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Author Topic: A Place to Call Home: Beylix, United Reclamation  (Read 233 times)

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Re: A Place to Call Home: Beylix, United Reclamation
« Reply #20 on: January 12, 2018, 02:35:22 AM »
Jax was hard pressed on the look out for any glaring signs of his old ship. As always, Abigail the attentive one, first noticed they had company.

"Can we help you?" She stood her legs shoulder width distance apart her fingers drumming on the butt of her gun, almost asking him to make a move.


Jax spun around to see just what she had found and seeing Abigail had taken up a defensive stance he quickly interjected. "Oh hello there!" Jax offered as he stepped in front of Abigail. "Easy there" He whispered to her. "Maybe you can assist us....looking for an old transport.....grayish worn metal coloring with the name Wushu marked on the port side hull?" Jax put on his most friendly face.

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Re: A Place to Call Home: Beylix, United Reclamation
« Reply #21 on: January 12, 2018, 08:08:35 PM »
(Changed due to screwing up other players plans)

For those who never called her home, she was a pretty mundane ship with a pretty mundane history. No war heroics. No glorious adventures. Just pick up the shipping crates. Deliver the shipping crates. Repeat ad nauseum.

But she'd provided a good home and income for many over the years. People were people aboard her. People had fallen in love aboard her more than once. Babies were conceived and even birthed on her decks. People fought against each other aboard her, much like she herself fought against gravity. People embraced each other aboard her much like her two prongs embraced her payload crates.

But circumstances now found her lifted by crane high above a United Reclamation salvage dump on Beylix being carried to a place where it would hopefully be well nestled before being found by those who saw her value.

"Uh...boss? Over."

"Go ahead, Chang. Have you moved that old Asteroid-09, yet? Over."

"Not yet, boss. Could you check the index again? Over."

"Why? My instructions were very clear. Put the ship where I told you and move on to the next one. Over."

"It's just that there's already a ship where you want me to put it. Over."

"Impossible. Over."

"I'm looking right at it, boss. Over."

"Impossible, Chang. If we'd already put a ship there, I would know about it. Over."

"Yeah, but somebody could have parked one there without authorization. Like hiding a needle in a haystack. Anyway, I'm telling you there's a ship right where you want me to drop this thing. Over."

"Alright, Chang. I'm checking the index now and I can verify that there is no ship at that location. We don't have time for this. You have your instructions. Over."

"(Sigh) You're the boss, boss. Over."

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Dr. Trent Nguyen instinctively held up his hands when confronted by the imposing figure of Abigail Archer.

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"Can we help you?"

Yes, my name is Dr. Trent Nguyen. You seem to know what you're looking for in a ship, which means you know more than I do including, hopefully, how to fly one. I'm hoping to either buy a ship of my own or hire one for a matter of life or death...is what he WOULD have said had he not been trying to keep his bowels from evacuating. Instead, it came out as a "Merp!"

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"Oh hello there!" Jax offered as he stepped in front of Abigail. "Easy there" He whispered to her. "Maybe you can assist us....looking for an old transport.....grayish worn metal coloring with the name Wushu marked on the port side hull?" Jax put on his most friendly face.

The kinder approach had the desired effect on the doctor. "Umm...actually, yes! Isn't that it right over there?

He pointed to an old mid-size transport matching Jax's description exactly.

For those who called her home, Wushu was far from mundane. She'd seen her share of action and adventure...and survived. She'd been home to both the wealthy and the poor. The (comparatively) honest...and the villainous. Dreams had been born aboard her and dreams had been crushed...

...Crushed just like Wushu herself as a salvage yard worker named Chang put his finger on the release switch to send the Asteroid-09 plummeting towards her to make her an interstellar pancake topped with-
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"CHANG! WAIT!"

Gah! "What is it, boss! Over."

"I got a note here. Yeah. Turns out there IS a ship already there. Huh. You didn't put that Asteroid-09 on top of it, did you? That really would have screwed up someone's plans. Over."

"Seriously! Nope, I didn't crush it or anything. Was just about to, though. Over."
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Instead, the Asteroid-09 was safely eased down next to the Wushu, causing no additional harm to either ship, but blocking the Wushu from Nguyen's, Abigail's, and Jax's view.

"Oop!" said the doctor. "I mean it's right behind that other ship there."
« Last Edit: January 16, 2018, 04:09:04 PM by dannyness »
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Re: A Place to Call Home: Beylix, United Reclamation
« Reply #22 on: Today at 07:38:30 AM »
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”…Be cool when you do. Just mark what he looks like and where he goes."

Freya’s brows furrowed from her spot beneath the mule and she wiggled around in an attempt to get out. Once she was free, the girl cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest, “Cool,” she murmured, trying to imagine what that looked like. Awkwardly uncrossing her arms, she then set one hand behind her, wanting to put it on the mule and lean back nonchalantly. Of course, she missed and slipped a little, which she tried to turn into some ‘I was actually trying to run a hand through my hair and totally meant to do that’ sort of motion. In the end, she just ended up looking far more out of place and uncomfortable than any semblance of ‘cool.’ Not to mention she was covered in the dirt, grime, and residual oil from being underneath the mule.

 

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