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The Lucky Penny - Leo - 12-30-2008
"Well, nothing like escaping Crete on a whim." Juan said, it was intended to be directed at Sydney, then he realized that he was more or less talking to himself. He sighed and lit up one of his ciggerettes when the bartender came over and ripped it out of his hands.
"No smoking." the guy said with a gruff voice. "If you wanna smoke, take it to the f***in' smoking section. That s*** irritates my sinuses."
Juan looked at the bartender for a moment longer and started to sniff as if to be crying. The bartender gave him one last glare and went back about his business.
"Hard a** huh?" Sydney said.
"Tell me about it." he replied.
"I was talking about you." she said.
Juan looked over from his drink at his cousin who had a smirk on her face. Why am I even here... he asked himself.
The Lucky Penny - Zapp - 12-30-2008
Sydney couldn't help but smirk around her drink - hell, she almost started laughing. Cousin he may be, but he wasn't nearly as much of a tough-ass as he thought. Still, she could humor him.
"So, what is it you want again?" she asked.
He muttered something under his breath, then said, "I could use a job... and you gotta ship, so..."
Sydney smiled. "Sure, space is a pretty lonely space. You happen to have some skill-set that'd help me out at all?" She leaned forward and waited for his response.
The Lucky Penny - Unseelie - 01-21-2009
Mourning's skin began to dry out, thicken and harden, around the cooling vent. Natural defenses against the heat...but, along with such a defense, Mourning, once again, was cold. She slowly uncurled from the pipe, her skin cracking and stretching like cured leather...She slithered and crawled and rolled across the chamber, toward the source of the heat, a shielded reaction core. She began chewing on the rubber around the seals, the softest material in the room.
The Lucky Penny - Zapp - 01-22-2009
Sydney walked into the ship with a slight buzz. Juan had been nice, but after some conversation they realized that it'd be more trouble than it was worth to fly together. Hand on the wall for balance, Sydney looked around.
"Mourning? Where are you?"
She heard some kind of mewling coming from the direction of the engine, and stumbled her way over there. "Mourning?"
As she peered through the door, she saw Mourning chewing on the engine. Alarm brought her to sobriety, and Sydney rushed forward.
"No! Bad Mourning, bad!"
The Lucky Penny - Unseelie - 01-22-2009
"No! Bad Mourning, bad!"
Sydney? No, Bad, Mourning Sydney?
Bad Mourning om Sydney!
No? Bad bad bad Sydney...
Mourning...bad Mourning...
Mourning unpleasant, Sydney...
No? No? Mourning...
Sydney?
When Sydney's voice cracked across the chamber, Mourning jumped, startled, and flopped back first onto the floor, arched her back, and waved her neck...Then slithered slowly over to Sydney, and began nibbling on the cuffs of her pants.
The Lucky Penny - Zapp - 01-22-2009
Rather taken aback, Sydney looked down at the strange creature with a strange mix of unease and motherly affection. She bent over and took Mourning in both her arms, and though he/she/it squirmed some, Sydney held on. She stroked Mourning like a cat, and carried her to a bunk where she set him/her/it down and pulled a blanket up over... her. If Sydney had to settle on a pronoun, she'd default to the feminine.
Leaving Mourning for the cockpit, she absently thought that perhaps she should put on a new pair of pants.
The Lucky Penny - Leo - 03-29-2009
Juan stumbled into the wall knocking over a table. Laughing he tried regaining his stance and wound up sliding down the wall, and falling into the landing bay next to Sydney's ship.
*"Frackin...wall got in my way...hey...hey you...you...wait a second."* Juan said with a rather bad slur. *"You...you shouldn't fly...drunk..."*
And Juan passed out face first on the deck giggling.
The Lucky Penny - Zapp - 03-29-2009
Looking out of the cockpit in no little surprise, Sydney walked down to the cargo ramp and hoped what she had seen was a figment of her imagination. Nope, it was her cousin, drunk as a fish. She sighed, and dragged him aboard, dumping him into the bunk next to Mourning.
Damn he's heavy, she thought, blaming him for her lack of size.
Then, she decided to go see what damage, if any, Mourning had done to the engine.
The Lucky Penny - Unseelie - 03-29-2009
Most of the engine was behind the bulkheads, squatting over the cruise accelerators in the tail of the ship, just below the hold. The accessible bits included a heavily shielded reactor and a pair of fuel cells. Pipes snaked throughout the room, drawing lines to the reactor from the fuel cells, from freon tanks and the auxiliary oxygen and water tanks, and off from the base of the reactor, where pressure forced bits of ionic materials down into the pipe that angled up to the tail. The engine powered life support, it powered gravity, and the lights. Without life support, there would be no pressure on coolants or oxy/hydrogen mix, and the engine died. Without gravity, the exhaust ions wouldn't flow, and the coolants would quickly become useless as the reactor soup superheated. Shipside cold fusion was a tricky beast at best, and a murderous bitch at times. All systems needed to run constantly, even in dock, or things would get mucked up, hence the engine wall, a six inch thick plate of niobium between the cruise accelerators, and around the entire room. If a CD shut down the engine proper, it would never restart.
Mourning had chewed on the ablative weave around the Ion-Exhaust tubes, and in places, bits of blueish light had broken through, shining a ghastly light around the hold. In addition, the reactor mount cap had half inch deep claw marks around its base....The mount cap could wait. the Ion-Exhaust...needed a fresh weave.
The Lucky Penny - Leo - 03-29-2009
"*Grumble* Ohhhh...my head." Juan opened his eyes slowly and rolled to his side in his bed. That's when he noticed the big blue lump sitting in the bed next to him. "woooOOOHHHH! HOLY S***!" he said scrambling back towards the cockpit. "OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod..."
He dug through the back in the cockpit and didn't find a gun, but he found a pipe laying under the cockpit for some reason. He grabbed it and held it up as if to swing it at any moment.
"Don't come near me you bloody Nomad!"
The Corsairs had a close relation with the Order. The Order had taught many things to the Corsairs, including the look and functions of a Nomad. Juan knew one thing was certain. Once this Nomad decided on who it's host would be. It would take that person over. Where Sydney had come across such a creature was beyond him, but he wasn't about to be taken advantage of by a Nomad. No way, he'd beat the thing silly until he was in the clear.
"Sydney! SYDNEY! Bloody hell woman get the hell up here!"