PrinceAlexus

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Bath House.
Persephone and Sya.

Persephone looked at Ayel like he was a worm, really, he was screaming, shouting, ranting like a Toddler…did she have to put him on the naughty step or give him an ice lolly to suck on to calm down?

Like what did she do about this angry little ego driven man…who was naked.. Why did he have to be naked? It was not a fun sight and she had seen a lot of not fun things. His ranting insults, really…none of it was new, none of it was creative he really needed some better lines. Persephone Had been called far far worse than a old Crone.

“Then start behaving like a Lord and not a toddler, do you need a blanky… or a pop Of shine for your sore gums?” She said with a flat tone, not letting it get to her, he was a dick but unarmed, naked and entirely just mentally losing it. She probably would report this to Princes guards when this was over. Maybe someone could.. talk to him?

“try It .. I can throw a better punch than you, jail would be lovely this time of year…” She said with a smirk, she was a Lady and Royal Guard, she could probably lock him up for a few days on an assault noble or Not.

“Look…your going to be breaking the peace at this rate, I just want a soak and a rest… go home.. i will give you a chance to act like a Lord and leave without drama, the Prince will be told… you can make this far easier for everyone. Be the better man here.” Persephone said and just shook her head, before He…. nope, that boat sailed as a rather large man got more annoyed and now willing to physically answer his insults.

Well, that was that.. she had tried to be reasonable to the man, thing… lord of whatever sun house had made this inbred mess of an ego who was far too naked for her liking.

Across the water the Lamia who was content to rest, drink tea and float her tail in the water and splash about a little was caught off guard by shouting of her name by a irate and …. Why did she have to have really good eye sight? What actress it was to see his pastey, self… Gendry had a nice amount of muscle, hard work had made him solid and could carry her among other “things” she found a muscular partner could do.

Sya mentally debated what to do as she drank from her flask of tea, the hot liquid was nice and she could get used to this…maybe Sya had brewed or wrong but it worked, where you meant to add spices? It added a nice kick to the drink though and gave an aftertaste that was honestly pleasant.

“Urgh… vhy would he not leavess me alone” Sya said as she turned and made a decision, maybe kill him with kindness… or ask the guards to press charges of harassment, Sya was a member of Dawn Haven and had the protections the same as any other.

It only took a gentle push off as Sya swam with a S gesture easily in the water and crossed the pool smoothly before sliding up the bank, a smooth area as she began to slither and move with a little shudder and a jump from swimming to land. Sya was rather comfortable in the water and rather elegant and agile in the hot Springs. The water supported her form rather comfortablely.

Multiple people, Sya saw multiple people, feathers, Ayel, Ivor, others, the lady who was in the room with Lord Castleion… one guest, multiple customers…well everyone ended up a customer eventually. What the hell happened, did someone murder a flock of birds?

She came to a halt silently, her movement was really quiet especially on the smooth stone and slightly wet surface, bright blue scales turned to skin and she had nothing to really wear, and honestly did not care. They Would stare regardless of what she wore or did not. Sya was not ashamed and favoured Auralian feeling on the matter.

Shiny wet scales flashed In moonlight as Sya waved a greeting, then prodded the round and stirred the odd mix of fallen feathers on the ground confused. She noted Persephone gave her a unsure glance and scanned her form but for a Lunarian to be suspicious of a blightborn was hardly new.

“Oh Lord Ayel, Blesses vour sunny Yolk, I had no idea vou where here bevore you shouted ssssso” Sya said letting the hiss linger as she looked confused about the group sensing the tension and not wanting a brawl in the baths…Sya Was a little creative. maybe Defuse this whole mess through shock and confusion.

“Vould you like me to ssshare Some tea with vou, vou look trdoubled. Vi made my own mix, soicey tea. ” Sya said with a easily tone, she knew it would probbly cause him to have a seziure but that was on him being so tightly wound he could be used as a siege catapult. Looking about the group, the man was quite solidly built and she saw him semi undressed, the Lady wore a towell, she was Lunarian so expected, Ivor.. damn did he have muscles.. Sya still wondered if Becky was crazy though?

Sya played to her reputation as the somewhat forward, friendly and little bit odd Keeper of the Inn, none of this would be too far off her and she also calculated either he would have a whole fit or be too dumb founded to really process and his brain would take a few hours to feel angry again…hopefully the second. Enough time to send a note to the guards to ask Ayel to be talked to about harassment of a business owner and citizen of the town.

