Chaotic System - Playground 1, *triumphant music* Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: I expect that you have read the background in the planning thread and have a character listed on the character thread. If not, please do both. . Also, do as we do in the other RP, and list character name and location above each post.

Let the games begin!

IC

Rann and Syke Viann, Research Space Station, in orbit around Mars

Rann stood by his workbench, creating some unkown object that might make it to the coveted spot in his 'used' pile, meaning that someday, he just may find a use for the invention. But more than likely, this, as over half of his other creations, will go into the scrap pile to be made into something else.

"What are you doing?" Syke asked Rann, coming to a halt beside his younger brother. He picked up a black metal object and inspected it. "What is this?"

Rann slapped his broter's hand without looking up from his work. "No touching!" he scolded, accepting the object back from Syke and putting it back down; still not looking up.

"What are you making?" Syke asked again, more insistently.

"Nothing." Rann answered as he put on a proctective mask, not to protect his eyes, because they couldn't be hurt, but just his face in general. He began welding two pieces of the black metal together, drowning out any conversation for the next minute or two.

Syke was getting extremely frustrated with his brother. "What are you making?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"It's for the ship." he answered, holding up the finished product. It was black and sleek, obviously to match the metal interior of the engine room of their ship.

"What does it do?" he asked. The object had a series of pipes protruding from a box, which had a pump inside. He scratched his head, utterly confused.

"Look." Rann said, pointing to the pipe on the top. "Here is where our engine coolant is going to go; because it leaks anyway. Anyways, it goes down through this box, where it's pumped back out into the main hold where it belongs."

"Why didn't you just patch the leak?"

Rann blinked a few times; Syke couldn't tell if he was turning on the record option or the zoom. "Because that isn't as fun, and it wouldn't allow us to do this." he replied, pointing to a smaller pipe that Syke hadn't noticed before. He turned a valve on the end and smiled. "It will also make the coolant drinkable; I put in a series of filters and lined the inside with some toxin-neutralizing chemicals."

"That's useless." Syke said with a scowl.

"We'll see how useless it is when we get stuck in space with no water." Rann answered as he pushed by his brother with the invention in hand; all that was left was installation.

Syke sighed and followed.

When the installation was complete, and Rann had a sip of coolant, they went into the Research Area to look for their sister.

[Channler]

Juac Anderson
Bridge of the DragonBeak, Dry Docked at HDF Space Station V-6905 "Triumph"

Space. Open, abound with much. Yet so little at the same time. Stars fluttered to and fro, but very little other then their gigantic bodies fill the eternal void. It was something to despair for most, however Juac thought nothing of it as he peered out into the emptyness.

The deck was fairly empty, save for the few technicians and late workers. Most had returned to their bunks to sleep, as if they needed it for the uneventful day that was to come. It had been four months to the very day when the last contact in this region was made with the Rykar, and for many it was a blessing, to others, like Juac, it was simply uneventful.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" A voice sounded behind Anderson, "Space that is." The voice took the form of Master Seargent Caroline Butrea, lead corpman on deck.

Juac kept to himself yet nodded. He peered at the vessel approaching the DragonBeak, a mechanics platform he would of imagined.

Slightly agitated the Master Seargent spoke, "Well, theirs my ride.. See you around Lt." She didn't salute, but that didn't bother Juac, in fact it never bothered him. It just bothered his stiff necked drill seargent from boot camp, but for all he knew that stuck up bastarde was dead.

Juac sighed, and turned around, the emptyness of space would have to be thought about later. He had a breefing in several minutes anyways. With that he left the command deck.

This post has been edited by Channler: Oct 5 2005, 02:43 AM