PrinceAlexus

Empire of the Clouds

Rear Admiral Le Marinier

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Sorting out drinks was not quite the job for an Admiral but well, this was hardly a regular situation. The crew was hardly normal, nothing was normal here. Normal was a word they used to describe things that happened to other people. A Princess no less, and of the nation this belonged. Did it make a Royal airship?

He nodded, just glad to be doing something vaguely useful. Admiral was still taking some getting used to and it took a double take so used to being and making peace with a career as a captain. Flag officer without a ship, it was strange indeed. “Aye, I'll see what we have aboard, we will make the best of it. Give me 20 or so minutes.” He was unsure if it would be suitable for a Princess no less, but they had made do before with worse.

He kept respectful, it was somewhat strange dealing with someone who was normal who turned out to be a princess. Like who even thought that was an option? No training covered that one. The salute was crisp and clean as he turned away and headed to the dining area. He guessed that would be the best place to gather, find some drinks, coffee or so about. There had to be something.

The area was about as he had found it before but someone had done repairs, patched some of their old damage and also could see the signs of new light armour over an engine just slightly visible. Minimal but might deflect the odd hit.

Turning back to the room, he began to busy himself searching and found some.. serviceable supplies and tried to arrange the military rations and mix of furniture into something that was vaguely, kinda comfortable and less briefing room.

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Banned. *Emp grenade*

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Banned. The legend is clearly zeus paternity lawyer who got him off every cosmic child support case.

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

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Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic.

Jordan. Desert Dunes.
17 -11 - 2094.

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Jordan

Race n Rally. Lucky 8.
17-11-2094

Sweden.

Streaming.
06-11-2094

“So. We are going to be playing villainous, we have our usual group plus I persuaded my brother to join us on stream, I promise not to torment you too much bean stalk”

“Sure Princess tinkerbell, your making me pay for my own drinks too!”

Bellatrix woke up happy but somewhat hungover after that stream, her brother had joined the usual crowd of guests and friends for her more adult game night. It was fun though and Bellatrix rolled over looking out the window sprawled in bed and pulling an oversized hoody on with fluffy slippers to make a coffee, eat some food, have a shower and maybe feel human after.

Someone has started shots and… Bellatrix had been drinking Tequila and enjoying an old Disney based board game with good company.

Definitely feel human after hitting espresso on her coffee maker and letting the bio degradable pod drop out of the machine into a broken mug by it. She almost made a hot chocolate with an espresso pod.

Now if only she remembered where her phone charger was…

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Estonia.

Girls trip.
08-11-2094

*snap*

Bellatrix posed with Ren as they visited Tallinn for a weekend off, the French media manager and also her friends convinced her to take a few days off after the crazy time in the desert of America and booked a flight to Estonia. She uploaded the image to her social media. “Bella and Ren in Estonia, hashtag Euro trip.”

The two were in a hotel overlooking the entire city with cocktails, lunch and gone exploring the city prior adventuring down the back streets and just getting away from the factory. Ren had a good sense of the other woman's personality by now… Bellatrix had been a little quiet for the chaotic and emotionally loud woman so quickly figured the brush off of Federated states media and aftermath was not as brushed off as it claimed. So one plan later, she had dragged her off for a weekend to break the cold, dark weekend for a slightly less northern climate.

It took a fair bit of pushing but it turned out the whole idea belonged to Astrid who had suggested they get out, Tallinn was a great party city to celebrate and relax.

It was not all drinking, they also had visited a castle and a palace on their trip with a few photos uploaded with some light editing by Ren who had grabbed Bellatrix phone and touched up the sky to look less depressing. It still was Winter in Estonia but winter was nicer than winter in Sweden here, the city was a nicer place than the surroundings of the factory base for Nordic Call.

Granted they did wake up tender headed after going on a night out that finished with cocktails from the roof top bar of the high end hotel Asteid had suggested. Drunken Bellatrix turned out to be rather more open and it turned out Ren wanted to slap her ex had they been in the same nation or had access to her air miles card. Her idea of more cocktails had not been best come morning but it seemed a good idea then.

Ren was just glad her friend was seeming more like her normal self for the break. Plus the constant reminder of Nordics Factory was a few hundred miles away in an entirely different country.