Sya was not stupid… She played the game well.

“Oh sssun Yolk… I'm Ssstarting to zink, either vou fancy Me, or have anger issues. . I'm really not horny forvyou, vou need to back off, or vi have to ask guards about you. VI'm zure you can get over it, maybe vor Best you find new lady, or man Yes ..” Sya said and her accent soft but very clearly borderland, she could speak some Auralian but chose to use the general tongue. No one could say she insulted him, just turned down his misguided affections. Did he hate her or secretly want to have hate sex.. Even Sya was turned off by Ayel.

The kiss of cheek she declined, he was probably toxic in skim creams not get taste off all week and slithered silently over hugging him before she backed off giving his thigh a poke with her tail tip and feeling like she needed a bath with what he probably doused himself in withdrew.

“Oh.. sun Yolk, youl ave to vind another love.” She said and decided that sometimes you had to fight fire by causing it to lose Fuel and mentally confuse the noble idiot.

Sya fell back, if he exploded she wanted the bog man between her and the lord slithering backwards with barely a scrape Of scales on stone.

Persephone was clearly sering Ayel get played to socially try and make it seem like bothering her was some kind of stalkers obsession, that he really fancied her and angry she turned him down.. with witness... She gave the Blight born lady a nod, long tail and scales Persephone relised just how much control the woman had, silent, backwards... social manipulations.. if only she found a woman like this earlier to train.

Sya did not miss the momment but looked over to the rest, the tension, angry men and her bath was being interrupted. "Viu thinki can return to vy relaxation, the water is soothing on my Sssscales..."

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Empire of the Clouds

The man on another gun was hit but the fire was still oncoming and if a man could scream loudly, he was not so badly off. It was when they went quiet you really had to worry about their life.

Wounded, conscious and alive. Noisey. So alive.

Maybe he was cold but the Officer had been trained the old way from the Navy academy, he had been trained and this hard driven training kicked In. Fire, adjust, reset, fire coming in but that was nothing you could do about it, you had to stop them shooting at you. Pragmatic and cold…

The firing stopped eventually and someone got to the wounded man so all came and worked out. He put the weapon on safe, and left the gun.

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The bridge had odd damage but nothing looked severe, nothing too hard and badly damaged, holes could be taped or plugged and welded with a little work. A half day at the most to get it all fixed and good as. Stray rounds did tend to hit and luckily it was light weapons fire, no explosions or more dangerous projectiles.

He looked over at the wheel and the control console, a mass of things but he could keep level and on a course even if he was not exactly a pilot. Just keep it at height, speed and on course. “Sure, just show me what's up, down, port, starboard speed and what course to keep on.” He had never flown..well anything but it was just a boat that existed in 3d space vs a water plane? Right?

“a strong coffee would not go amiss, and maybe a dash of brandy, I had more action in last 2 days, than…. A long time. Makes you miss 10 inches of armour steel.”

“So Mr Carter, you volunteered out dazzling pilot for the ladder duty then?” He joked like a rogue, almost too quickly, he had not been a combat officer in a long time and while training kept them sharp I'm in the heat of battle, he was winding down and not everything came free. Sometimes you paid a price for it afterwards.

Hands under control in combat had a shake, damn he needed a drink, anything really, just to keep the payment a little off until he could face the debt.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper

Hot Springs

Debuff. Snek in need of hug. Really. +1 day.

Soaky Snakey Slithering sleepily

Sya head was…. She was needing a break, a migraine was risking probing at the corners of her mind and she decided to make a change of plans, a rather extensive change of plans. An old memory came to mind… her last attempt had been ruined so Sya decided to hope that her next attempt would be better and less chaotic. Sya looked towards her pocket and saw the medical items and made a decision… yes..

Sya had a hope and an idea, she turned to the stairs and decided to work on her plan, yes that would do. “Vi go, be back later, vun it, you're In charge. Hot Springs.” She said to Vala and turned to slither off to the staircase, two floors up was her private little corner of the world, her sanctuary against the hate and the people like Ayel, safe, comfortable and room to stretch her tail.

“Sure miss slinky boss.” Vala said with a laugh and resumed her place at the bar and took Syas spot running the bar and having a minor Glare with lime green Eyes. She did not quite have the same ability to blend with people that the innkeeper seemed to find came utterly naturally to.

