up short. She paused at the doorway. I'm not your frelling pirate queen, she thought, but surreptitious glance over her shoulder revealed his smile. It was meant to be a term of endearment. As near as she could tell, he didn't truly mean anything by it. It still grated, but she pushed it to the side, chalking it up to pheromones. There were a few ways people typically reacted. Her fiance had called her that though. Hearing it again had touched a nerve, she supposed as she slipped through the door into her room.

      It was larger, and meant to be a longer term, more functional living space. After all, she would be spending the most time aboard. It would serve as her second home. She had the galley and the lounge of course. But she needed her own private space. Jahzra kicked off her boots, and then flopped on her back onto her bed. Just above was a hanging photograph. She sat in it, with His arms around her, both of them lit up with bright smiles. It had been taken on the boarding ramp of the Swift Horizon nearly two years ago. She'd forgotten about that day. They'd been adding the gun turret, and had finished up that day, after a week of tracing lines and crawling through the guts of the Horizon to suss out a power drain. They'd been exhausted but triumphant. That had been the evening he'd told her he loved her. It wasn't the pheromones talking, but connection. Remembering scraped a white-hot knife across her heart, opening old wounds once more. But as she latched onto the body pillow in her rack, there was something cleansing and healing about it too.

      I had no idea how hard this run was going to be, she mused to herself, before finally falling into sleep. It was a restless, fitful thing. It was full of noise, flashes of faces, and places. Blaster fire, and horror. Dar, her fiance.




      The boards showed green currently. The logs dutifully reported that everything was functioning correctly. There had been a fluctuation or two in systems, but they were within normal parameters. Dar would notice a pattern though. A cascade seemed to be happening. One system had fluttered, then another one or two, but they were down the chain of machinery that was used to propel them to hyperspace. It was like a clog working it's way through a pipe. It would clog one point, loosen up, catch farther down the pipeline.. and so on. With the metaphor, most such things worked themselves out at the end. The real squeaker there though was that the last systems in the chain had to do with the temporal stasis field which kept them in their own time bubble. In effect, it kept them from experiencing time dilation, or entering hyperspace and exiting five thousand years later when they got where they were going. Who knew how bad a minuscule flutter there could affect their effort to fulfill the contract in timely fashion.

    2. #17
      Join Date
      Feb 2018
      Posts
      47
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 0
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      Dar was sitting in the cockpit, his feet kicked up as he watched the computer flutter. "One... two... three..." shaking his head as the flutter happened again. "One... two... three... four..." once more the clog caught itself. "Hmmm... that shouldn't be happening. Whatcha up to, little girl?" He asked as his feet hit the deck and he leaned over to tapped on the console. He was timing the differences between each pause and extrapolating how long till it hit the primary concern.

      Sighing as he saw he had about 30 minutes, he shook his head. "She's not gonna be happy," he thought as he rose and shifted to her seat. "But better to ask forgiveness than permission." He moved his fingers deftly over the console and dropped them from light speed. Figuring out where they were, he directed them to a nearby asteroid and set them in the drag field of it. Anyone passing wouldn't see them for the rock's wake that hid them. Shaking his head once more, he moved from the seat and headed to give Jahz the news. She wouldn't like being wakened, but she'd be more upset to wake up and find he hadn't told her at the time.

      Knocking on her door, he called gently at first so as not to startle her. Then he took a moment to listen for her sleepy response. "Jahzra? It's Dar... are you awake?" It was a silly question, she was sleeping, of course, but her answer would mean she had heard him at least.

    3. #18
      Join Date
      Sep 2016
      Posts
      67
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 1
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      Quote Originally Posted by Dar'no Pique View Post
      Knocking on her door, he called gently at first so as not to startle her. Then he took a moment to listen for her sleepy response. "Jahzra? It's Dar... are you awake?"
      Jahzra started at the knock. At his announcement of 'It's Dar' she thought sourly, Of course, who else? She realized then they weren't' at light speed. The engines were powered down. The reactor was in low output. Just enough to run the ship's systems. His tone caught up with her. Gentle, hesitant. Worried. It added up to one word: trouble.

