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Reven Parahdame
"There is so much out there, Even if it takes me till i'm old a grey, im going to see a new world."
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Auroragon Bridge
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by freemixer25
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So begins...
Reven Parahdame's Story
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The message ran through the com of the ship, projected from the bridge. Joruv Komfiev's calmed voice pules through the airwaves. The passengers of the Auroragon had many things to discuss. Politics, education, economy. They had been in space long enough now, and the Ratus Messis wasn't anywhere in sight. Shaselia had closed the book long ago on the magic plant that would take them to Haevenia, the promised land. They would of course keep the eye out, but right now their destination was habitable land, and a future.
The setting changes from auroragon-bridge to The Auroragon
Reven sits at his desk, in his room on the Auroragon staring at the audio log recorder sitting in front of him. He hasn't recorded anything yet even though it was required. When he first got on the ship he was too curious about the ship to sit down and talk into a recorder while everyone else found the time to do so. When he was about to record a log, Norvnu ceased to exist and he fell into a sulking mood which surprised Reven, he wanted nothing more than to get off that planet there was nothing there for him, but what exactly was there for him in the void of space? What if they never get to another planet? Shaking the negative thoughts from his head he picks up the recorder and switches it on. "I haven't done one of these yet, i guess I'm a little late. At first all i wanted to do was explore the ship, which i did, i went everywhere i could and was excited to get started on this journey. I must be some naive child if i ever thought going back to Norvnu was ever going to be a possibility. I don't know why the destruction of that planet bothers me so much, i didn't consider it home, there was nothing there for me but what do i have here? Well, my life for one i suppose. Anyway, The Inventor has called a meeting today I may as well make my way to the Bridge, thats my favorite place to be, i like looking out of the Viewing bay. Oh my name is Reven Parahdame i suppose that would be helpful if anyone ever found this." Reven switches off the device and makes his way to the Bridge.
The setting changes from the-auroragon to Auroragon Bridge
Reven approaches the bridge and the doors slide apart revealing the large viewing window and other member of the ships crew. He walks onto the bridge. "Sorry I'm late." He says before he walks to the big viewing port and stares out of it for a long while, every time he came in here he was drawn to the big window, he loved to get close and look out. Lately this is where he had spent a lot of his time, the promise of something being out there the only thing that has kept him from breaking completely.
He forces himself away from the window that so frequently has him mesmerized and goes to find a seat. As he sat down he looks at everyone else in the room, some he has seen a few times, others are new to him. Most of them seem to be older than he is but he could see that a majority of them are just as disturbed about the lost of Norvnu, who wouldn't be? Some of them at the table were passing around a pipe of hujibi, Reven hated the smell of hujibi it always made him go into a coughing fit, luckily whatever filtration system the ship had was doing a good job of keeping it out of the air. He looks around one more time then speaks up "I hope I wasn't the one that was keeping the meeting on hold?" Reven honestly didn't know how many people were on the ship.
He forces himself away from the window that so frequently has him mesmerized and goes to find a seat. As he sat down he looks at everyone else in the room, some he has seen a few times, others are new to him. Most of them seem to be older than he is but he could see that a majority of them are just as disturbed about the lost of Norvnu, who wouldn't be? Some of them at the table were passing around a pipe of hujibi, Reven hated the smell of hujibi it always made him go into a coughing fit, luckily whatever filtration system the ship had was doing a good job of keeping it out of the air. He looks around one more time then speaks up "I hope I wasn't the one that was keeping the meeting on hold?" Reven honestly didn't know how many people were on the ship.
"No, no, just in time," Shaselia casually waved a dismissive hand. They had literally all the time in the worlds, and she wasn't one to worry with hujibi in her system about such a trivial thing. Her plants were well taken care of at this point. For now the elder woman rested easy.
Meson also waved hello, appreciating that there were people more his age on board. Twenties right? He looks it. I'm only 32, right? What's age in space? Hudon nodded at the new and unfamiliar arrival. Joruv too nodded, though he recognized the face from the ship files. He had made it his duty to know at least the faces of all who would step foot on his creation. Maniria continued to stare out the window, snapping out of her daze with a light smile in greeting. She didn't notice the new arrival until he spoke. He's quite handsome.
