06-26-2018, 12:14 AM
June 13th, 825 - Omicron Kappa
By now, routine had returned to the Apahanta. Almost two months had passed since her return from her biggest journey beyond Sirius, going fully out of bounds. Slowly the crew managed to re-establish their normal schedules. And new crew members had joined, all of them sent by Ezrael's company, Hot Gear. The Apahanta was now again populated by 25 human souls, and the lost Kishiro Service Robots had been replaced.
Returning from a little trip through Sirius, the Mako entered the repair dock of Livadia for maintenance. This was happening almost daily in the recent weeks as Ezrael took the ship out for the search of derelicts. On one hand, it was a good training for the new crew members. On the other hand, another find like the Titanic would be greatly welcome, either to have more funds for the Apahanta or more technologies to sell. It also had the advantage of Ezrael being able to escape the problems around Nancy and Maren and all the others for a while. Mostly without creating more.
The airlocks opened and the slightly exotic scent of the Apahanta's air was mixing with the boringly neutral air of Livadia's connector junction to the battleship. Ezrael made his steps, taking in the different air, followed by a sigh. "Don't get me wrong. The Livadians were always good to us, but at some point I would really want to have a less, uh, isolated as retreat."
At his side was Sherry, walking backwards with him while facing the Apahanta through the heavy glass tube walls. It was less of an appreciating look than a scan for anything abnormal at the outer hull, but of course there was nothing. If there had been something, she would have seen it on the sensors. "Puerto Rico is still open to us. Not really less isolative but at least not within a nebula."
"But within the range of a fucking neutron star," Ezrael sounded with a chuckle. His head turned to the side, looking at her. "I thought more about contacting IMG for access to their shipyards in Omega-3. Aland is pretty well fortified so we wouldn't need to worry about the Corsairs. And it is surrounded by an asteroid field. In the worst case, we'd have an advantage over their Legates in terms of manouvering."
"We have access to Sabah in Coronado, wouldn't tha- WHOA!" She only realized Ezrael's foot when she was literally stumbling over it. He had tripped her up, just to catch her a split-second after. Surprised and shocked, Sherry looked up at his face with big eyes, processing what just had happened. He smirked, cheekily.
"Careless."
Blushing in embarassment, she got on her feet again. "I didn't expect you to do that, that's all. That's called trust, Captain."
Letting go of her, he continued smirking, making his steps ahead. "Sabah is located in open space. Everything that uses the Baffin route will pass by and see the Apahanta moored with a Crayterian shipyard. I want to avoid that. IMG is more neutral, Aland better fortified and less of a political disaster."
The junction was rather long. A modular construct mainly consisting of very long glass tubes to allow any larger capital ships to be accessed from Livadia. Ezrael and Sherry needed a few minutes to reach the end of the corridor, to enter Livadia. Another airlock, a quick security check and that was that. The Livadians knew Ezrael and Sherry and the Apahanta quite well by now. After all the ship was maintained and repaired here for almost two years already. Leaving the security checkpoint, Sherry moved to head for something in the public area of the station's main deck. Ezrael however found himself intercepted after leaving the checkpoint. A girl with long black hair embraced him the moment he placed a foot on the metal grid floor outside the checkpoint, and this time Ezrael was the one who was in surprise and shock until he realized it was Sombra. "Finally you're mine!"
"Stalker. Have you been waiting here for me?" he asked her, hugging her as well, rubbing her back welcomingly.
"I sat in the cockpit, eating noodles from a cup and then saw your signature on the radar and then immediately ran over to intercept you here," Sombra explained, her voice muffled as she was literally talking into his shoulder. "And nothing you say can make me let go of you anymore. You're trapped!"
"What if-"
"It'd be in your best interest to not gross me out just to challenge my willpower. At least if you want what I have for you." She smirked up at him, chuckling weirdly.
"What do you have for me, though?" he asked her, letting go of her for now, moving his hands off her back, one of them sliding into the pocket of his leather jacket to retrieve a PDA.
"I'll show you later in your room. I'd need to get it first from the Catport. What are your plans for now?" she asked him, eyeing his PDA.
His glance wandered down to it as well, checking the time. "I, eh, I'd have simply taken a walk right now, to be honest. We could do that together, if you're up for it."
