[center][color=seagreen][h3]Kell[/h3][sup][i]That Reptilian Guy Who Likes Sandals A.K.A. The Helmsman[/i] [/sup][/color][/center][hr] [center] [i]We floatin' high, feelin' extra live Thrivin' beyond the means to survive Poppin' back fives on cloud nine With the slow roll we call tiiiiimmmeee....[/i][/center] Kell bobbed and swayed offbeat to the rhythm of a slow and flowing tune drifting carelessly out of the speakers. The sounds vibrated smoothly, carrying throughout the cockpit as the reptilian pilot stared off into the void through vertically slit pupils. His hands pressed no buttons, and remained off of the piloting console while he drifted with the ship, flowing free. He tapped his feet and moved his arms, feeling himself realize the full potential of the music he was listening to. His personal adventure down through fascinating noises created by human hands went undisturbed. [color=hotpink]"Um... What are you listening to?"[/color] A high pitched female voice spoke up with no small amount of judgment. Undisturbed until now. [color=seagreen]"Not now, Momo. I am flowin'."[/color] [color=hotpink]"Flowin'? I guess that's one word for it. You look like you're swimming-ish, but more like a, kinda' like... like a fish on land!"[/color] The reptilian pilot tilted his head to look at his mechanical arm, and the bright pink light emitting from it. He detested the color, but Momo insisted and would have nothing else. Pink was fabulous, she said. [color=seagreen]"Call it what you want, but I'm just riding this tide, popping fives back on cloud nine."[/color] [color=hotpink]"What does that even mean?"[/color] Kell paused. [color=seagreen]"I don't know, but it sounds dope."[/color] [color=hotpink]"So you're saying it sounds stupid. Good! I think so too."[/color] [color=seagreen]"No! That's not what it means!"[/color] He started, only calming when he realized that Momo was simply being her proficient self in fanning his anger. [color=seagreen]"Dope means good, excellent, interesting. It's some sort of mixture of positive themed words in specific humanoid dialects."[/color] [color=hotpink]"Mmm. Fascinating."[/color] [color=seagreen]"You just don't understand."[/color] [color=hotpink]"No, no, I do."[/color] Momo delved into the database of information Kell regularly updated within his arm's computer. [color=hotpink]"So, when they say 'dopesauce' it means that it's a thick liquid of excellent-ness?"[/color] Kell shook his head. [color=seagreen]"Same meaning, just a different usage of the word. At least that's how I've been looking at it. These humans have an amazing form of language."[/color] [color=hotpink]"Yeah, it's like, totally dopesauce."[/color] [color=seagreen]"Don't ever say dopesauce again."[/color] [color=hotpink]"Dope-"[/color] Kell muted her. He sat back in relief, and eased back into the music. The Nova Dawn's systems made their steady hum, but Kell felt like the ship itself was purring in appreciation. With one hand raised he placed his palm against the wall, feeling what he considered to be the 'soul in the machine'. [color=seagreen]"Drives me crazy too, Bubba. Every damn day."[/color] A beep came from his arm. [color=hotpink]"How completely rude! Wait, you finally named the ship and you called it Bubba? Bubba, seriously?"[/color] [color=seagreen]"Good a name as any. It's strong. Steady. Ain't that right, Bubba? Yeah, that's right. You're one sexy motherfucker too, ain't ya'?"[/color] [color=hotpink]"I'm going to pretend I never heard you say that."[/color] Kell's lip curled into a smile just as Sulk's voice came over the comms. Sulk had a way of making him stop and listen. He couldn't decide whether it was his voice, his dangerous mystique, or the mysterious presence he considered ominously threatening. Or maybe it was more like the songs he'd listened to stated. It was Sulk's natural state of being, everything is part of the whole. And that whole could be frightening, and Kell would know. He'd dealt with Cronus war beasts for the better part of his lifetime, and their voices could make any being tremble with fear. But, he lived on a pirate ship, piloted a pirate ship, and dealt with a myriad of the Void's most lethal individuals. On top of that he'd experienced life amidst an eternally war-torn species. There wasn't much left that could truly shake Kell. Mild fears of the captain put aside, Kell made his way to the bridge. There, he quietly studied his other crew mates. What went across his mind most was how long had Sulk been in the archives during shore leave? This was a captain who could use a proper dose of the vibes. After being briefed, Kell didn't have a question. He never did. He'd told Sulk that he'd pilot this ship anywhere as long as they were going somewhere. Nothing mattered so long as they were moving. The others asked important questions that seemed mostly relevant outside of Valk. Kell liked Valk, he seemed like a man who could have a good time. [color=hotpink]"Same question as Eleven, over here. As dopesauce as this 'Titan Hammer' sounds, I'd like to know what it is too."[/color] Kell began pondering the many ways to lock her out of his database permanently. [color=seagreen]"Ignore her, Captain. Point the way, me and Bubba'll get ya' there. So long as we get a good payout, it's fine with me."[/color]