"Welcome!" Derud Bagain piped up, enthusiastic as always, "What a view, eh? This is my favorite room!" He settled himself into a seat and motioned for Reven to get comfortable. "Is this all we've got for tonight?"
Absently Maniria nodded. The others, for whatever reason, chose not to become involved in the higher affairs of the ship at this juncture. Shaselia smiled slightly, as if she knew something. Perhaps more people would change their minds and show up, Maniria speculated and turned her gaze back to the window. She dreamed of the communities back on Norvnu.
Meson also waved hello, appreciating that there were people more his age on board. Twenties right? He looks it. I'm only 32, right? What's age in space? Hudon nodded at the new and unfamiliar arrival. Joruv too nodded, though he recognized the face from the ship files. He had made it his duty to know at least the faces of all who would step foot on his creation. Maniria continued to stare out the window, snapping out of her daze with a light smile in greeting. She didn't notice the new arrival until he spoke. He's quite handsome.
"Welcome!" Derud Bagain piped up, enthusiastic as always, "What a view, eh? This is my favorite room!" He settled himself into a seat and motioned for Reven to get comfortable. "Is this all we've got for tonight?"
Absently Maniria nodded. The others, for whatever reason, chose not to become involved in the higher affairs of the ship at this juncture. Shaselia smiled slightly, as if she knew something. Perhaps more people would change their minds and show up, Maniria speculated and turned her gaze back to the window. She dreamed of the communities back on Norvnu.
Joruv nodded, and rose from his seat. He waited for everyone to finish settling before opening his mouth to address them all. Shaselia absently extinguished the pipe. The Caveroks made themselves comfortable, and Derud smiled the brightest of anyone in the room.
"As most of you know, we're not going home," Joruv let it sit for a moment before continuing, "We've been blasted a bit...off course. In fact, it's impossible to tell where we are, or where we might be going."
Maniria exhaled heavily. Hudon didn't move a muscle. Joruv's jaw pulsed. Derud's smile began to fade. It was Meson who cleared his throat and asked the question the others avoided; "What next?"
The Inventor turned to gaze at the stars, at space beyond. He couldn't answer that, except to say, "Onward." Placing a hand against the cold clear view port, Joruv thought for a moment before turning back to the others. He pointed out at space, and with the shadow of a smile asked of the small grouping,
"Where to?"
"As most of you know, we're not going home," Joruv let it sit for a moment before continuing, "We've been blasted a bit...off course. In fact, it's impossible to tell where we are, or where we might be going."
Maniria exhaled heavily. Hudon didn't move a muscle. Joruv's jaw pulsed. Derud's smile began to fade. It was Meson who cleared his throat and asked the question the others avoided; "What next?"
The Inventor turned to gaze at the stars, at space beyond. He couldn't answer that, except to say, "Onward." Placing a hand against the cold clear view port, Joruv thought for a moment before turning back to the others. He pointed out at space, and with the shadow of a smile asked of the small grouping,
"Where to?"
Lewis Johnson arrived still mostly coated in grease having just climbed out from the engine maintenance schedule. It was a dirty task but lubricating valves and checking for microfissures in lines was one of the Necessary Evils for the engineering staff. Cramming into a small tube and crawling around was definitely a full contact sport. He listened to Joruv as Lewis tried to brush off the caked-on dust.
The news sent a gasp around the room. Joruv remained at his post, glaring deep into space.
"We do what we must," and then turning to Lewis, "Thank you."
"We're going to need more hands in the garden," Shaselia decided to get moving sooner than later. She shot a glance around the room, welcoming others to join her. There was a lot to do. Food had to be properly rationed. She took one last puff from her pipe and motioned it towards Lewis.
Maniria moved to follow Shaselia, Let the others decide where to go. I'm not even sure I care anymore.
