PrinceAlexus

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Empire of the Clouds

Post Captain Le Marinier

Telagrams and Talks.
.455 Hot

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“Stand down. That is an order Private. They are here to help us. I am of the equivalent rank of Col…” He was beaten to the reprimand by the thankful and well timed arrival of his army captain, he would not have wanted to or had to split their little party again when he and others turned on the surviving soldier from Inbur. It prevented more extreme actions.

The man seemed to take charge of the soldier and hopefully prevent him firing on the Mitton soldiers, the last thing he wanted was to be in the middle of someone else's war..again. “my compliments, your arrival was timely.” He said not hiding his relief that the man had managed to defuse the situation and hopefully could prevent a fire fight from starting.

“I cannot talk for a beginning or middle captain, but I was called over here as Carter was in trouble, only it turned out to be a help against his trouble. He tried to steal gold. He attacked a guard, was shot and wounded, escaped, and I presume, local police are after him.

The Mitteraland Army arrived to hand over the ship with orders. I agreed in terms to respect the captain and ship, allow all to take personal effects and to allow us to contact those in the city to collect their effects.” He said keeping it short surprised a Prince would visit them so directly, Marshal of their military though unsure if that was a practical or ceremonial rank.

“Does anyone have any idea why he did something so desperate?” finished glancing out to see if a car, horses or some other sign of an arriving Marshal.

Reaching for his service revolver he made sure to put the weapon on safe and removed the spent casing smelling of cordite to replace with a fresh loose round, fat, copper jacketed rounds with heavy lead bullets. Squat things and meant to dump energy rather than pierce material. Returning it to his holster and buttoning it back up now the danger had passed.

“Marshal, as in Royal or Military…or both?” He had to honestly ask, he never really had done heavy research into Mittonland Military. They had different titles and used their own language. You had to deal with high rank officers and high ranking Royals a little bit differently.

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The international park.

“Call it off…” The Sgt said quietly to the men as they gathered off the park, smoking pipes and holding newspapers. “Too much heat, Police armed, whatever that van stuff was with guards go grab a beer, take a walk, break up, see you in a few hours.” He said with a final word and headed to talk a loop of the park and walk round to the Embassy via a rather long route. The others nodded and began to break up, acting like they had a discussion and broke up making their own way and their own business.

“Mi lady, need a hand. This path is quite slippery today.” The Sgt said as he helped a woman up who had almost lost her balance. He looked like a gentleman, he would blend in as one. Especially when the money in his pocket was not his wages…

Unlike some of the others they moved away quietly, blended in and moved away one by one, no groups, no obvious nature. Just a few gentleman enjoying the airs.

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

People least had an agreed plan, honestly. Wild cat or Sol. Ren wanted to be away from the Eden Prime system and its dead worlds that were infested by countless metacar and their hives. There was no way to reclaim them without things that might end all ability to sustain life now. The kind of projects that were in theoretical papers.

“I just want to be…somewhere, not here.” Ren admitted.“This just reminds me of how much we failed.” She said and hid her head in a jacket and face to side looking really hard at the plans trying to find where the bio labs and the hydro facility would be located. There were quarters nearby that could be ideal to take over though, a little larger, private shower room, a small living area and a single bedroom attached. She guessed it was an officers room and if no one wanted it. Well…Ren would take it. Tapping the screen she managed to find it … code. There were code panels all overhang that helped you navigate. A rather old system but variations have been in use for centuries. “2…37. 2 HYDRO.” She could find the area by simply running the numbers down once you had an idea which way they went up or down.

“If thats all, im gonna go to Hydo.” Ren said more confidently than she felt inside as the Keiller dropped onto her feet pushing off the chair and taking the mug with her. The sound of the boots on deck plates and lacing that would probably cause most drill sets to have a fit over.

Nodding to most people, she gave the Prieitess a more traditional gesture of respect, the older Kiel was one of her pmRace, even jf maybe not the same exact culture or beliefs, least someone might understand Ren a little. She threw the hint pretty heavily she would like to get to know the teo doctors but well, they seemed to miss it.