The language in Estonia was plain odd.. not anything like the other languages in Europe. They picked up a few basic courtesy but remained at places where people spoke English.

All in all it was a more centred, confident and calm Bellatrix who returned to Nordic Call that Monday afternoon though she was probably still illegal to drive even then…

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Sweden.

After action.
12-11-2094

“So. Our pilot is seemingly on the up again?” The team principal asked, having talked though Astrid's concerns and personally approved the Monday afternoon return. The Pilots were professionals and beyond superhuman in some aspects but mentally still human and the team had to manage that aspect of the racing season's pressure too. His Pilots took the odd weekend to relax and kept getting results for Nordic. Well that was entirely something he could get behind. They needed to deliver real results and he had the various investors, share holders and others on his ass about everything from next season's projected costs to branding valuations and more.

“Yes, a little sore headed, but not unfit to race come Jordan. She is doing better boss. Give her a soft ball to get back into her flow.” Sif said as she had been pulled into a quick meeting between other planned work for the team boss.

“Good, il get team security increased regardless for Jordan. Hire some locals if need be. We got a few reporters who did us a favour.” They said adding another note to a pile of notes of things to do, people to talk to and more besides.

“They are likely less feral, but better safe than losing a Pilot because press are assholes. Bellatrix is shaping up well and I'm pretty sure that last race made the dumb rumours about her and Paul more popular.” Sif said, discussing the silly events going on around the team.

“Media, if we don't need em.. I'll keep Gossip and a few others off our media lists for now. Let Bellatrix know we got her back on this. I have a AGFIA call coming up about the new season.” They sighed and turned to their Holo as the door closed with a click. It was gonna be hours of pointless arguments. Maybe he should have taken a weekend away like his pilot did!

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Jordan.

Walk about.
17-11-2094

Jordan was cool for a desert but it was winter, nights dropped lower and even the day time heat was far far more bearable than the salt flats.

The team had arrived at a landscape that looked timeless and home to many classic movies, media and stories that had found their inspiration here. Their base area was blended into the landscape clad in local stone and intended to respect rather than command the landscape that surrounded them. The trucks had quickly begun the organised and highly prepared chaos of unloading the entire team's gear, ships and more in a matter of hours. From empty space to full of people, tools, noise and activity in a time less than a work day.

The first few hours of chaos left Bellatrix alone so she and her local security had wandered down to the main area with a stern-faced woman who had served in the Israeli Police and did MMA tournaments for fun. She did however let the kids and so engage with her. It was a little different than last time, usually she had security but less direct, not needed now it seemed she did and at least they chose someone who was not the typical 6 foot plus muscle bound truck of a man. A woman smaller, yes, she had already placed a very firm grip on a Gossip reporter's arm and sent them away with a withering glare..maybe it had advantages.

She took some time before they pulled her off to the next media event.

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Pilots’ Group Chat

Paul I am not surprised. There are tons more fanfictions out there about me. I have made it a policy not to care and chase them down. I don’t really care about them. I only really step in when I feel someone else might be wronged over the press’ shenanigans. If I protest or comment it only makes it worse. I am just grateful that if my mother has seen them, she has never asked me about them. Talk about awkward! 😂

Bea Ah, the luxury of people who don’t run art channels with fan submissions and therefore can avoid this (seriously, even AI-powered filters can’t deal with all the porn I get sent…)

Paul @Bellatrix I am not going to ask why you think the next chapter would be super kinky. That is information I don’t need Princess Brat! 😀

Bea Princess Brat! 😂

Bea Also, have you seen the fight you two had on track? Bet you a fiver the next chapter features handcuffs and a whip. 😛

Bea Hmm. Do I dare?

Bea Do I dare ask what everyone’s wildest piece of fan content is? 😀

Bellatrix. @paul. I have a Dungorn at family home. ;) but it's really just used to store junk and my brother's spare rock stuff.
Signed. Princess Brat :)

@Beatrix. Deal, don't tempt a girl with a good time lol. Ps…also. I got sent a creepy story… im not sure i can even fully type it out… it involved a ship..ship…

Ps. Anyone else feeling like Anakin..and sand…

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Banned. The giant strawberry is confusing me.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The Tech who lifts.