"We do what we must," and then turning to Lewis, "Thank you."
"We're going to need more hands in the garden," Shaselia decided to get moving sooner than later. She shot a glance around the room, welcoming others to join her. There was a lot to do. Food had to be properly rationed. She took one last puff from her pipe and motioned it towards Lewis.
Maniria moved to follow Shaselia, Let the others decide where to go. I'm not even sure I care anymore.
I suggest finding an asteroid belt first. Preferably iron-magnesium so I can rebuild hull spars. Gardening needs trace minerals. We had to harvest a lot of the heavy drilling motors just to keep sewer and water running.
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I think Revan was supposed to be hudson but the chat system mucked it up, heh.
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Hudon came to a halt in the doorway. His mind churned for a solid minute, then he whirled on the spot.
"You have something there. You do. Come, will you, assist?" He called over his shoulder before leaving the bridge. It was nice to have someone else technical minded on this ship - maybe even more so than he, with a solution like that. Reven, was his name? That Lewis fellow was on to something, too.
Derud Bagain beamed around the room, his smile met with a halfhearted one from Meson and a nod from Joruv.
"Lewis!" Derud broke the silence, "How goes sleeping?" he asked despite seeing that the man was at lack there of. Anything to keep spirits high, lest they all succumb to depression aboard this ship, in deep space, with no set destination, with no home to go back to, with a limited supply of food...but nonetheless with eachother. The last of their planet.
Joruv looked to the door, he could have sworn he heard footsteps approaching. Could there be a stowaway? He shook his head, but kept an eye towards the entrance.
"So....asteroid belt?" Joruv addressed the remainder of the room. It seemed their best bet to set course for one, based on Lewis's input.
"You have something there. You do. Come, will you, assist?" He called over his shoulder before leaving the bridge. It was nice to have someone else technical minded on this ship - maybe even more so than he, with a solution like that. Reven, was his name? That Lewis fellow was on to something, too.
Derud Bagain beamed around the room, his smile met with a halfhearted one from Meson and a nod from Joruv.
"Lewis!" Derud broke the silence, "How goes sleeping?" he asked despite seeing that the man was at lack there of. Anything to keep spirits high, lest they all succumb to depression aboard this ship, in deep space, with no set destination, with no home to go back to, with a limited supply of food...but nonetheless with eachother. The last of their planet.
Joruv looked to the door, he could have sworn he heard footsteps approaching. Could there be a stowaway? He shook his head, but kept an eye towards the entrance.
"So....asteroid belt?" Joruv addressed the remainder of the room. It seemed their best bet to set course for one, based on Lewis's input.
He replied to Derud with a smile but the wandering jerky eyes belied someone staying awake by force of will alone, "I get it where I can but there's parts to make and miles of service tunnel to go before I sleep. At least now I can without worrying about waking up again. So you can now too."
Lewis stood up and stretched as Hudon invited him on, "Sure thing. I mean they'll be power inefficient as all hell for the cubic footage output but they'll run like tanks having to push fluid that light pretty much anywhere but humidity control. Water on the short list for things heavy as coolant. Axel deformation and worn-out bearings won't matter for that little rotational load anywhere else."
Lewis stood up and stretched as Hudon invited him on, "Sure thing. I mean they'll be power inefficient as all hell for the cubic footage output but they'll run like tanks having to push fluid that light pretty much anywhere but humidity control. Water on the short list for things heavy as coolant. Axel deformation and worn-out bearings won't matter for that little rotational load anywhere else."
It happened, like it always seems to do, in the middle of what could be considered night. All but one asleep. Keeping watch over the bridge had been an almost tedious task. No one had yet lost hope;no one expected anything either.
At first, Meson couldn't be too sure. They've had three false alarms. Space debris from somewhere twice, they yearned to know from where. Nothing salvageable. Strange, twisted golden metals unlike any they had ever seen before. They were moving too fast, and the humble inhabitants of the Auroragon were not yet prepared to venture beyond the old vessel they called home.
The third time it was just a big rock.
