Setting
The view here is always of space, always. This is the very front of the ship. The window is large, and cold to the touch. There is ample space before the window, something specifically requested by Derud Bagain. The view is astounding, as well as theatrical. Some people may become frightened and experience vertigo from viewing space. It is often low lit in this room, for optimal exterior viewing. This is where all the main controls for the ship are, which are of course pass coded and locked when not being used.
Joruv Komfiev frequents this room.
Below the main bridge is another room. It's large, and open, has a large window and many chairs.
Joruv Komfiev frequents this room.
Below the main bridge is another room. It's large, and open, has a large window and many chairs.
Minimap
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Auroragon Bridge is a part of 
The Auroragon.
23 Characters Here
Meson Caverok [27] The younger brother of Hudon Caverok, who hopes there will be love on the ship.
Hudon Caverok [27] Husbond of Maniria Caverok, the second and only other hand in the Ratus Messis project.
Derud Bagain [27] Wife of Ephalia Bagain, who secretly funded the production of Ratus Messis.
Reven Parahdame [23] "There is so much out there, Even if it takes me till i'm old a grey, im going to see a new world."
Shaselia Komfeiv [22] The Last Gardener of her planet, perhaps even her race and species.
Lewis Johnson [22] When shit goes south it's my job to be on point.
Maniria Caverok [19] Wife of Hudon, the cosmetics entrepreneur is leaving her success behind for her husband's dreams.
Lowen Padarame [14] The Hitman
Salentia [14] Salentia is the mother of Roren and Celestia and the daughter of Ured.
Torem Seteiv [14] The Hacker
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"Right... well tech issues are not my field... my skills lie elsewhere..." Nyaidia said her hand absentmindingly taping the unusually thin bladed dagger on her belt. The deadly Sliverblade from which her clan got it's name.
"But with your permission Myself and a small group of engineers will travel over to your ship we can meet face to face and see how we may help each other." Nyaidia stated and waited for an an answer.
Outside the smaller of the two Lakkadian ships was orbiting and silently scanning the Auroragon.
"But with your permission Myself and a small group of engineers will travel over to your ship we can meet face to face and see how we may help each other." Nyaidia stated and waited for an an answer.
Outside the smaller of the two Lakkadian ships was orbiting and silently scanning the Auroragon.
Shaselia nodded, calculating ship operations with the new information provided by Lewis. It wasn't the best of news. She looked hopefully to Nyaidia, "Thank you," and then to Lewis with the ghost of a smile. Maybe they weren't in the worst shape, after all. They had no idea who these aliens were, or where they came from, but their stories were one and the same. Joruv gave his wife a peck on the cheek. His hands danced across the control panel as he prepared the loading bay for depressurization.
"Permission to board granted," Joruv said to Nyaidia, "It's at our humblest request that any weaponry remain peace tied. What are the atmospheric conditions optimal to your survival? We are at...22% oxygen. Loading bay depressuri-"
"First!" Phetalia shoved her way through the crowd towards the door. Derud grabbed at her and failed, earning a hopeless look from his wife. He smiled sheepishly at a glowering Maniria. Opum and Phetalia barreled from the room. They excitedly grabbed at Wolov, who didn't mirror their excitement but played along regardless. The three kids rushed off to the loading bay to greet the aliens.
Joruv swiveled to the surveillance controls. He flipped the viewscreens to display the loading bay. He hit another button, holding it down. On the screen the doors slowly began to open.
"Permission to board granted," Joruv said to Nyaidia, "It's at our humblest request that any weaponry remain peace tied. What are the atmospheric conditions optimal to your survival? We are at...22% oxygen. Loading bay depressuri-"
"First!" Phetalia shoved her way through the crowd towards the door. Derud grabbed at her and failed, earning a hopeless look from his wife. He smiled sheepishly at a glowering Maniria. Opum and Phetalia barreled from the room. They excitedly grabbed at Wolov, who didn't mirror their excitement but played along regardless. The three kids rushed off to the loading bay to greet the aliens.
Joruv swiveled to the surveillance controls. He flipped the viewscreens to display the loading bay. He hit another button, holding it down. On the screen the doors slowly began to open.
Nyaidia, her Blackguards, and the engineers made their way on the bridge. She found the children (and adults) that hounded them to get a glance annoying but she managed to not show it.
"They just carry our tools" Nyaidia heard an engineer answer the question of one of the crew.
Nyaidia took a look around the bridge with her own eyes now not though a viewer. Turning to the captain she said. "My engineers will help in whatever way they are able. I have been given the power by my government to act as a diplomat for my people and to further relations between our peoples."
"They just carry our tools" Nyaidia heard an engineer answer the question of one of the crew.
Nyaidia took a look around the bridge with her own eyes now not though a viewer. Turning to the captain she said. "My engineers will help in whatever way they are able. I have been given the power by my government to act as a diplomat for my people and to further relations between our peoples."
"Oh," said Phetalia, shrugged, and hung back to keep watching. She was glad to hear they were going to help, but was more interested in the technology they brought along than anything else.
"Thank you," Joruv responded to Nyaidia with a light bow of his head, "I'd like to formally invite you to join us in a meal when the day is done. I'm not sure if we have the same diet, but if we can stand the same air surely our similarities extend beyond. Our protein processor malfunctioned, I'm afraid, so we've minimal to offer of that specifically. However our garden is a true treat."
Shaselia nodded and smiled greatly at the mention of the garden.
"Thank you," Joruv responded to Nyaidia with a light bow of his head, "I'd like to formally invite you to join us in a meal when the day is done. I'm not sure if we have the same diet, but if we can stand the same air surely our similarities extend beyond. Our protein processor malfunctioned, I'm afraid, so we've minimal to offer of that specifically. However our garden is a true treat."
Shaselia nodded and smiled greatly at the mention of the garden.
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