Everyone else got a normal nod, the sooner she was busy, the sooner the intrusive thoughts would be quieter.

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“2.27.1..stores.” She read heading down the spine of the ship as it were, 2 above the centre line, 27 down counting up and would have to just head to side to go to compartment 2 from the centre on a horizontal plane.

Yes. This whole ship thing was.. vaguely logical like the space stations code systems. With decks, rings and various identifiers for everything from labs to the nail salon. Damn, she really found some strange perks provided by the mega corp, company nail spa was included…health benefits it turns out was a flexible term.

The door eventually opened smoothly as Ren spun the wheel on the door…hatch on a ship. The door was heavy but well set up and the small woman would push the heavy door open easily thanks to some kind of system in a box on the wall. The Hydro Lab was brand new, everything looked gleaming and a whole area was still wrapped in plastic and protective films that covered the glass, some were very much showing signs they had been thrown together in a hurry and would need some work to get all their hoses and power feeds installed.

The space could have been set up better but it was what it was, the systems would definitely supply them with food and probably excess for such a small crew, though getting them set up and working would be a labour at the start but pay off massively. The door across she found an office, a storage area with supplies and spares. The organisation was a mess but everything they needed was present. The cold storage was across the corridor and easily accessible, pretty self-explanatory, the seed vault would likely be in there to take advantage of the pre existing cooling systems.

All in all it was there, just not assembled with care or exact science, that could be adjusted later. The small office seemed to have a very standard desk, chair and so, it would work. The quarters nearby she had claimed and typed Ren into the panel so it would hopefully show on the door and on the system. It was near her little corner of sanity in this insane situation. She gave a slightly mad science cackle seeing a genetic editing set up, printers and other specialist tech set up in a corner booth. Oh that would be fun, they never really let her play with those much as the Bio labs before and she really wanted to have a go and see what they were capable of. “cybernickle …systems. Model. 4.5… full Flora genetic re sequence based on compatible base DNA and… analysis… ooh. We are going to have fun together. Exo corp.. grow systems, management and a lab grade environment control and filter systems… we are going to be good friends." She said looking through the labs file on what machines were present and what the capabilities of the various equipment did and tapping the lab. Ren had been pulled away to the more bio security side since the growing metacar threat but she greatly enjoyed science and was a trained Xeno and regular planters Biologist at heart. “Now, how do you work…” pulling a file on the grow system peached legs swinging off a side bench drinking her alcoholic coffee while she read through the specs and set up a guide with interest. Ren had not been directly doing this for a while but it began to come back.

The busy and something she could do, think about was helping to keep the darkness and nightmares at bay. This was progress and took the mind from other topics.

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren held back her desire to rant about the fact that the Metacar was a invasive species yes, and yes it was very dangerous but unable to leave a planet known independently and the current planet they were over was A, now almost entirely taken over, been exposed to weapons banned by many laws, had whole stations or would have nuclear level events as whole stations broke up and fell and would frankly be the most uninviting place to go since a class 5 deathworld. It probably was one now, of some class. Instead the Kellar paused, closed her eyes and breathed slowly holding the somewhat alcoholic coffee and sipped as pirates and so was mentioned. Food, water or so was probably more likely, right now they had X supply. No more. No less until they found more or grew more.

Wait. That was a Grendari yeah, he was some kind of leader of his people she recalled. They were an odd, mostly water adapted species that honestly she never had come across too many of. He was honestly making her feel repulsive thoughts more than anything. He got no words, having no words to think where to even begin? Did he taste nice? Maybe… No, not if his soul was that rancid.

“As a Xeno Biologist, If I start, we're gonna be here all day.” Ren said, looking about and closing her eyes to calm again. “Short Answer. Eden Prime, ecologically about as healthy as a plasma reactor core. No one's going there any time soon. Same with most other worlds they took and we fought over.” She said and drank more of the alcoholic coffee feeling the happy buzz calm her down. “Trust me if it might kill bugs. We tried it. We want to get far from those worlds out of that alone..”