The Lamia was already upstairs and pushed the door closed to her rooms, making way to her bedroom Apartment with a mirrored vanity, it was basic, cheap and a tiny little wavey mirror. It was Syas and balanced with lower on tail and took the eye drop bottle out and scale shine…that could wait but she used the eye drop and sighed falling on to her back as she laid back. Her eye was cooled and soothed, having one huge eye was not always fun! A few minutes later she pushed up with a wiggle and grabbed a dark red coat with a hood that she had been given by her … friend with benefits, sadly she was not here to carry on that arrangement.

“I'm out.” Sya said passing the bar and a the blue flash of tail snaked out as the door closed, her hood up to keep weather Off she made her way out into the streets and darkness, lit by burning fires of orange and reds that defied darkness but to Sya that soon turned into a blueish Greenish grey tone that lacked colour. The world beyond was a hazy grey on grey tones, layered over lit by moonlight.

her route was quite easy as crossed the square to a back street, drifting past the post office tower and the small shop that was a leather workers' space, tanned hides and the smell of strong chemicals as materials where tanned and prepared for use.

The test of the trip was uneventful as waved to a few, made Small talk with a customer and one of the people she hired a few times a week to work on the Inns studding for the door. It really needed reinforcements. It would take a few days to have the studs, nails and strips made so that she had been rather clear about the quality of being a blacksmith daughter Sya knew exactly and precisely what she required and the standard of work expected. She also paid properly though and was not cheaper on a lesser commission.

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It was 10 minutes later Sya had hidden herself in a corner of the large hot baths, the raised voice the woman had heard and picked up… oh no. Sya managed to slither and swim her way to a quiet corner and spot out of the way, her tail in and out the water like a sea monster on a map. Sya was doing her best to hide, she had … Sya did not want to meet Ayel, he was a cruel bad egg that had a rotten Yolk, the shell was all fake.

Sya eye turned to the temple, it's warm glow and she turned away, Auralian or not, Sya had a bad experience with religion and it was not in her to enter that place right now. Nope. The Lamia did not want to go into that place, the hurt and the trauma… Sya curled up laid back on a smooth area of rock hiding from the noise with some tea in a wooden flask of sorts. Getting drunk was not the plan today.

Sya just tried to ignore everything going on and hid quietly soaking in the warmth with a sigh as the woman turned Lamia closed her eyes with head resting on a towel she found.

Her tail tip bobbed gently in the soft waves from the pool and it felt nice, the water was soothing and not too harsh where she could potentially be hurt easily.

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Lord and Lady Coswain

Hot Spring

Lady under the moon

Persephone was In a mood, right now she was conflicted about things and pushed her heavy horse faster down the empty side street unsure exactly but she wanted . Needed to do something. The talk with her husband was going to be rough and the fact was it looked like the diplomatic bullshit was still prevalent here as it was before just in a new flavour. “Go, go” she said to her mount as she traveled down the route, it was still in town but away from the main square.

She had too much on her mind and too much going on to think clearly.

Hot steam rose distant light was…distorted, things where… The Temple was built like the ones of Auralia and it seemed it bordered a large hot spring or some space throwing out a lot of heat into the air.

The Temple doors she went past and headed more directly way, to the area of the non Temple public bath if she read the signs right. Such places she didn't feel right and left it alone. The hot spring was a place that was not so connected to religion and the church. Tieing her horse up she gave it a pat and made sure water and straw was available. “Calm, Calm yoself.” stocking the powerful muscular neck and kissing it, her horse was very much her choice and it was not Persephone's choice, these Beasts were willful and only chose who to obey. Even then the relationship was one you had to earn constantly.

“Calm, il be back… “ She said and walked away leaving her sword on the horses side and strapped securely to the mounts saddle.

Persephone entered, the warmth hit hard as she entered the space, the warm waters were hot beyond anything artificial means could create. So warm Persephone shed her heavy cloak and draped It over her arm looking at the area, it was a expanse of hot water and stone, stairs and so hidden by the haze of heat conflicting with the cool air and snow outside here was hot as a summer in the darkest of winters.

Her training had included enemy cultures or at least that was how it was presented, hostile cultures, the enemy, the foe, the rival and the force against them. Even simple things like the small culture differences could decide a case of failure or success. Bathing was a huge Thing for tshm, she knew thr custom…the nudity she was less OK with, that was… not something Lunaris did. In part you'd freeze to death…

She found an area for clothes, this was more secluded, private and away from the Entry, the simple storage and neatly folded clothes of another and a … rather fancy short Sword rested there, or war knife. Someone was well prepared she thought as she undressed and placed her own weapons away. Much as she disliked the Auralian aspects at times she did not go about their Baths armed for a fight.