Enzo first response was to fire, and his reaction was just to unload into whatever part of this monster he could hit with whatever he had. It turns out that impulse was a good one and luck just shined on them, how the fuck had it shined he did not complain but the brute monster staggered to a damage to a area that made him wince, but it slowed them!

More shots slammed into its head and upper body, but that was not gonna stop it…

Crash. Slowly. The monster just fell away… it dropped…and began to fall with a crack vanishing in an almighty crash and a boom of faintly rising dust. “What the fuck.” Was all he could say looking at a hole like someone dropped an acme anvil though the building looking down to see the lobby below.

“Hostile… has fallen through the floor… it just gave way..” He said over Radio bemused. And looked nervous about edge pulling back and pushing the civilian far away from it as possible. “Stand clear. We need to go now.” He said as he reached for his gear and took the breaching hammer to make a door way into the corridor as the way they went in dropped down. He was decisive in this however and shoved the chair aside and made a hole though the break room wall manually. It was not difficult and he did act without asking but he saw that weak floor and knew they had getting away from it ASAP.

“Come on, we need to get you safe. “ He said calmly to the civilian as he scanned the corridor through the hole “Stick with us, they are good at their jobs, those two, will get you home.” He had to kneel to talk to her face and pulled the mask off as he did it. Resealing his mask, he stood and pushed through making a hole for everyone to follow and made out the two shooters to be good to help try and reassure.

On the whole team net he added. “This is Grande. Floor failed on 4 down to Lobby.. One of the big ones. Recommend to minimise or halt any use of explosives outside the basement. Recommend to get non essential personal out.” He was a trained engineer and what he saw did not make him feel good. That floor should be rated to take at least a ton, probably minimum. Whatever happened. That floor was not up to code.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Il aim for a post tomorrow. I have a idea now. :)

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Snakes with hands for the aliens and alien-like xeno life forms Ren had met. That was creepy, snakes where snakes, hands where hands. The two should not be a thing that merged into one being and yet here she was with a snake with a hand on the deck, a sentient snake with a hand no less. She raced her brain but was currently unsure which part of the Eden system they came from. "Hello, not seen you for abit, probbly like in warmer than some of us. They could have gone analogue... old... pressure systems and physical lines.."

Ren said to the Xeno snake. Not sure what the topic was they shared, and mused onnthe topic.

Ren was however caught by the idea of flying flak bait.. they would fly to the surface, risking coming under fire to see if they were hostile? That was.. surely they could establish some kind of comms, they could not be industrial and entirely use ancient analogue systems right? Steam and hydro power etc. Could they?

Ren mentally sighed with the talk of a non native world. She would have to go or someone would probably bring back something that was entirely toxic, alien or adopt some mutant lizard death killer with claws the size of people's arms. And name it fluffy bunny kins.

“Do we have a drone… or something? Not filled with us?” Ren asked, hoping for the yes and expecting a no. Due to everything automated and other systems got looked at pretty carefully if they became too smart or quiet, she thought. Useful.

“Alien world. Guess that is me and my job.” Ren said with a sigh not wanting to head into an Alien planet and risk getting shot at to see if they were friendly and worse than xeno life was people, people were dangerous in ways that xeno life never was. Most non sentient aliens and animals were predictable to some degree. They had simple urges and instincts. Humans were actively malicious.

“Il go, not many of us trained on this, and we need to run some samples to see if this world's Fauna and Flora is compatible with ourselves. If we get a few hours I can show you how to do a quick sample test, if you did not goof off in high school.” Ren said mentally going through a list of things she needed to bring, including a back pack, gear, and some more rugged footwear and clothes than what she was wearing. Teaching people would be annoying, she was not a good teacher, the priestess she seemed to …fit with more. Ren could do her best.

“Im sure people know the rules, only consume what you carry, do not touch and I will tell you if its safe or not.” Ren said, maybe she sounded a little petulant but she really hoped people knew what they were doing. Ren did not take anything on trust and just because whoever they met drank did not mean anything in her book. Test first, trust later.

She was trying to be a better person, but sometimes she slipped. “Sorry, I'm trying to be less.. sharp.” Ren admitted, physically she was healing but mentally damage took far longer to soften and not to be so raw. The keiller brushed some hairs that were bugging her more sensitive ear. “So fungi or micro swarms seem disgusting but they tend to be pretty tough and evolve in parallel a lot."