“Thankyou” she said to the pilot as the comment came to something she knew, Biologist stuff not star science. “I need some help getting set up, Xeno, or otherwise. I know how things live. It cannot be too different from what I've used before.” The short woman volunteered and took the task, it would be useful and she was not exactly cut out to be a soldier.

“I say Sol, I just want to do something, instead of being pushed about. I just want to leave this tomb of a world. I guess you're my clan now.” Ren said softly and looked about the room. Sure she was a little… rough edged but about as damaged as anyone else who had lived through the apocalypse. Everything she knew was dead on the planet below or in a vast crater.

Ren just about held together, glad for the fact to be able to hide behind her drink, showing how close she came to not. “Somthing. Is better than zero.” Ending on that.

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

134 little ducks swimming in a row.

Empire of the Clouds

Post Captain Le Marinier

Telagrams and Talks.
.455 Hot

Airship.

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Stabd off.

Handing over the air ship was close but a lot could go wrong in a minute. It only took a few things to cause everything to derail. The Post Captain paused and hoped the man would have reasonable terms for the hand over. Also, if he was after a sword, they needed to pick one with them! He lost his in the escape from the city.

The air ship had seen some action on its way back, short as it was, patched bullet holes, damaged nose, and a few windows with sharp cracks through the glass. But it was flying, floating, engines intact. There was not a major issue to it, bar what could be easily resolved in a decently industrial city.

“Agreed, it's fair. We take what we have, what belongs to state is the states. Security, it is good you place no one above checks. This gold is far too tempting and far too dangerous, far too much ideas to take a bar and leave happily for years.

He paused and looked back to survey the vessel, the thing that they had placed salvation on. Yes, it was their air ship, even for a short time. “I will inform those aboard, and reach out to the others. Permission to come aboard. Granted to you and those under your command. If i find anything belonging to our, less honourable mainer, il pass that to his Embassy to deal with the mess.” He said formerly and offered the man his hand before he turned to announce to those aboard. The Lt, or closest to understanding of equal ranks he had could have one less headache.

Reaching one of the PA systems, he wired it into the all hands mode. “All Hands, Mitterland Army has come with legal orders to take over the air ship, I have handed it over on terms you can leave with all personal arms and effects belonging to you, the captain shall be respected and all will be searched upon leaving, however all shall be treated with respect due regarding to rank and rights. Please exit via the main ramp. We shall inform the others and they can arrange time to collect what belongs to them. Post Captain Le Mariner. Out. “ He said and breathed lighter. If this all went to hell, it was off his shoulders now.

He would check Carter's room too, he would leave that for the Embassy to sort out, they would handle their criminals' effects and what to do with them. No claims he did not give the man his fair chance, he held his fire at first and he would return what was his, basted or otherwise.

DELTΔ HYPER (Anti-Gravity Racing, Cyberpunk/Solarpunk RP)

Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic.

Between races.
23-10-2094 to 29-10-2094 ish.

Wales

Valley Girl.
23-10-2094

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Wales.
A few days post Australia.

Bellatrix had taken a little time to take a few days back home before she returned to Scandinavia and walked down through the doors of a traditional pub that probably could of been from anything to 1900 to 2100, bar the new names, holograms over beer taps and the glowing holographic figure that acted as an automated greeter letting them know what specials were available.

“Pint please Shane. How's Siobhan doing?” She said, waiting for the interview at the local pub, her local pub in the village down from the family's castle. “Congratulations Bella, great race, She's fine. Get a seat, I'll bring your print and some snacks over.” He said cheerfully and directed to an open door to the beer garden out behind. It was sunny and unusually warm for the season, shaded by a large oak tree and the tower of the local church in the distance.

