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Post by demikara on Sept 1, 2018 19:55:50 GMT -6
The Orion Causeway dance intensive was one the premier ballet intensives in the galaxy. It had cost an arm and a leg to go, and she had managed it only through the grace of a scholarship and fundraising. But still, she was going off world for a dance-intensive and there she'd get to train with professionals and improve her technique with the best of the best! There had been an audition to even get to go to the intensive so she was glad to be selected, but it did mean a long ride in a space liner with multiple stops. She had an alarm set for the anticipated docking time for her to get off, but the trip was going to be long going there and going back. Luckily, she had reserved a room, and so she could wait there. She wasn't comfortable around too many adult without one she knew there as well. Some of them could be serious creeps, given her young age, barely old enough to travel on her own like this. It was safer to stay in her reserved room. It had cost extra, but she had managed to raise the funds for that as well. she was going.
The long ride through space though, was boring, and they had left late in the day. Yawning, Nadya Alexeev laid down in the bunk using her tote as a pillow and fell asleep. She'd need to save up her energy for the intensive as it was, and besides, there was little else to do. She could play games on her tablet which was nearly dead, find her way to the cafeteria and eat there, or just rest. A teenage girl, she gladly chose rest. Black hair blended in with the black of her dance bag, stuffed with the leotards required for the camp and a track suit to wear over them if it was colder there, or they had to go into public. She curled up, dressed in her pink track suit already, the gear of dancers everywhere, so far as she could tell. It did a good job of keeping her comfortably warm at least, rather like the blanket that she pulled over herself did.
Some time later, her tablets battery finally died. Minutes later, her alarm would have gone off as the ship docked to unload cargo and disembark passengers and do the same in reverse. Not a crowded liner, no one discovered the teen still asleep in the room as the ship took off, with new passengers and new cargo. The next stop was Langara and it would be the last stop for several days as the ship underwent maintenance.
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Post by Fife on Sept 2, 2018 18:50:18 GMT -6
In preparation for overhaul, the Caprica City transit authority, along with the Caprica City police conducted their routine check of the transport for stowaways; in preparation for the liner to be taken for maintenance. It was becoming more commonplace for foreign liner companies to use entities like Tech Con, and other local Aschen companies to perform long due overhauls, much to the chagrin of the Imperial Government.
The two officers checked cabin by cabin, but it wasn't the officers that would find the young stowaway, rather one of the cleaning crew, an older woman from the frontiers of Tauron, olive skin and dark hair, cleaning starships to support her family back in Tauron.
She slid open the door to the bunk, a young woman sleeping from the looks of it. The woman canted her head, and stepped into the cabin.
"Ypárchei kápoios edó!" The woman cried out. "Someone's in here!"
It wasn't long before two Police officers stepped into the cabin around the cleaning lady, their uniforms neat and tidy, accented by polished silver badges, polished silver trim leather sam browne belts, crisp leather duty gear with a stun baton, disruptor pistol, hand binders, and some other assorted equipment, and baseball caps that read "CPD" on the front, in silver embroidery.
"Quid hoc est?" 'What is this?' The woman asked her partner, the man simply shrugged before the woman turned to the young girl.
"Tu habere itineris documentorum? Ubi sunt parentes tui?" 'Do you have travel documents? Where are your parents?' She asked again, keeping a friendly demeanor, and extending her hand.
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Post by demikara on Sept 3, 2018 5:30:02 GMT -6
Nadya woke up at the sound of someone shouting. "Wha-" She paled drastically. "Oh no, I missed my stop!" The dance intensive! She pulled her documents out of her bag just in case, with no clue where she was at all. She didn't catch anything of what the first person said, but there were somewhat terrifying people in uniforms here. Lucky, her translation thing, whatever it was, she had never figured out, caught enough that she could almost make sense of what they wanted. 'You have - documents? - - your parents?' Right. She held out her documents, passport and her ticket that had the destination on it uncertainly.
"I don't speak what ever you are. But uh..." She hesitated and parroted what little she had heard. "habere documentorum. But no parentes. Hoc est Orion causeway?" She shook her head as she said parents trying to communicate. The more they said, she knew, the faster she would learn what they were saying. Unfortunately, she couldn't help the pace she learned and unless they kept speaking, she wouldn't be able to keep communicating. "If you keep speaking, I'll learn it but you have to keep speaking." She only spoke Terran common and Russian naturally, though she had picked up several other languages by delivering newspapers in Gambit's, which had tended to attract foreigners. This was not one of them.