Dressed wrapped in a towell the taller woman, her red hair tinged with grey and scars and Old marks visible, life in her home land was rough and her career did not make it easier, she had picked up a few wounds and bumps over her life, she was no ashamed just unused to being so exposed. Bare feet oddly did not feel the chill as heat radiated into the very stone about them, the very air, water and rock was heated by whatever forces pushed hot water up.

Up ahead she saw..people… multiple people. The big man…the blightborn who dragged her in, some figure in a stupid sized clothes, feathers and … oh…? It was a odd group. This unknown man was massively tall too, a little shabby but powerfully built…

She approached with caution as they were in her wardrobe, a spot she liked the look of. A place to seek calm, think… maybe work out what she planned to say about today to her Husband. Yes, that spot seemed ideal.

Dawn Haven offered a few Escapes… Draw, Drink, pray, bathe or train really was the list available. Bathe it would be it. “Are the baths always this dramatic?” She asked as she approached, she heard the prior days they got closed, someone Fell in, arguments? Like…Yeah.. dramatic.

“Did someone kill A…flock of birds?” She questioned as her foot prodded a feather, multiple of more than one kind. Ayel she did not recognize at first under such a huge and odd outfit for the peacock lord of the sun, the one who had rubbed almost everyone up the wrong way it seemed. “oh, I missed you, you trying out a new fashion Lord Run and fell? ” She said with a small barb, she knew he fled last night during the attack going on…for the best, he probably just got someone killed.

“Gentlemen, Lady Persephone Coswain, one of you I owe thanks for my aid, even if Sya was most perturbed by your entry.” She introduced herself formally and turned to Ayel who treated her badly for just existing. “My my, a spot, you must see the Apchachery, It might be scar if it breaks out.” She said an armed tone, her mirth and mischief controlled behind eyes that held a poker face though she could not fully hide she was enjoying it.

“Oh Ayel if you keep glaring at me you get eye lines…” She said imitating some of the ladies of court, clear mirth and calculated action as she decided to make him be the one to have the headache.

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CHARACTER SHEET

^{_{-B I R T H N A M E- Valyria Syphia Olympus ♦ -Pilot, indo and Exo Atmosphere qualified - ♦ -P H Y S I Q U E- Dancers ♦ -A G E- 28}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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This is where you outline your vision for the character.

Olympus had had a name good, bad, up and down building ships from those that sail the seas to space going vessels in the grav docks of Mars, the legacy of the old company whose newly launched Marilania class freighter have been mixed but improving after the first vessel of the class hit teething problems. Their roots remain in old England, the old estate remains and the lake side house of brick has endured more storms than many will ever know. Somehow the house remains though the old lawn now had a inter and exo atmosphere shuttle pad and hanger built into the hillside capped with trees and q folly.

Wanting to prove she could fly and her skills were not just under the company banner Valyria joined a salvage crew and signed on for a tour on the tough end of piloting and the space industry. A thirst to prove and excel even in challenging conditions.

A taller woman who inherited the family genetic quirk of eyes of bright gold and snow white hair from birth that has been around for over 200 years, recurring randomly down the lines usually In women.

Her flight training was originally on earth but she gained a place and flaw at the Mars Damos Academy where Valyria was awarded her Exo wings as well as graduating in top 10% of her class. She refused an offer to join the Navy after seeing the levels of Augmentation a space fighter pilot may expect to receive and need. She wished to remain human…or mostly human anyway.

Her flight suit has interlocking joint mounts for a space helmet and gloves, rebreather technology, Ceramite armour panels and built in heads up with link software, comms etc. The suit is capable of installing most standard parts and packs as needed. Its design is heavier than some but she would rather go with caution and keep the reinforcements and additional plates in case something goes wrong.

Valyria was augmented with the Athena pattern micro Circuitry and data transfer augments to hands to allow a greater input and feedback of more advanced flight craft as well as improved and ultra precise hand eye reaction. When flying, she “knows” the plane in a way she could not without.

Her spine was also Zero G and impact reinforced with titanium ceramic alloy and included a small mechadrite port directly merged Into the augmentation. The augments are more subtle and usually harder to tell unless Valyria exposes them. She is uncomfortable with the more extreme human augments and deliberately chose those that are less as over all powerful but remained hidden.