      She roused to fully awake within a second as adrenaline dumped into her system. Years of living adrift, and dealing with this kind of trouble meant she was ready to go at a moment's notice. She rolled off the bed, landing on her feet in one motion, then grabbed her gunbelt and put it on. Grabbing boots in hand she popped the hatch open.

      "What do we got," she said, dropping the boots. She quickly stepped into them while pulling her hair back, and banding it into a ponytail. A bun would be better if they were about to be boarded, or had to go EVA, but it would work for now. No distractions. All work, no play.

    4. #19
      Join Date
      Feb 2018
      Posts
      47
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 0
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      He heard her call back but as she opened the door, Dar took a step back and held his hands up, smiling, "Easy, Tiger... It's nothing major. There's a hiccup in the engines and rather than risk anything, I'm going to have a look." He nodded towards the engine bay, "But you know your baby well enough, I figured you would have figured out the drop on your own. Didn't want you upset."

      He started to head for the engineering section. "But since you have your boots on," he laughed and disappeared around the corner. If she followed, she'd find him stepping into the engine room, sweeping his bag up form the bin by the door and heading towards the back.
      Last edited by Dar'no Pique; 08-21-2018 at 11:59 PM.

    5. #20
      Join Date
      Sep 2016
      Posts
      67
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 1
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      Jahzra finished putting on her boots and strapping them in place. The slight thump they made against the deck marked her passage, following Dar. As he headed into the engine room, she stopped for a cup of stimcaff, then joined him. "What kind of complaint has she been giving," She asked, looking around at the interior of the engine room. Anywhere but at him, she turned her concerned gaze.

      The poor thing had been in dry dock for a long time. A machine like this was meant to get out and perform, not rot in mothballs. If her baby was sick it was her fault and no one else s. Waiting for his answer she took a sip of the dark, aromatic, slightly bitter, but warm drink, savoring it for a moment. It reminded her of long trips alone, and with ... Him. Four-in-the-morning conversations and confessions in a little cafe on Zeltron with a few friends. Stary nights away from the boom and pulse of the city. Recovering from hangovers the morning after a positively smashing party. It was a companion, ever-present. Good quality, or bad, there was almost always some within reach.

      She realized then that she was smiling a little bit before coming back to the conversation, her mind focused on Dar.
      Last edited by Jahzra Rocvard; 08-22-2018 at 12:37 AM.

    6. #21
      Join Date
      Feb 2018
      Posts
      47
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 0
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      Dar smiled as her footsteps followed him but paused at the galley. As he heard her come into the engine room, he was already on his back under one of the largest conduits to reach a control panel on the back. "In answer to your question, the hum of her is a bit high. It's almost like she's running at a higher speed than she is. And the lurch in and out of light speed, while minimal, is still there. Like breaking in and out of water." One leg stretched out to use his heel to press him further under the conduit.

      He tinkered and set a couple things, smiling when he thought of her out there, half asleep, hair tussled... Keep yourself calm, boy, he told himself. She's the boss. If she likes you, she'll let ya know....

      A couple heartbeats later, he slid out and looked up at her. There was a smudge on dirt on his upper cheek and temple where he had brushed against the ship as he sat up and leaned on the conduit. "How bout you run her up. Listen for yourself. See if she's humming like you remember." He smiled at her as he looked up from his place on the floor.

    7. #22
      Join Date
      Sep 2016
      Posts
      67
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 1
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      Jazz turned to the secondary control systems. The cockpit served as the main control point to the ship, but there were basic computer controls in the back that would allow her to be maneuvered. For testing and emergency purposes, generally. This she brought online, which showed more diagnostics and readouts on the engines than were in the cockpit avionics. A few touches of screens changed their display, giving more flight-oriented operation modes.

      She began feeding more energy to the systems from the reactor, cycling it up slowly. Back here she could not only listen but feel more directly what her vessel was doing, what she had to say. Her motions were practiced, gentle but precise, familiar. "Okay, talk to me baby," she murmured under her breath to the ship.

