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.

[ShogunSniper]

Mark Ringwalt -- Outside of Space Station Triumph

Mark flew through space never straying too far from the space station. He grew bored over the past few days and yearned for battle. He had to get his mind off it somehow...

Feeling cocky, Mark flew in dangeriously close to Triumph and skimmed along the surface of it, showing off to anyone who happened to be looking outside. He flew between various towers, antennas and satelite dishes for a while before realizing he had a briefing soon.

Mark quickly piloted his way back to his hangar and landed hastily. He threw off his helmet and ran for the exit realizing he would be late if he didn't hurry. Walking down the hallway, he noticed an old friend of his was up ahead and jogged to catch up with him and patted him on the back.

"How ya been, Juac?"

[Channler]

Mark Ringwalt -- Outside of Space Station Triumph

Mark flew through space never straying too far from the space station.  He grew bored over the past few days and yearned for battle.  He had to get his mind off it somehow...

Feeling cocky, Mark flew in dangeriously close to Triumph and skimmed along the surface of it, showing off to anyone who happened to be looking outside.  He flew between various towers, antennas and satelite dishes for a while before realizing he had a briefing soon.

Mark quickly piloted his way back to his hangar and landed hastily.  He threw off his helmet and ran for the exit realizing he would be late if he didn't hurry.  Walking down the hallway, he noticed an old friend of his was up ahead and jogged to catch up with him and patted him on the back.

"How ya been, Juac?"

Juac Andrews
Space Station Triumph, Rykan-Human Border

Juac, while being quite absent minded heard Mark, and to which replied in a monotone voice,
"Fine. I suppose you have come for the breifing?" His eyebrow rose.
"Well, you missed it. 1600 hours, not 1700." Juac shook his head from left to right.

"Your lucky there so few of us, or else you'd might be out of a job." The few of us part was hinting back at the Battle of the Blind not but less then a year ago. More then half of the 501st was wiped out.

The two pilots were coming up on the enterance to the living quarters, but Juac didn't enter, but took a seat out in the cafe' area.
"The commander said that the 501st will work in conjunction with the 83rd Hellcats in a rather large patrol into Rykan space. Why? He didn't tell us, but I'm not liking the sound of it.."

This post has been edited by Channler: Oct 5 2005, 09:25 PM