She is a rather…daring pilot, her flight style is not timid and she earned one warning for piloting an exo shuttle like a fighter craft, though everyone got safely though the unmarked debris field.

Wary of those heavily augmented or perceived to have lost humanity, not all progress and changes are for the good. She also has a shiver of discomfort working with androids, they are just too human and yet not… Robots should be robots and people. People.

Loves sweet things, caffeine required if you want her to be more than a zombie and has a habit of wearing a replica of the old Aviators worn by her… a pilot who flew when aircraft still used blades and jet turbines… an distant ancestor who flew under the callsign “Valkyrie” and left a fair number of old items including a photo of her, a blonde haired woman cutting across a race with a old internal combustion land car..

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Why do you want to play this character. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go?

Character wants to prove herself, test self having been more a private pilot for the family and running more routine flights. She wants to prove she is a real pilot and not just because of her surname and family.

Story to go, a pilot with a abit of a chip but also skills who wants to prove to herself as well she deserves what she has.

Her feelings about androids and the more heavily mechanised and augmented might also be challenged as she is forced to deal with a wide range of the outsiders, the strange and the chancers taking a risk.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S & H I S T O R Y:

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Any additional notes you want to put either for yourself or others as well historic notes that may be relevant.

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A quick idea that popped into my brain in a quiet spell at work...

An little snapshot.

My Hider

“Hey Boss….” A dirty looking man I'm yellow zero G suit stripped to wait with a helmet under one arm, bionic and a metal half jaw and teeth walked in, his T shirt am worn Navy PT surplus and a good luck charm about his thick neck walked in, data pad hitting the desk and giving a shake of his head.

“Need some advice, just watch, i'll grab a coffee” He stomped slightly over still in zero G boots and left the pad there.

The tug 07G was normal, The derelict and dock 5… the normal entertainment codes and chatter then…

“Copy, spinning her about dock 5, have buffers live” Came a tone from old Europe and camera panned to see a woman and a flash of white hair in a visual feed as she gave a thumbs up… that was too early, she had to …

“15 feet to…12…to….11… 9… caution.” Came the robotic tones of the auto nav as it tried to counter and plan in a safe enters vector. Everything was spinning and the computer locked out at …processing…

“Warning. 5 feet…clear. Starboard bow.” Came a louder, harder auto alert. The ship danced and moved without pause, no halt, no stops and no resets. Consistent, smooth motion as it swung the entire derelict like it was a ballet partner under total control.

“Warning…3…2… system unable to track. Collision warning.” The entire derelict swung past the docks gate under a foot away and no lt even a scratch in the buffers, system unable to track that close to the walls. “Warning….release override confirmed…” came in again..the vector as the pilot over corrected the …not…the mass was countered at 0.04 degrees off centre as it glided into the buffers at 0.85 allowed speed and impact velocity. The tug was turning away already, a wave visible as the female pilot turned towards the exit without even halting her movement from the last action. “Have fun, Snowy out” Came the voice as the Radio traffic ended and silence returned to the office.

“I've…got nothing, scared my dockers, yet .. no regs broke, she brought in without a single paint flek, no over speed.” He said, it was all text book and yet his crew were annoyed but what could he do?

The woman was found later, her long white hair tied back resting her helmet on a table painted with “Snowy” in a crude yellow marker, her slightly insulting newbie name she had been given like all newbies had to earn a real call sign. Her eyes glanced and the pilot she saw… looked away, his..her.. she was not even sure. The Navy either considered them amazing.. or rebuilt them.. both. She was not even sure what under that chrome and tech. One of the more veteran pilots named “Clockwork” who creeped her out honestly.

humans..were meant to be human right? That thought swirled about her sweet mocha as she waited for new call out, the pilot's lounge was quiet as most where bringing in the new haul, an large ore freighter with a bright blue hull of the astro miners Inc, their logo worn but still visible on the new derelict.

The walla had worn out posters, salvaged art, half or more from old ships… even the star liners chairs and tables now long worn, scrapped and thread bare. Half the room..station even was furnished from what they found, no room the same or so she thought. Maybe it was stock once?

She sipped her drink and rubbed her shoulder catching the cool .metal ceramic of her spine just visible beneath the suit, that hung half open and showed a pale blue snug fit comfortable exercise top with a pair of old Earth Aviators dangling by one arm from her neckline.