The man walked in, this interview they had to fly all the way out to Wales, missing her in Australia and deciding it was worth the effort. Pulling his jacket a little tighter. This was not warm, much as the weather claimed. “I'm here to meet? Oh, coffee, two sugars.” He said and looked over to be directed to the back and spot Bellatrix sitting under a shady tree in a simple but simple dress, boots and somewhat worn leather jacket casually drinking a beer in what passed for sunshine on this European island.

“Hans Keller. Gossip, pleasure to meet you.” He said smoothly sitting down, he was headed back to Europe and now had been diverted, oh well, they were paying him so he said. “Qaint place, but shall we get to business?” He said.

“Of course, I imagine you're quite busy.” Bellatrix replied and got comfortable as he took out his holo pad, muted her phone for the interview and snacked on some baby garlic bread.

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Gossip. Bellatrix Olympus, Formula AG Team Nordic New hopeful. Public house questions.

An edited interview. We met in a Pub, they call it in Rural Wales near her home, pictures enclosed. The Coffee was mediocre and the area seemed very much to be a mix of anything from a historical drama and modern technology.

H. So some are calling you the Princess of AG, care to give our viewers your opinion, and are you challenging Amy's title of Queen?

B. Well, I'm honoured the Fans think so highly of me, I hope I live up to their expectations. As for Amy, well a Princess never gives away her dress before the ball.

H. A good answer, you sure, no hints for our readers.

B. Surprises are much more fun, nice try.

H. Given your taking over an older driver, do you think they chose you for skills, or your marketability? You brought quite the sponsorship boost to Nordic Call?

B. I think scoring points on my first race, my actions spoke for me. As for sponsorships, well, that's just a positive bonus, my new team has welcomed me, and our ship was upgraded just before Australia with more in the pipeline.

H. No fun insider quirks, does Astrid microwave her tea, or have strange team Rituals.

B. No comment, not my first time with the media Damian. Good try though.

H. Had to ask, Your latest poster campaign has been dramatic, Opinions? any chance we will get a live version of that body suit?

B. I prefer people to build their opinions based on my race results, but my social media manager is quite happy with the results, as for that, No, you'd be too lucky. And come on, no pockets. But between you, me. The readers… I do look rather good even if it's a little exaggerated.

H. You sound like Bea and Amy, getting on well with the new pilots? Any truth to the rumours, your manager seemed rather close to you.

B. Well they are good role models, ive been welcomed, the pilots are all here to win, but also get home alive. You need better bait, no fish there.

H. As for role models, how do you feel you are one? Even with your media and fact you are drinking alcohol.

B. I try my best to inspire new pilots, artists, anything they want to achieve. Anything is possible when you put your mind to it. It's legal here, it's a nice day, and I'm on an off day.

H. Great to meet you, anything last you want to say?

B. Thanks for coming to me, I'm off after this to relax for a few days, before going back to the Factory. As for everyone… you can do anything, every journey starts with a single step.

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Sweden.

Interview. Factory.
27-10-2094

Bellatrix was sat by a balcony with a large vista behind a fjord and forests on the slopes. A fire was glowing brightly oranges, yellows and reds warming Bellatix and adding a nice glow to her pale skin. The metal running through the back of her neck glittered though long red hair and had her arm looking and bending in unlike her last interview. Wearing a team zipped jacket, a Formula AG hat and her warm leggings with furs on lap she watched the man behind the camera count down from 5 before the red light went green on holographic camera.

(Quote)
Next, Bellatrix, in Lulea.

"An impressive start from you Trix! Many people would have not expected you to come into Formula AG, especially with the competitive field you were in, so what do you think it was that made it work so well for you?
(End Quote)

Bellarix smiled at Aurora, the woman who was.. near the famous sofa, their sofa that had arrived from the moon to across the planet. “Thanks Aurora, good afternoon from Sweden. I had a great team at my back, the engineers have worked hard to make my ship ready and so many others behind the scenes.

We got into the mix, it was a great race track for close up racing, we had a fast ship and a chance so I took it. I saw an opportunity when the pack closed up. I wanted to make my mark. The other pilots were tough opposition, they are some of the best hope to be one of them.