Nodding with a grin, she watched him putting the PDA back into his pocket. "I'll follow your lead, Captain Handsome!"
And thus they moved away from the security checkpoint, leaving back just a single young guy who sat on a bench next to the checkpoint. He had watched them the entire time, as there was nothing else to look at.
Returning from a little trip through Sirius, the Mako entered the repair dock of Livadia for maintenance. This was happening almost daily in the recent weeks as Ezrael took the ship out for the search of derelicts. On one hand, it was a good training for the new crew members. On the other hand, another find like the Titanic would be greatly welcome, either to have more funds for the Apahanta or more technologies to sell. It also had the advantage of Ezrael being able to escape the problems around Nancy and Maren and all the others for a while. Mostly without creating more.
The airlocks opened and the slightly exotic scent of the Apahanta's air was mixing with the boringly neutral air of Livadia's connector junction to the battleship. Ezrael made his steps, taking in the different air, followed by a sigh. "Don't get me wrong. The Livadians were always good to us, but at some point I would really want to have a less, uh, isolated as retreat."
At his side was Sherry, walking backwards with him while facing the Apahanta through the heavy glass tube walls. It was less of an appreciating look than a scan for anything abnormal at the outer hull, but of course there was nothing. If there had been something, she would have seen it on the sensors. "Puerto Rico is still open to us. Not really less isolative but at least not within a nebula."
"But within the range of a fucking neutron star," Ezrael sounded with a chuckle. His head turned to the side, looking at her. "I thought more about contacting IMG for access to their shipyards in Omega-3. Aland is pretty well fortified so we wouldn't need to worry about the Corsairs. And it is surrounded by an asteroid field. In the worst case, we'd have an advantage over their Legates in terms of manouvering."
"We have access to Sabah in Coronado, wouldn't tha- WHOA!" She only realized Ezrael's foot when she was literally stumbling over it. He had tripped her up, just to catch her a split-second after. Surprised and shocked, Sherry looked up at his face with big eyes, processing what just had happened. He smirked, cheekily.
"Careless."
Blushing in embarassment, she got on her feet again. "I didn't expect you to do that, that's all. That's called trust, Captain."
Letting go of her, he continued smirking, making his steps ahead. "Sabah is located in open space. Everything that uses the Baffin route will pass by and see the Apahanta moored with a Crayterian shipyard. I want to avoid that. IMG is more neutral, Aland better fortified and less of a political disaster."
The junction was rather long. A modular construct mainly consisting of very long glass tubes to allow any larger capital ships to be accessed from Livadia. Ezrael and Sherry needed a few minutes to reach the end of the corridor, to enter Livadia. Another airlock, a quick security check and that was that. The Livadians knew Ezrael and Sherry and the Apahanta quite well by now. After all the ship was maintained and repaired here for almost two years already. Leaving the security checkpoint, Sherry moved to head for something in the public area of the station's main deck. Ezrael however found himself intercepted after leaving the checkpoint. A girl with long black hair embraced him the moment he placed a foot on the metal grid floor outside the checkpoint, and this time Ezrael was the one who was in surprise and shock until he realized it was Sombra. "Finally you're mine!"
"Stalker. Have you been waiting here for me?" he asked her, hugging her as well, rubbing her back welcomingly.
"I sat in the cockpit, eating noodles from a cup and then saw your signature on the radar and then immediately ran over to intercept you here," Sombra explained, her voice muffled as she was literally talking into his shoulder. "And nothing you say can make me let go of you anymore. You're trapped!"
"What if-"
"It'd be in your best interest to not gross me out just to challenge my willpower. At least if you want what I have for you." She smirked up at him, chuckling weirdly.
"What do you have for me, though?" he asked her, letting go of her for now, moving his hands off her back, one of them sliding into the pocket of his leather jacket to retrieve a PDA.
"I'll show you later in your room. I'd need to get it first from the Catport. What are your plans for now?" she asked him, eyeing his PDA.
His glance wandered down to it as well, checking the time. "I, eh, I'd have simply taken a walk right now, to be honest. We could do that together, if you're up for it."
Nodding with a grin, she watched him putting the PDA back into his pocket. "I'll follow your lead, Captain Handsome!"
And thus they moved away from the security checkpoint, leaving back just a single young guy who sat on a bench next to the checkpoint. He had watched them the entire time, as there was nothing else to look at.