      Immediately she noticed the power cycle was in fact higher, almost like the idle speed on a combustion engine. Normally fine, she knew that it could be a problem when it came to thermodynamics. That energy had to go somewhere. And it was being drawn from somewhere else. Meaning fuel wouldn't last as long, and she would be running 'hotter'. It also meant other components could wear out faster, or even blow circuits in the wrong situation.

      The hiccup he described made her frown. "I think she's had enough time to clear her throat," Jazz noted to Dar. "Have you looked over the hyperdrive motivator yet?" The question sent his way was a little distracted as she began checking over other systems, flipping switches here and there, starting to eliminate some of the possible culprits where she could.
      Last edited by Jahzra Rocvard; 08-22-2018 at 02:12 AM.

    8. #23
      Join Date
      Feb 2018
      Posts
      47
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 0
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      Nodding his head as he rose up, Dar then shook his head. "I did." As she stood over the console, he half leaned on the wall with a hand on the edge of the console beside her. If she took half a step sideways, she could lean against him with minimal extra movement. But it was the best view of the console Dar could see. "Hang on... check the heat scrubbers. I replaced the vent fans and if they aren't spinning at full speed, they may be what's holding the heat back and forcing the power spike."

      He waited to see what she got in her readings before saying more. It wasn't in the input, so it had to be something further down the line holding things back.

    9. #24
      Join Date
      Sep 2016
      Posts
      67
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 1
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      Once more, Dar arranged himself very close. She became aware of the scent of his skin, mixed with a light bit of clean sweat, and the whiff of engine grease. Hard work, familiar, and approved, along with his own natural tones. She tried to ignore it. That's what she told herself she was doing, even in the back of her mind. Though part of her wanted to lean closer, just an innocent shift of her weight. But she forced herself to stay put, at like nothing was happening. It was just any other day of the week anyway. Most humans and near humans found Zeltrons to be... desirable, if not intoxicating. It was just the way things were. She'd used that to her advantage plenty of times. But right now, there were far more important things. Like figuring this out. Survival... survival. She did idly glance over at him, before returning her attention to the diagnostic work.

      She took a moment then dove into the heat exchange systems. In her mind the heat was a side effect, but it might tell her more. In a secondary window she pulled up reactor readouts, giving a real-time analysis of the energy output in a three dimensional wave plane, showing the hill s and valleys in a flowing matrix, like a three dimensional oscilloscope.

      Deft hands pulled up power distribution combined with the heating data, and there was a correlation. Working quickly she pulled up a diagnostic and set it to checking over the heating and cooling systems. In less than a minute readout bars were beginning to edge from green toward yellow. "Aw crap," she groused, and sent a reset though the coolant pumps and the fans in the heat exchangers and scrubbers. They went down, then came back online. The rise in heat slowed.... steadied... then began to tick down again. One crisis averted: cooking to death or blowing apart.

      The reactor still sounded the same, and there was still a massive spike in the output and draw. They'd bought some time though. Jahzra seemed to go still, staring at the screens for a few moments, perhaps frozen. Just when Dar was about to speak she straightened and went to typing in a series of commands. the computer blatted back an unhelpful error. She tried again from another angle. Another unhelpful blat. A look of concern crossed her face.

      A third attempt came and failed. "I think we're gonna have to go to backups. The power coupling and power regulator isn't responding. I think it fried and fused. She hasn't made a real jump in a while. If she can't regulate, then it causes a cascade. There's no telling what breaks next," she explained, already moving to shut down systems and cool down the reactor.

      "We do have a decent little machine shop though. Think you can machine replacement parts quick enough to have us moving again soon," she asked, turning toward Dar.

    10. #25
      Join Date
      Feb 2018
      Posts
      47
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 0
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      Despite their nearness, Dar didn't notice Jahz' reaction. He was too busy watching the console as she went thru one route after another to try and find the issue. As her hands moved faster and a few murmured expletives fell from her lips, he held his breath till she sighed.

      "I doubt it's not responding, I'm betting it's responding slower than it should is all. Lemme get in there and see what's up."
      His absent pat on her shoulder was meant to be reassuring. "And as to answering your question, yes... short of having to hone you a full light speed engine from a few canteens of water, I think we should be able to either replace, repair or recreate anything you need." He patted her back once more and headed for the panel that would give him access to the system they needed to examine.