See you in America Aurora, pack your sunscreen, and some good mositeriser .” She said cheerfully and waved as the interview ended.

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Sweden.

A lonely Fjord..
27-10-2094

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Floki was sitting with his wood working tools, no phone, no holographic tech or implants. Floki was 100% organic human, no implants, no bionics, no nanites, his genetics unchanged. A rare thing in the current age. Everything was made by his own hands from the forge where he made his tools, handles from wood harvested and dried, everything made by his own hands with his own sweat, blood and muscle. He felt a connection to these tools like his energy and soul could commune with the wood he worked with. He had harvested this oak 3 years ago from a great tree branch that had fallen in a storm on one of his fjord hikes.

He rubbed the faded tattoo across his skull and took a drink from a flask holding home made mead from his own cabin. He was a strange person who insisted on living, on doing, and working his own methods. He resumed working on the latest ship for Nordic Call, a small chisel cutting away and refining the nose of the new ship and narrowing the profile. Each model was made by hand, from a raw piece of wood to a finished, polished and tested in wind tunnels.

He worked quietly, efficiently and steadily. Each cut, chip, slice or action shaping the raw material into a finished concept that was within his mind, this vision he took from concept to ship and built by the means of wooden models. They had tried with software, 3d scanners, printers and more. He refused. He worked the old ways. The ways he had always worked since he had crafted his first ever ship, a small boat.

Reaching for a hand axe from leather rolls of tools, also hand made and natural to respect the tools, to respect their natural energy and soul he put into them. The razor sharp axe was short but powerful, this time he just used the blade with the greatest care to smooth out down the grain and flatten the ship's hull lower side and refine its shape. “Storm rider.” He said with a grin as he named this new ship, the new craft would be named Storm rider.

This was the way a man was meant to craft. Not with all that modern technology that disconnected the man from his work.

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Sweden.

Factory. High risks..
28-10-2094

The engineers gathered about the meeting room and were all looking around at various holographic documents and looking from a mix of nervous to excited about the idea. This new proposal was a huge risk, they would maybe have a 50-50 chance to blow the engine out but the speed boost was notable and the next two races they would either score or DNF. The team had no chance to win the championship so they had to decide, long term, short term, risk and see what the year's ships limit was and see how that could be included into the next one.

“Look, we have a steady pilot, lets not fuck up her confidence.” Sif said, more in the safe camp.

“No guts, no glory, we might as well push every bit of tech we can, not change the points and Bellatrix and Astrid out the top.spots. why not.” another engineer said and ate a doughnut that was being passed around the room.

“Chances are they will catch us on Neuro tech, why not push the limit Sif, we can use the test data for next year.” Came a third. Options were heavily divided between the teams and even individual engineers on each team, Astrid, Bellatrixas and the factory.

“Those two ladies can do it. We have good pilots, give them everything, if it blows up so be it. It's a risk. What's the risk they started winning? “ Astrid's engineer asked another tech team from the 2095 prototype team to arrive. Munis Floki, he was off doing Floki things and people had got used to the eccentric master shaper boat builder who had a whole viking era workshop near the factory site and often could be found working their, in a fjord, forest or anywhere other than where he was probably meant to be. He always delivered results though.

The decision was put to a vote an hour later, and it was a very close vote. 19 to 17 in favour of the winning choice.

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Sweden.

Near the Factory / Factory.
28-10-2094

Astrid was keeping a steady pace as she and Bellatrix went jogging in what Astrid termed a mild winter lunch time and Bellatrix was wrapped in a warm chaotically pink and white track jacket following alongside with bright pink ear buds in, wearing gloves, a hat and sunglasses to protect from the low winter sun that streamed down the trail. While they could train indoors, the winter was coming and Astrid had pulled the younger woman along with her to head out instead and take advantage of the declining opportunities to do so. “Its not even Cold, snow less than head.” Astrid had said when she saw how bundled up Bellatix was and herself in just what would pass for every day work out gear, even without a jacket.