Then the blip happened again and Meson's heart fluttered. There was certainly something on their radar. By the time he calculated the speed, his nose was a hair from the meter and his insides were jumping with joy. Meson erupted from his post, out the Bridge, down to the barracks, straight to Joruv Komfiev's portal.
They were off in just less than an instant. Soon, all were awake and ready to mobilize. What was the blip steadily heading towards them, and from what horizon?
At first, Meson couldn't be too sure. They've had three false alarms. Space debris from somewhere twice, they yearned to know from where. Nothing salvageable. Strange, twisted golden metals unlike any they had ever seen before. They were moving too fast, and the humble inhabitants of the Auroragon were not yet prepared to venture beyond the old vessel they called home.
The third time it was just a big rock.
Then the blip happened again and Meson's heart fluttered. There was certainly something on their radar. By the time he calculated the speed, his nose was a hair from the meter and his insides were jumping with joy. Meson erupted from his post, out the Bridge, down to the barracks, straight to Joruv Komfiev's portal.
They were off in just less than an instant. Soon, all were awake and ready to mobilize. What was the blip steadily heading towards them, and from what horizon?
Outside of the viewing window came a flash of blue light. Out of the light came a small scout ship it kept it's place just sitting there. It began to scan the Auroragon looking for life scans on the ship.
Joruv Komfiev sat silent at command control. There was a strange craft hovering not far from them, and it would appear they weren’t alone after all. The Auroragon travelers had, for the majority, convinced themselves that they were alone in this Universe.
Phetalia, who had snuck onto the bridge, knew better than to be so ignorant. Her heart pounded as she memorized the view in space.
“Can we... Can we contact...?” Derud Bagain bit his nails. Joruv nodded slowly after a pause. They had communication capabilities, untested as of yet.
“We should,” Shaselia placed a hand on Joruv’s shoulder. He closed his eyes, opening them a minute later. From where she hid, Phetalia witnessed every adult present exchange the same look.
Joruv reached forward and flipped a switch. It was now or never. Everyone held their breath as he leaned in to the mic to speak.
Phetalia, who had snuck onto the bridge, knew better than to be so ignorant. Her heart pounded as she memorized the view in space.
“Can we... Can we contact...?” Derud Bagain bit his nails. Joruv nodded slowly after a pause. They had communication capabilities, untested as of yet.
“We should,” Shaselia placed a hand on Joruv’s shoulder. He closed his eyes, opening them a minute later. From where she hid, Phetalia witnessed every adult present exchange the same look.
Joruv reached forward and flipped a switch. It was now or never. Everyone held their breath as he leaned in to the mic to speak.
”GREETINGS AND PEACE. ”
Another blue flash and another ship like the first but about four times larger (the first ship was roughly 35 meters long) appeared over shadowing it's smaller counterpart.
Suddenly a glowing figure appeared in front of the gathered crew. She was a slightly smaller in height than a human though she looked almost just like one until you noticed the pointed ears. She had a black uniform on that matched the color of her hair her grey eyes seemed to stare right though you.
"Do Not be alarmed I am Nyaidia Sliverblade of the Lakkadian Remnant. You can speak to this Hologram as if i was there in the flesh... We also wish you Greetings and Peace. We are scouts sent out to find a new home for our people..." Nyaidia's face looked sad. "Our home was lost to us when our Sun went supernova. We and the fleet that sent us are the last of the Lakkadian people."
Suddenly a glowing figure appeared in front of the gathered crew. She was a slightly smaller in height than a human though she looked almost just like one until you noticed the pointed ears. She had a black uniform on that matched the color of her hair her grey eyes seemed to stare right though you.
"Do Not be alarmed I am Nyaidia Sliverblade of the Lakkadian Remnant. You can speak to this Hologram as if i was there in the flesh... We also wish you Greetings and Peace. We are scouts sent out to find a new home for our people..." Nyaidia's face looked sad. "Our home was lost to us when our Sun went supernova. We and the fleet that sent us are the last of the Lakkadian people."
