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.

[DoomedOne]

(OOC: I heard somrthing about long posts)

Wes Hansek
PW Bridge - Milky Way Asteroid Belt - Docked to an asteroid off of Ganymede Trade Route

Wes Hansek shifted comfortably in his seat, hitting a few buttons so it was adjust to him perfectly. He sat wearing a regular polioxon t-shirt with some suspenders and some jeans over his bare steel feet. He stared out his hand, concentrated, watching a blade shoot out and forward from the side. He made it move forward add back, and whick up and down, then go back, concealed in his hand that looked perfectly real. It was his way out.

"Lebbon, pop off a censor," (I called them sonars before remembering space was a vacuum) Wes said into the comm.

"I'm tellin' yah Captain there aren't no shipments coming through this way. They had something like ten trading ships pass through yesterday, two of them were those massive Scrap Barges. All the Docks in Ganymede are filled up taking the load. No ships are going to be leaving today," the comm. said back.

"Pop one off," Wes said again.

"It's fifty creds a shell, and we haven't got a single hit in two weeks. We gotta conserve," Lebbon insisted.

"Yes Cap'n, I think we shouldah went to that other spot, the one near Io. It's not far, we still have plenty of fuel to get there," said another voice into the comm.

"Pop one out," Wes said again.

Seconds later he saw a bright circle ripple out on a censor-screen. It painted a picture of all the asteroids in the area. Wes studied it lazily.

"See, what'd I tell you, nothing here," the comm. said.

"Zoom in on fourteen sixteen," Wes said into the comm. while he himself adjusted the censor to zoom in on a certain location. There, in the screen, a tiny ship slipped between two asteroids.

"Bah, its just a friggin's cog, Captain."

"Well we're taking it."

Nicholas Archer
Frigate, "Pearl Dagger" - Docking at Space Station, "Archer II"

"Alright Pearl Dagger you're clear to land," the tower man said.

The Frigate began angling itself into the port, and large clamps came out to lock into it, slowly bringing both their gates together. A seperate controller in the gate brought it forward and locked it into the Frigate's gate, then set off the compression chamber. The doors opened, and guards stood on each side of the hall at the end of every corridor. Meanwhile Archer walked down accompanied by four guards, his cape whisking by his feet.

He entered the elevator with his guards, and flew down the Space-Station into his Hall. When he opened it, he saw two servants. "Hello Sam, Hello Skylar," he smiled and entered without his guards. With some small talk they worked their way to his chamber where he layed himself down and they poked their little hands in his back, fiddling around with his armor, detaching it from his spinal cord. They then locked his spine into a seat and allowed tiny little scrubbers to clean the individual holes in his back. While he sat in his cleaner they prepared his shower and his clothing. When he finished they attached a protective strip to his back, and he showered the grease off, cleaning his cuts and scrapes. When he walked out, they treated his individual cuts and allowed him to clothe himself.

When he finished, he walked, out, took a coffee, and began writing his Speech for the Council Meeting.

Meanwhile, Pearl Dagger was stripped away of all its scorched debrees and repaired. Wounded were shipped to the coma-tanks while the dead were shipped to the Organic Waste dump. Men in space suits crawled around with their laser-incision devices making repairs everywhere while a large crane was prepare to ship out pieces that were successfully detached.

"This is his ship?" one of the men asked as they made their way into the docks, where they spotted Archer's old heap of a fighter, in black pieces.

"Or what's left of it," his companion answered him. "Beyond repair again," he grumbled.

This post has been edited by DoomedOne: Oct 5 2005, 05:05 AM