Some of the words said as they exited, Astrid was not sure what or how polite the language was, but guessed not so much and maybe Welsh? Maybe something else but they had left about an hour ago and paused to get water and sit down for 10 minutes at a local spot overlooking a historic site before making the trip back down a new trail that lead them closer to where the forest edge and the Fjord met with views of deep water, rocky hillsides and steep narrow areas opening up into that was once been the main port some 1000 + years ago for longships.

Thankfully for Finn, Bellatrix had been content to be visually chaotic, ear buds in listening to some audio books that she doubted were suitable for public speakers. Her joke about being the F1 princess in a castle turned out to be a more apt nickname than expected. Of all the people to have an actual family castle, a stone, real walled castle…

However her entertainment had arrived entirely without her knowing as they reached the automatic doors to the factory reception and they did not open. Bellatrix turned around and looked confused as Astrid paused to check a message about her Gin partnership and the product launch of a new flavour.

As Bellatrix walked up the door refused to open, back, forward, nothing. The automatic doors privacy faded glass remained closed. “What?” Bellatrix said and huffed as she jumped up a little and waved her hand. Only then did the doors glide open smoothly to one of the employee-only entrances. “Set for giants… is everyone a tree in this country?” Bellatrix grumbled to a laughing Astrid, even the stoic woman was enjoying her co-pilot's misfortune about her height and holding back breaking out into laughter. She made sure to record the moment for the group chat and upload it though, all in finally being able to get the woman back.

“Sure Princess, get you Royal stool.” Astrid dead panned, reserved and very much Astrid but they were team mates and that meant having to least let her in a fraction. Not much but enough to be a cohesive team.

“Thanks Elsa.” Bellatrix replied having been naming her after the icy princess from an old Disney movie.

“Il ask desk” Astrid said simply not extending her co-pilot's torment and just walking over to someone to let them know the door sensor was set too high. Typical of Astrid's economical use of words. “Scanners wrong, too high, not working for Princess.”

The man on the front desk did a double take but saw the two pilots and worked out Astrid's Larconic language in a few seconds and just nodded. The woman seemed to think she was changed by the word. “sure, il let thalthnir know and get someone to check it out in the afternoon.”

“Good.” Astrid said as she walked with the chaotic woman to head to the sauna to decompress after their jog.

Sweden.

Pilots Sauna. Factory.
28-10-2094

“Come. Sauna feels good. Recover muscles.” Astrid said as she walked through the pilots area and past a row of training gear, and all manner of other stuff they regularly used including stacks of crates ready to ship to races all labeled with everything from “Helmet, spare. NC3” to “NC1 Control units.” Others had the signs NC2 had been rapidly repainted for NC3 as Bellatrix ship was a mix of 3 and parts gutted from 2 to rush into racing, leaving behind piles of custom fitted parts that no longer had any use in storage out back.

“OK, but I really need to ask Sif something before she leaves first.” Bellatrix was unsure, but the Sauna, fire and comfort driven culture here was nice in its own way. They had meetings and found fires in the open, the day after she got back was a large all hands feast they did to celebrate getting points. Everyone, even the weird Floki turned up who personally had hunted the meat that roasted on a spit. She met him, he was eccentric to be sure but if one thing he loved was crafting ships and could attest he was good at his job insisting he said she was a warrior and headed off. Confusing but… respect?

“Promise? Then go.” Astrid asked, having been trying to convince her of the benefits of the Saunas for the past week via message and in person as well as sending article.

“Promise Elsa, I really do need to ask Sif something before she leaves for doctors.” And headed into engineer land pulling off gloves and checking the holo linked app that seemed to show her time and data were better than average for a day's run. Astrid took some getting used to, blunt as a wall but they had… worked something out.

Bellatrix did not break her promise dressed in a short white towel as one foot clinked on tiles, no blend of augments as not sure how they and steam would behave before reaching timber to pull the door open. “Close, just got steam up.” She heard but did not fully see for a second, noticing her co-pilot was entirely confident and entirely exposed.”i.. il… You sure.. ” caught by surprise and catching herself slipping slightly as clipped a bench corner though no blood, just a red mark. “Oww”.