At least the uniformed people sounded nice, even if she had no real clue where she was or what they were saying. The teen would keep trying, but she did need them to speak up. Luckily, some of the words must have been similar to words in other languages she knew. The teen had never really known how it was that she could pick up languages, but right now, as with her previous space adventure, she was really glad she could. If they showed her something written, she'd likely be able to understand most of it fairly rapidly. That almost always went by very quickly.
Right now, she really hoped she a) wasn't in trouble, and b) could somehow make it to the intensive regardless of the mistake. She didn't have much hope of either though, knowing her luck. At least she was fairly certain this wasn't a smuggler somehow, unlike her last space adventure. That lady had definitely been a smuggler, no doubt about it. Her ship's AI had been nice enough, and she hadn't fallen behind on her school work, thanks to it's help, but still. Definitely a smuggler. These appeared to be some kind of police officer? The ball caps and uniform suggested that, as did the rather terrifying batons they had.
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Post by Fife on Sept 3, 2018 11:35:46 GMT -6
The pair of officers looked to each other briefly, whoever this girl was. She was clearly lost.
The male spoke into his radio, several short phrases in Anquietas while the female checked the documents she was provided.
After a moment, he pulled out his datapad, checked the passenger manifest, and the girls itinerary, comparing it with the travel documents he had taken.
"Your passport is current, Terran, but it looks like you missed your stop." The male said, in common this time, while passing the documents to his partner, who slid them into the breast pocket of her uniform.
"Come with us so we can get this sorted out." The officer said, as a third police officer stepped into the cabin.
They spoke in Anquietas once more, the first male instructed the third officer to take Nadya's bags to be searched, so they could take her to the customs office for processing, and questioning.
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Post by demikara on Sept 3, 2018 11:42:49 GMT -6
"Oh no. the dance intensive...." She had to get to it. It had been too expensive to risk losing out on and she had worked so hard. "Can I contact the people I was supposed to meet?" Good, they did speak common. She listened carefully as they spoke. They...her bags? Oh, they probably wanted to go through her bags. "I have my duffel and a small rolling bag in the closet." The rolling bag was mostly toiletries and a few changes of clothes that weren't ballet related. She stood and smiled. "I have to go to the..." She made an educated guess. "Customs office, right? Can I call the intensive first and let them know what happened?" Surely she could be on her way and back to the right place soon. "Ah, where am I, by the way?" She hadn't paid attention as to what the next stop would be. It hadn't been relevant to her after all.
This was embarrassing. Hopefully it wouldn't take long. As it was, she was incredibly nervous. Please let her spot be held for her! Maybe she'd be lucky and jsut miss the first day, which would be horrible of course, but dance intensives rarely meant you had to come every day. It was just suggested after all. Of course, if she overworked herself, which was always possible, she'd need a day off. Nobody ever wanted to admit they had done that though.
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Post by Fife on Sept 4, 2018 14:20:30 GMT -6
"You'll be given opportunities to make phone calls in due time; we need to take you to customs so you can be processed, and get you off this transport so they can start maintenance." The first officer said, reaching out in an attempt to lead Nadya out of the cabin.
The officers paused, conversed amongst themselves briefly in Anquietas, and then turned back to the young girl to answer her question. "You're in Caprica City... On Langara... the Aschen Empire?" The Officer said, like it should have been obvious.
"You don't have a visa, and you shouldn't be here... so to avoid any further problems, we need to get you to customs, so you can be processed." The officer insisted. "When you're taken to the detention center, you'll be allowed to make whatever phone calls you need."
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Post by demikara on Sept 4, 2018 15:45:24 GMT -6
"Aschen Empire?" Her legs went weak and she stumbled. "Detention Center?" The was more a squeak than anything else as her legs gave out on her entirely and she found herself rather suddenly on the ground legs folded under her. It was an automatic move, one practiced many times in dance class. It was also sudden, jarring, and unexpected. She was where! She couldn't be here, she couldn't! She didn't belong here at all, didn't want to be surrounded by the people who had killed her parents and half destroyed her planet. Shaking violently now, Nadya gave up being poised entirely and began to sob in sheer terror.