Next job, day 12 of her contracted time. Her diary has been rather sparse the last 2 weeks, old pen and ink… some things needed a human, a thing no computer had to match.

Moonshot Madness! Let's break some ships!

A quick idea that popped into my brain in a quiet spell at work...

An little snapshot.

My Hider

“Hey Boss….” A dirty looking man I'm yellow zero G suit stripped to wait with a helmet under one arm, bionic and a metal half jaw and teeth walked in, his T shirt am worn Navy PT surplus and a good luck charm about his thick neck walked in, data pad hitting the desk and giving a shake of his head.

“Need some advice, just watch, i'll grab a coffee” He stomped slightly over still in zero G boots and left the pad there.

The tug 07G was normal, The derelict and dock 5… the normal entertainment codes and chatter then…

“Copy, spinning her about dock 5, have buffers live” Came a tone from old Europe and camera panned to see a woman and a flash of white hair in a visual feed as she gave a thumbs up… that was too early, she had to …

“15 feet to…12…to….11… 9… caution.” Came the robotic tones of the auto nav as it tried to counter and plan in a safe enters vector. Everything was spinning and the computer locked out at …processing…

“Warning. 5 feet…clear. Starboard bow.” Came a louder, harder auto alert. The ship danced and moved without pause, no halt, no stops and no resets. Consistent, smooth motion as it swung the entire derelict like it was a ballet partner under total control.

“Warning…3…2… system unable to track. Collision warning.” The entire derelict swung past the docks gate under a foot away and no lt even a scratch in the buffers, system unable to track that close to the walls. “Warning….release override confirmed…” came in again..the vector as the pilot over corrected the …not…the mass was countered at 0.04 degrees off centre as it glided into the buffers at 0.85 allowed speed and impact velocity. The tug was turning away already, a wave visible as the female pilot turned towards the exit without even halting her movement from the last action. “Have fun, Snowy out” Came the voice as the Radio traffic ended and silence returned to the office.

“I've…got nothing, scared my dockers, yet .. no regs broke, she brought in without a single paint flek, no over speed.” He said, it was all text book and yet his crew were annoyed but what could he do?

The woman was found later, her long white hair tied back resting her helmet on a table painted with “Snowy” in a crude yellow marker, her slightly insulting newbie name she had been given like all newbies had to earn a real call sign. Her eyes glanced and the pilot she saw… looked away, his..her.. she was not even sure. The Navy either considered them amazing.. or rebuilt them.. both. She was not even sure what under that chrome and tech. One of the more veteran pilots named “Clockwork” who creeped her out honestly.

humans..were meant to be human right? That thought swirled about her sweet mocha as she waited for new call out, the pilot's lounge was quiet as most where bringing in the new haul, an large ore freighter with a bright blue hull of the astro miners Inc, their logo worn but still visible on the new derelict.

The walla had worn out posters, salvaged art, half or more from old ships… even the star liners chairs and tables now long worn, scrapped and thread bare. Half the room..station even was furnished from what they found, no room the same or so she thought. Maybe it was stock once?

She sipped her drink and rubbed her shoulder catching the cool .metal ceramic of her spine just visible beneath the suit, that hung half open and showed a pale blue snug fit comfortable exercise top with a pair of old Earth Aviators dangling by one arm from her neckline.

Next job, day 12 of her contracted time. Her diary has been rather sparse the last 2 weeks, old pen and ink… some things needed a human, a thing no computer had to match.

Moonshot Madness! Let's break some ships!

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I dig this a lot, especially the strive for glory. That motivation makes and breaks folks in the zero-G, and could be a blast to play out especially with the body purism at play. Yes, there are swaths of modification to be a spacer in this universe. I can picture the docking of derelicts and shuttling big equipment where it's needed on the worksite, boosters blaring,

You pretty much nailed the sparse sheet I had and the vibe, so. I'll throw my idea up and let's see!

@KactusPunch

Yup, just "casually" spinning a 100 ton cargo drop a foot from the gate as the cargo hauler does a 180 degree pirouette and rotates on thrusters that l intended to just back in like a space mini van lol.

All so she can get back in time for the Hot chocolate hour at rhe mess, with real genuine marshmallows. Totally in control of course!

Depends what cahrcetes get but she gonna be really getting weird feelings about androids, like the alien ones that are fully sentient. Their human...but...they really not.... but joining have to work with them...