The Auroagon bridge was swept with a murmer of excitement. The people of the Auroragon had also lost their home, and were the last of their people. Maniria Caverok screeched as the larger ship suddenly appeared.
“Nyaidia Silverblade,” Joruv began, holding out an arm to signal everyone to quiet, “We extend the deepest of sympathies, as our tales are very much the same. Our home world was destroyed due to the ignorances of our governing bodies. We, too, quest for a new home.”
Phetalia scrambled from her place to grab the other young members of the Auroragon. They had to see this!
“Nyaidia Silverblade,” Joruv began, holding out an arm to signal everyone to quiet, “We extend the deepest of sympathies, as our tales are very much the same. Our home world was destroyed due to the ignorances of our governing bodies. We, too, quest for a new home.”
Phetalia scrambled from her place to grab the other young members of the Auroragon. They had to see this!
Lewis appeared a bit late as a ventilation duct roared to life. The air quickly became less stale as it recovered from the breathing of all the crew in one place. Baffles flapped throughout the ship as load redirected away from empty rooms.
He quipped though thoroughly exhausted and stared at the hologram while reporting to the captain, "Well, at least if we all gasp at once at you miss Silverblade, we won't all faint now."
He eyed the captain here to report first as well as see what was going on, "Life support is back up to 90% and shouldn't brown out if we run the engines."
He quipped though thoroughly exhausted and stared at the hologram while reporting to the captain, "Well, at least if we all gasp at once at you miss Silverblade, we won't all faint now."
He eyed the captain here to report first as well as see what was going on, "Life support is back up to 90% and shouldn't brown out if we run the engines."
The Hologram of Nyaidia Sliverblade nodded "I see... and this is the only ship that made it off your world? i'm so sorry...while most of our people perished in the Nova's blast we got a way with several millions of our kind spread out over over a thousand ships..."
After Lewis rushed in and gave a report to the Captain Nyaidia's hologram said "Perhaps we can help each other?"
After Lewis rushed in and gave a report to the Captain Nyaidia's hologram said "Perhaps we can help each other?"
"Affirmative. We are the only survivors," Joruv nodded to indicate he received Lewis's data. Shaselia moved from her seat besides Joruv to give Lewis a seat, relieved of the good news. She leaned in to Lewis, whispering questions about the hydroprocessor. Last checked it was fine, but running a tad slower than it had been.
A whisper spread around the room at the mention of help. Derud had a big smile on his face, but the rest seemed wary. Maniria pointed and whispered of pointed ears to Ephalia, who frowned. The two continued to murmur to one another. Derud elbowed his wife Ephalia who shot him a sharp look. He cleared his throat and aimed his smile to Shaselia, who half returned in through her whispers. Wasn't this glorious news, he thought to himself, here they had thought they were completely alone only for another who shares their fate to-
"Aliens!" Opum grinned as he, Phetalia, and Wolov appeared in the portway for the Bridge. Derud's smile flipped one-eighty. He moved to block the view of the hologram but was massively unsuccessful. Phetalia didn't listen as he scolded her, leading Opum through the adults to get a closer look at the Hologram. Wolov stayed behind. He lingered by the door, speechless at what was happening before him. Numb to the thought of not being alone in the Universe, having made himself content with the depression that came with the loss of his home and family.
"So jet, Hi!" Phetalia waved to the hologram, Derud snatching her hand and yanking her back to him.
"Assistance would be ideal, perhaps we could conduct a trade, of resources?"
The Auroragon didn't have much, but it did have vegetation native to Norvnu, and perhaps some other resources available for trade. Lewis would likely be one of the best to speak further on anything needed for the Auroragon's continued survival.