Ren's mind wandered before she caught it and went quiet again playing twirling with silver hair round her finger like a fidget to satisfy a weird feeling.

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Empire of the Clouds

Rear Admiral Le Marinier

New Adventures
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My Hider

“Do you Hamerlin Le Mariner upon hearing all in understanding, good faith and honour swear to uphold the rank, responsibilities, privileges and duties of the rank of Rear Admiral in the Royal Favis Navy Home fleet. Do you also confirm your acceptance of the Favis Fleet Air Arms duties and orders henceforth until you are no longer able to undertake your duties.” The Ambassador read from a page written with help from one of his aides to swear in a military officer. A flag officer no less, and now he was the one who had a telegram from one of their highest military offices and officers directing him to do such.

It was not what it should be fully by the book but they made the best as the Favis Marine Captain stood to attention alongside some of his NCO to bear witness and form an honour guard. It was a rushed but solemn ceremony and one of them had found a spare sword in storage to fill in for some of the regalia.

“I do, upon my honour, serve as requested.” Post Captain, no Rear Admiral he thought now as his old boards were swapped with new ones bearing his rank. He never thought he would ever get this, he was happy and surprised to make senior captain as an Embassy Officer. Yet alone to be a flag officer and given a directive from the Home fleet command!

A sword was belted at his hip and they in a moment having to adapt the traditions to work, raised a glass and drank to the good health of the Navy, the King and the nation.

A Telegram sat between the two men as they discussed events, the fact Carter starts what he and the Ambassador were beyond surprised how badly their approach was. They had won a small battle, a skirmish even.. and lost their entire presence here. How did it go so far wrong? He would have gone with a very different method. But the main matter had to be discussed and they shared a cigar and Favis Brandy.

But that aside and rumours abound he was not sure how to believe everything going on right now. However he had orders and those orders were clear. “Well at least that part went well. You deserved better but needs must.”

“I never thought or expected the honour, so we make do Ambassador. You got details for a certain government. A man will owe me a debt and I'm sure to find a way to make him pay even if it's not my debt.” He said with a look like a shark that had scented blood. He never knew but if he called it in, he would make sure it was polite, but an offer he could not refuse. “

“We do. My wife can fix up you a decent uniform, we have you least looking the part. Even if we are isolated, we will do right.” The Ambassador was around his people even if this was not one of the most well resourced at present of the links back home. “Be waiting when you leave, bloody idiot, but they have uses.”

“uses, definitely. Then, shall we have dinner at the club and wait, Captain, your seniors, might as well make it at least a humble celebration.” He said, their was not much to celebrate so might as well make most of the small chances.

“Then lead on.” The Ambassador said as they departed and called for people to follow.

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He had turned up at the formal dinner in full uniform with a surprise of his own, his decorations were missing the odd one but he put a decent figure in a close as he could pass in formal dress uniform with gold braid, belt, dress sword and so without getting proper issue from his own country. There was an impressive amount of finery on display and even the most Junior of their party had a proper dress uniform on.

His own had a pale blue marking now, Fleet Air arm... How did this happen was a true adventure.

He was comfortable, this was an environment he was used to. He managed to not cause upset more than one faced naturally when a whole bunch of people with ranks, decorations and titles gathered. Polite, but there always was a little friction. All had an agenda.

The Private looked like a fish out of water but he had a decent protector and he held his own even in a rather difficult and unfamiliar environment.

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The dinner and so came to an end though as he found himself back aboard the airship. A place he did not believe would happen. Though he had formal orders now, it was a real thing not just an escape.

The princess plans to take command with a pretty strong start, and he had to respect her for it. He saw she did not falter, did not pause, calm, concise and he could respect that. She was not the one to shout but let calm be her authority.

“Permission to come aboard bridge.” He said as he reached the doorway. “We look about as ready as we will ever be, She is ready to fly on your orders maam.” He said as he had taken a walk of the vessel, now far lighter and no longer piled low with gold and bullion. She would probably handle far far better.

Was it odd, this was now her ship? Yes. Was it going to stop him? No. Because it seemed adventures were not done with the man who thought he had seen his last.