      __
      And hour later, with her help, they had followed the trouble to its source. While she had been right about the coupler and regulator were frozen, it was because of faulty wiring, not the pieces, themselves. They had crawled out of the belly of the beast and were sitting in the console room they had begun in. Dar was holding a fried section of a wiring bundle. "So... while we know this is one of the culprits, we need to be sure there isn't more. We need to find a place we can land or shut down completely without worry. Where are we? Any ideas?" They had been discussing what to do and agree that the whole ship needed to be checked. While Dar had replaced major parts, it was the 'in between' pieces that couldn't handle the amped up power that now flowed thru the ship. Dar hadn't realized back at the station, just how long a good overhaul had been due. Had he known, or had Jahz suspected, things would have gone differently. But he didn't blame her. He just hoped she wasn't blaming herself.

    11. #26
      Join Date
      Sep 2016
      Posts
      67
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 1
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      The pink-skinned woman worked fastidiously at a grease spot on her hand before wiping a way a small rivulet of sweat that ran down one cheek. Crawling around in the innards of the ship was one of the downsides to being physically smaller. But, it meant she knew her baby inside and out. AND... probably prevented something worse. But it took effort, and was tough to work on parts in a tight space.

      She rested, now, against one bulkhead, her rear braced against it. At his question about where they were, she straightened and went to punching up the nav data. "We're not that far from Klatooine," she noted, looking at possible destinations. "Backup hyerdrive can get us there decently but it's gonna be a while. We're still in Hutt turf, so we should have some pull," she presented. "It's probably our best bet. They have a decent spaceport. And htey're imporing new tech all the time."

    12. #27
      Join Date
      Feb 2018
      Posts
      47
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 0
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      Dar frowned a moment trying to recall the planet she spoke of. "If it's Hutt territory, that may be an advantage. I was at the station a long time. I may still have some pull with my creds and name." She would see him blush slightly, despite the dark skin and his own grease smeared face. "I'm not so big I can get us everything at a snap, but I think we may run into less hassle since any check of me shows a couple decades under Vaago. One doesn't work that long with a Hutt unless they are worth something."

      He smiled at her and winked. "Worse case scenario, you beat up a guy or two and we're set." He laughed and watched her reaction hoping he didn't guess her sense of humor wrong.

    13. #28
      Join Date
      Sep 2016
      Posts
      67
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 1
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      She shook her head as a wry smile tugged one corner of her lips. "Oh please, I'm not that bad," she said. "Besides, a little charm can go a long way too. You'd be surprised what kinds of favors I can get out of some guys." She shrugged one shoulder as an afterthought, and cycled power up into the sublights. The thrum of the reactor and the vibration of the engines passed through the decking, with the deeper, more resonant tone she was used to. Her baby was feeling better, but they couldn't use her main systems to get going. So not 100%. She'd still have to limp to port.

      "Come on," she said with a small smile after picking up her empty mug, and heading toward the cockpit. A slight detour at the galley left the mug sealed away in the small cleaning unit and a less than a minute later she was sliding into the captain's chair.

      She turned her gaze toward the canopy and the stars outside, along with brighter flecks of light here and there, nearby asteroids, some reflecting the light of the star system. Others, she could barely make out the rim lighting around some. The one they were snuggled up to was quite easy to make out though. "Think you can dust off and get us back out of here while I get our course plotted from the navicomputer?" He seemed capable enough, for sure. Dar had gotten them in clean, and settled, tucked cozily along this asteroid's backside. It was probably easy enough to get out. This didn't seem like a terribly dense belt, but they could be deceiving.

      Without waiting for an answer she pulled up the navigational computer, overlaying them one one of the displays. Another showed a three dimensional representation of local space, with them floating like a mote of dust among so many others but spread out.

      As they pulled away from the floating rock, she looked over to him, watching his expression, the way he moved, the touch of his hands as they handled her baby. Where did his eyes go, did he analyze, or did he follow his instincts. So many other little things the simple act of flying something would tell her. "Twenty years," she finally asked him. Either he'd gone to work for Vaago young, or he was older than he looked. He didn't look old per se. The average human lifespan these days averaged one hundred and twenty cycles or years. "There's got to be a story there."