A whisper spread around the room at the mention of help. Derud had a big smile on his face, but the rest seemed wary. Maniria pointed and whispered of pointed ears to Ephalia, who frowned. The two continued to murmur to one another. Derud elbowed his wife Ephalia who shot him a sharp look. He cleared his throat and aimed his smile to Shaselia, who half returned in through her whispers. Wasn't this glorious news, he thought to himself, here they had thought they were completely alone only for another who shares their fate to-
"Aliens!" Opum grinned as he, Phetalia, and Wolov appeared in the portway for the Bridge. Derud's smile flipped one-eighty. He moved to block the view of the hologram but was massively unsuccessful. Phetalia didn't listen as he scolded her, leading Opum through the adults to get a closer look at the Hologram. Wolov stayed behind. He lingered by the door, speechless at what was happening before him. Numb to the thought of not being alone in the Universe, having made himself content with the depression that came with the loss of his home and family.
"So jet, Hi!" Phetalia waved to the hologram, Derud snatching her hand and yanking her back to him.
"Assistance would be ideal, perhaps we could conduct a trade, of resources?"
The Auroragon didn't have much, but it did have vegetation native to Norvnu, and perhaps some other resources available for trade. Lewis would likely be one of the best to speak further on anything needed for the Auroragon's continued survival.
Lewis responded quietly once sitting down patting his aching legs and resisting the urge to sleep, "The system works okay but the electrodes eroded and the tanks are rusting out. We're running the ozone purifier on carbon electrodes since they don't degrade. The originals were platinum but they don't last forever. I could use some high quality aluminum oxide pump seals to rebuild broken things all over the ship. They take a lot more power than I can spare to forge even if I have the materials. Even spare power would get me a few repairs the plasma welders suck up a lot of juice."
His raised brow peered at Opum with a smirk, "We can't go home anymore. We can't be anything but aliens or meet anything else. Engineering, science, and mathematics figured a long time ago that there aren't enough unique parts to not be more life out here somewhere."
An unquenchable optimist he shrugged at the alien woman, "Given other options of self-destruction and isolation some assistance sounds like a better option to me."
His raised brow peered at Opum with a smirk, "We can't go home anymore. We can't be anything but aliens or meet anything else. Engineering, science, and mathematics figured a long time ago that there aren't enough unique parts to not be more life out here somewhere."
An unquenchable optimist he shrugged at the alien woman, "Given other options of self-destruction and isolation some assistance sounds like a better option to me."
"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.
The setting changes from auroragon-bridge to The Auroragon
Phetalia, Opum, and Wolov ran down the Through towards the Loading Bay. Aliens were coming on board! Opum kept jumping up to tap port tops as they passed under, and Phetalia would not shut up. Wolov couldn't get into the spirit.
"Hey guys I'm going to grab some of the others," Wolov called to Phetalia and Opum, who had barely noticed he stopped a way back. He wondered what Reven was getting into. Wolov didn't remember seeing him at the bridge, but he hadn't been paying any attention either. Worst case scenario, he'd just go back to his cabin. He preferred it there anyhow.
"I can't wait to see the ears up close!" Phetalia's voice echoed down the hall. Wolov rolled his eyes and disappeared into the Residency Capsule.
Opum whooped with glee. The giant door to the loading bay was in sight. It didn't have a very large window, but it was enough for the two to cram their faces in. They stared into the black expanse of space and waited for the arrival of their visitors. Phetalia wondered what they were going to have for dinner. Likely something good, as this was cause for celebration!
"Hey guys I'm going to grab some of the others," Wolov called to Phetalia and Opum, who had barely noticed he stopped a way back. He wondered what Reven was getting into. Wolov didn't remember seeing him at the bridge, but he hadn't been paying any attention either. Worst case scenario, he'd just go back to his cabin. He preferred it there anyhow.
"I can't wait to see the ears up close!" Phetalia's voice echoed down the hall. Wolov rolled his eyes and disappeared into the Residency Capsule.
Opum whooped with glee. The giant door to the loading bay was in sight. It didn't have a very large window, but it was enough for the two to cram their faces in. They stared into the black expanse of space and waited for the arrival of their visitors. Phetalia wondered what they were going to have for dinner. Likely something good, as this was cause for celebration!
Almost as soon as the hologram on the bridge said it's farewell and vanished the larger of the two Lakkadian ships made it's way to dock with the Auroragon.