“Sit, lie down. I not worry.” She waved off without even a pause or stutter in the strange mix of Finn and Faroe accents Astrid had. Looking over Astrid watched as Bellatrix adjusted herself and got comfortable with a slight knock of metal on wood. “Rest, muscles will heal faster. All down?” Astrid asked, tapping on her own augments.

“All down, shoulders, ribs, a lot.” Bellatrix nodded, feeling a little flush from the sudden change in temperature from cold winter, to factory and Sauna.

They did not talk much but there was a bond, and her team mate did not warm up as much as Astrid was .. Astrid but acceptance maybe was the word.

A week later the confident Nordic princess did not bat an eye as Bellatrix slipped the towel off and using one of those weird mechanical snake things to move a hair out her eye. “May I” letting it curl round a finger, entirely unafraid of them. “Rare, not seen before.”She said seeing one work on adjusting a technical spot on the British woman's knee lying on her front, head looking up. “Rare yes, an non-adopted military prototype program, also very … weird to learn to use. Needs regular Calibration. AI and stuff does it.” Bellatrix agreed as a slightly whirring sound as it resolved the slight mis-step that had been annoying her on their run. Astrids … confidence had well. Humoured the Nordic woman and embraced her custom trying to bridge the icy gap with the infamously blunt pilot.

The small nod was barely noticed but their. Distant but Bellatrix would definitely call her a team mate, and was infinitely glad the fan fic writers did not know their little plot was a real thing. Minus the 7000 word smut chapter that went into detail upon details. She drank sweet coffee, and her comment worked…

The world was healing. No more black coffee.

Sweden.

Walk and talk. Factory.
29-10-2094

“How's the dynamic?” The team's Principle asked as he walked across the factory finding out what Floki was up to. The eccentric man had decided he needed new tools and handmade ones, requiring them to buy meteoric iron…

“Improving, she is adapting well, and Astrid is trying to get Bellatrix into Saunas, so I'm not concerned. “Slow but working.”

“As expected, Bellatrix is …no offense to Astrid. We needed to be media friendly too, Astrid is …” They paused and waved a hand, Astrid was Astrid. The woman was not what you wanted for an interview.

“None taken. We know what her skills are. We can have them mentor each other. Without them knowing.”

“Give them a few weeks. Don't push them too hard.” Agreed as they walked to the next meeting.

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Pilots’ Group Chat

Pilots Chat.
28-10-2094

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Pilots’ Group Chat

Bellatrix. And water erodes rock. Slowly. Race, lets all finish in one piece yeah. We doing exploding kittens this week, its way less horrific than it sounds.

Bellatrix.Ps. Who uses a Sauna in this weather? Nordics be strange.

Paul @Dorian I feel like we are missing out on team building fun here. Cards Against Humanity with wine after the race?

28.10.2094.

Astrid. *Uploads video of Bellatrix not causing the automatic doors and having to jump and wave at it*

I present. Princess Tinkerbell.

Bellatrix. I was starting to like you Elsa, you have a point about Saunas… we playing Villainous this week. Even Sif is joining in. The door was wrong...

Astrid. Let it go. Let it go. Busy.

Bellatrix. I had to try Elsa :) Il dm you. Floki is confusing, something about souls and craft.

Astrid. New gin flavour. Send a bottle later. Floki is Floki. K.

Ban the User Above You

Banned. Your shadow realm passport needs a visa.

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren was a little surprised when the dr handed her a coffee, the same man who had grilled her somewhat on how useful she was. Maybe she passed or maybe he realised she was just exhausted when stumbled into that med bay and stole his office sofa. He was a little prickly but she was the same right now so hey, be gracious. Giving him a smile Ren took the coffee carefully and balanced it on the arm of the chair that was designed for taller beings and persons. “It's Ren, Raphael Dr Ren if you insist, I did steal your sofa earlier.” She said, taking a sip of coffee with a positive nod and a soft sigh. “I could tease you, but thankyou, and pop by any time you fancy ration issue cake or coffee.” She decided and kept her teasing to a bare minimum just glad to talk to someone who might let her go on about xeno biological theory's.