    14. #29
      Join Date
      Feb 2018
      Posts
      47
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 0
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      He laughed as she commented on her charming skills. "I figured that the case." He did up and leaned on the wall a moment. "But if I had said 'Case scenario, you bat your eyelashes and get us outta trouble', something tells me my bruises woulda been added to."

      Her come on comment left him following and laughing in her wake.

      Settling into his seat, the young man smiled and nodded. "Yes, ma'am... On our way." His hands danced over the console with memory muscle reflexes. But his eyes diligently watched the readouts and deftly compensated for the half hobbled ship.

      Under his breath he hummed some nameless tune that kept time with his motions. Whether he hummed to the motions, or the motions guided the tune, Dar was no stranger to the task.

      As the ship released itself first from the steroid, then from the cluttered belt, he keyed in her given coordinates and they were soon headed for their destination. He had heard her comment but waited several minutes before answering. It was as if he was concentrating on the ship and trying not to be distracted.

      Trouble was, after a few minutes, there wasn't anything else to distract him as the computer took over. He finally glanced at her, his dark features almost darkening deeper still before settling back to normal.

      He smiled and winked before standing up. "There is..." He said simply and headed out of the cockpit. He called back absently over his shoulder, "Ya hungry?" And headed for the galley.

      He shouldn't have brought it up, he thought to himself. Mentioning how long he'd been on the station. No need to worry her over things from the past that mattered not. He headed for the galley to make them something... anything... to distract him from that look of curiosity she had had. He didn't want her to look at him different. So he'd just make them food and change the subject.

    15. #30
      Join Date
      Sep 2016
      Posts
      67
      Thumbs Up
      Received: 1
      Given: 0

      0 Not allowed!
      She'd hoped to catch him distracted, off guard with her question. But there was no 'off guard'. Too soon.

      The change in his expression was immediate. She watched, felt even, a war start up within him. On one hand she knew the desire to say something, anything about it. At the same time, the door to something deepr and terrible struggled to slam shut. Balanced on the edge of a knife, she said nothing, letting the silence hang, becoming pregnant until he did respond. It took a few minutes to get out of the asteroid field. It took a little longer to get the coordinates from the navicomputer.

      He still hadn't responded by the time they came about and made the jump to hyperspace. She began to think he wouldn't reply at all when finally he did. Two words. Of course there was a story, but he wasn't going to tell her. Not right now.

      She hadn't earned that, but also he wasn't comfortable enough. It was too painful to go through out loud, with her. A whole host of reasons flooded through her mind, good and bad. She found herself regretting asking. Curiosity blazed strongly within her, she wanted to know more about him. Who he was, what he'd been through. To understand him on a deeper level.

      At the same time her own war began, between wanting to know, and the desire to prevent more pain. It wasn't very fun, or enjoyable, for either of them. That much she knew. But it might mean something stronger in the future. For now this was a trial run anyway. Too much, too fast. And maybe he felt encroached upon, she guessed.

      It was a rapid-fire interplay of emotions and subtle variations as he sought to change the subject. Door closed. "Sure," she finally responded, still in her seat. She called back to him over her shoulder as he disappeared to the galley.

      Stupid, stupid girl.

      Finally, after a minute she pushed herself to her feet. Making her way into the galley she came up behind him, laying her left hand on the back of his right shoulder, she murmured to him quietly, "I'm sorry . I just wanted to know you a little more. Maybe someday we'll have that conversation, but not now." She gave him a small smile, then let her hand fall away, stepping back.

      She took a deep breath then, and blew it out, up her face, fluffing some of her hair out of the way. "So who throws the best party on the station," she asked, changing the subject. "If we pull this off, I imagine I'll feel like celebrating. If we don't... probably need some cheering up." With this she finished with a bright and amused smile at the thought. Like the sun breaking through the clouds, the moment seemed to be dismissed from her mind.

    Page 2 of 4 FirstFirst 1234 LastLast

    Posting Permissions

    • You may not post new threads
    • You may not post replies
    • You may not post attachments
    • You may not edit your posts
    •