On the the Bridge of the craft named the Silent Sister Nyaidia spoke to the holograms of 7 Lakkadians.
The one in the middle spoke. "The conclave approves your request and you are to find out everything you can about this ship and the people on board. Also we know they seem friendly.... but keep your guard up. Good Luck Commander."
With that the holograms vanished and Nyaidia was left alone. Activating her comm she gave her orders. "The five Selected engineers and my Personal Blackguards will meet me in the airlock... Keep your weapons peace tied... but don't tie them too tight... they seem peaceful... but after those pirates... well I have never trusted anyone anyway... You have your orders... XO you have the conn."
Several long moments later the Silent Sister pulled up alongside the Auroragon's airlock. Once the ships where connected Nyaidia followed by the five engineers and flanked by two Blackguards on ether side. The Blackguards where female and wore a skintight black armor covered by a hooded cloak as black as night. Each one had a pistol and short sword tied on her belt. Nyaidia wore her black uniform with a pistol an her thin deadly sliverblade tied on her belt. The engineers where three male and two female they wore simple red jumpsuits and each carried a backpack full of tools. They where unarmed.
"Permission to come aboard?" Nyaidia asked as the airlock doors opened.
On the the Bridge of the craft named the Silent Sister Nyaidia spoke to the holograms of 7 Lakkadians.
The one in the middle spoke. "The conclave approves your request and you are to find out everything you can about this ship and the people on board. Also we know they seem friendly.... but keep your guard up. Good Luck Commander."
With that the holograms vanished and Nyaidia was left alone. Activating her comm she gave her orders. "The five Selected engineers and my Personal Blackguards will meet me in the airlock... Keep your weapons peace tied... but don't tie them too tight... they seem peaceful... but after those pirates... well I have never trusted anyone anyway... You have your orders... XO you have the conn."
Several long moments later the Silent Sister pulled up alongside the Auroragon's airlock. Once the ships where connected Nyaidia followed by the five engineers and flanked by two Blackguards on ether side. The Blackguards where female and wore a skintight black armor covered by a hooded cloak as black as night. Each one had a pistol and short sword tied on her belt. Nyaidia wore her black uniform with a pistol an her thin deadly sliverblade tied on her belt. The engineers where three male and two female they wore simple red jumpsuits and each carried a backpack full of tools. They where unarmed.
"Permission to come aboard?" Nyaidia asked as the airlock doors opened.
"Permission granted," Joruv crackled over a speaker in the airlock. Opum and Phetalia jumped back as the airlock doors woooshed open allowing Nyaida and her guards on board. At sight of the bodyguards Phetalia and Opum took a hard step back. Those chicks were scary. From their all-black attire to holstered weapons at the hilt, Opum considered never even so much as looking at them out of the corner of his eye wrong. Phetalia, though intimidated, had to admit there was something impressive about the display of femme bravado.
"What's that?" Phetalia questioned the last of the engineers as they filed through, referring to their backpacks. Part of her wondered if they had any new games- but she knew better than to ask.
"This is so jet!" She gushed under her breath to Opum who eagerly nodded. The two followed the party of aliens as they made their way towards the bridge, jumping ahead to press the right buttons to open the right doors. They finally arrived at the bridge. Opum and Phetalia both had smiles plastered ear to ear as they scrambled to be the one to hit the button, to open the door of the bridge of the Auroragon, for the first time, to anyone other than the survivors of Norvnu.
"What's that?" Phetalia questioned the last of the engineers as they filed through, referring to their backpacks. Part of her wondered if they had any new games- but she knew better than to ask.
"This is so jet!" She gushed under her breath to Opum who eagerly nodded. The two followed the party of aliens as they made their way towards the bridge, jumping ahead to press the right buttons to open the right doors. They finally arrived at the bridge. Opum and Phetalia both had smiles plastered ear to ear as they scrambled to be the one to hit the button, to open the door of the bridge of the Auroragon, for the first time, to anyone other than the survivors of Norvnu.
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