Turning to look at both the pilot and doctor, one was defending his explosion and dooming an entire station of supplies prematurely, the other had a thing for pirates…maybe he had a thing… weird folks in the apocalypse, who cared. They were alive. Meeting the Pilot with almost gold eyes and a striking ring of platinum about them. Well might as well try to make a better impression. Even at her 5’3 height, damn genetic quirks… “reenneesuash, daughter of veanamdarr, Ren is easier.” Pronouncing her name very clearly but not insulting, just for clarity. “I have fled 2 stations in under a day, it's better than hovering over a dead world hoping bugs eat each other. They might make super hives and be mono dominant and aggressively competitive, but not self-destruct in months. Their social structures are pretty stable and take a major destabilisation event to cause critical failures in hive cohesion on continental scale. They self regenerate queens and internally maintain hive health as well as enforce control over the workers and warriors. They are very indust… ” She said, feeling less hostile and yes. They needed to move forward. The Ren rambled off in xeno biological mode as her brain locked into track and rode that train all the way to the station.

“Thanks. Good stuff.” She said mixing a little into her coffee and taking a small draw of the bottle before passing it onto the medical doctors. “what facilities looking like? We have medical, do we have Hydro bays, anything really we can use to help us bar many sealed crates of Navy rations and such. You know of a planet, a place, more than ruins?” She wondered what kind of resources were available. The last part was quite almost unwilling to say too loudly lest it be false.

@Terrans@Flarbinia

Empire of the Clouds

Post Captain Le Marinier

Telagrams and Talks.
.455 Hot

Airship.

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Stabd off.

Returning the salute he had respected his rank regardless of different nationalities so it was right to do the same in response. Getting a better look at the man, his rank Lt..captain ish equivalent ... .that was about right he hoped anyway, he was not 100% on the ranks of the Royal Armies, Navies and such of Mitterland, they had their own structures and culture. It was below Post Captain, he saluted first, that was clear at least.

He dropped to less formal but more attentive posture and kept a hand resting on the rail, claiming the ship, at least until he handed it over. He was claiming to take command of the airship, from the authority of the country's military, that it was all well and food but they needed paper work. “May I confirm your orders, then I will let you take command. On certain conditions.”

He paused and took time to think. “Simple terms allow those aboard to take what is their own. Respect their property and the captain of this vessel. There is also an excellent Favis brandy and others aboard that I would like to repatriate. I would also ask you to take care of her, she is a good ship.” He said and finished with a very navy request, air ship or not he felt a certain thing about respecting the ship.

“I shall talk to my representatives here in the city, I'm sure issues can be worked out.” He said more calmly now glad to be getting rid of being responsible for tons of yellow metal that everyone wanted to die over.

Captain Carter…yes that was one hell of a problem, he had tried to steal from a nation state, for what reason? To buy a new air ship? Maybe to start a new life somewhere with a bunch of women and wine… he would not disagree with that goal in life admittedly… He could not help but sigh at the situation and the man he thought was a friend. “Yes. He escaped via the back ramp, since closed, wounded in the arm i think. He tried to take some of this damn gold, he is armed with a pistol and I will be honest, he is a former airship captain. He knows these ships so he might try again and find other ways. You would be wise to expect the unexpected. We confronted him and he made us run after trying to assault the private of Favis army on guard who acted to prevent his theft." He finished explaining the whole tale as best he knew and had seen of it. “Damn fool tried to take bars too, they are less easy to break down easily. It takes a lot to melt a whole gold bar.” When he finished, he would hand it over, send a telegram to the old elf and he would be in the clear, he handed it over to the legal state / military responsibility.

Easy right. It was never easy.