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.

[gamer10]

Arthur, On the wasteland Earth

Bending low over his work, his hair slightly obstructing his view, he connected the pieces and stood back with a sigh of relief.

Gazing upon his finished project with pride, he grinned. She was beautiful, yes she was.

Putting together his own cruiser hadn't been easy, but it had been worth it. The shiny outer armor sparkled in the hazardous rays of the sun.

He remembered the old tales, the ones that had passed down the generations. Earth had been a wonderful place, but the corruption of people, and the greed for little pieces of paper had caused industry to expand. Dumping pollutants at an exhilarating rate. Along with the birds and the bees, the Ozone layer had passed.

A call brought him back to the present.

"Arthur, sir. We have an approaching convoy."

Arthur spun around just in time to see a Private salute, and he took the time to return the salute.

"A convoy? I don't believe any diplomatic meetings have been scheduled for today. Try to attempt a communications link, and tell it to halt it's progress."

The soldier frowned, but contained his posture.

"We have already tried sir. They are attempting to block any atempt at communication. My guess is they are pirates."

Now Arthur frowned, Pirates were quite the nuisance.

"Are they attempting a landing here."

"Yes sir, I do believe so."

Arthur drew his Desert Eagle and took off down the sealed hallway of the F.F.A. base.

Coming to a halt at the docking bay, he could see the Pirate ship looming overhead as he took a defensive position behind a crate. Other soldiers had followed him out and were waiting for the ship to land.

This post has been edited by gamer10: Oct 5 2005, 04:09 AM