She'd never get home now, ever. They were going to throw her in jail and she was going to be stuck there forever and ever until she died after they tortured her again and again until they had broken her perfectly lovely dancer's feet and she'd never dance again and never ever see her guardian again, or Bo, or anyone from Terra ever!
This was definitely hysterics.
Far away, from Terra's moon, a ship came to life in response to the hysteria.
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Post by Fife on Sept 22, 2018 22:45:06 GMT -6
"Come on; let's go." The Officer said, reaching down to take Nadya by the upper-arm, and pull her to her feet. They needed to get her off the transport before the cleaning crews arrived. "Holding section three... notify the Shore Patrol we're bringing one in, stowaway." The second officer called into the radio, as they tried to escort the young woman off of the transport.
If they managed to physically assist her, she would soon find Langara's sun bearing down on her, as they stepped off the transport, and onto the tarmac of the spaceport. The skies were a brilliant blue, with the blue-green orb of Pangar hanging lazily on the horizon.
The footfalls of the officers were in lock step, even if Nadya couldn't keep up. Two more armed guards in Aschen pattern urban camouflage stood there to greet her at the far end of the landing pad, they opened the door for them, as a cool, crisp breeze blew across the spaceport.
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Post by demikara on Sept 24, 2018 15:22:45 GMT -6
Nadya let them pull her up and sniffed, then rubbed at her eyes, keeping up by dint of taking extra steps so she could. The teen looked around and frowned rubbing at her eyes. "I'm not a stowaway. I have a ticket, I just missed my stop." That was not stowing away. The fact that they were being met by armed guards made her shrink into herself however. This was more than a little intimidating. Did one teen really warrant armed guards? It wasn't like she was all that dangerous either. Nadya didn't even like stepping on ants!
She swallowed and looked around, more scared than she would like to admit. But she had her trick didn't she. The teen reached deep inside her for the part of her that could handle anything, the part she wasn't supposed to remember. Her eyes flashed teal for a microsecond and she let the knowledge of how to handle this settle over her, along with a good deal more bravery.
Far away, the ship jumped into hyperspace and came straight for the aschen planet. That was fine. Nadya knew it was on it's way now that she had accessed the other her, the her that wasn't supposed to be there at all. "Can't I just buy a ticket to my dance intensive?" She asked, still more frightened than not. The Aschen were...they were frightening people.
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Post by Fife on Sept 29, 2018 22:23:54 GMT -6
The walk into the spaceport itself was a long one, the two stone faced officers didn't make small talk, they simply escorted Nadya through the spaceport, and directly to the customs desk, which had a almost no line, as few foreigners still dared to travel into the Aschen Empire.
The customs officer was a middle aged man in a dark blue uniform, the pin of the Ministry of Defense rested on his right lapel, along with a diamond shaped rank insignia.
"Missed her connection and ended up here?" The officer said boredly, having received the report almost immediately via EVE.
"Passport..." The man said flatly, the officer handing all the relevant documentation he had taken from Nadya earlier. "Terran?" He said, offering a slight chuckle. "Must be pretty disorienting, missing your connection and ending up here..." He examined the passport closely, before he stamped the passport, and returned the documents back to Nadya. "I've issued you a tourist visa for the week, should give you ample opportunity to book another flight to your final destination. I've logged your biometrics into the system... if you could just look at the yellow light." He said, pointing towards a light above him, where her face could be logged into facial recognition.
"No contraband.. no declarations... Currency exchange is down the hall, near the exit. There's a hotel right across the street... and a telephone plaza just down the hallway... I'm sure your family is worried sick." The Customs officer said.
"Alright Miss Nadya; you're free to go."
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Post by demikara on Sept 30, 2018 11:19:57 GMT -6
"R-right." She walked on, and took her bags back, then swallowed and headed to the telephone banks. Right. It was going to be okay. Her first call would be to the dance intensive, to let them know what happened and that she would be there within a day. And then she'd need to figure out how to- Oh. There was a chip in her arm. That was right. Hopefully they accepted that here. So that just meant she needed to figure out how to get a ticket. The teen headed over to the telephone bank and fumbled with her tablet, before she found the number.
The phone call was quick. They'd hold her spot for her. And now she needed a ticket back there. Right. Where did she go for that? Nadya looked around and bit her bottom lip. The weird language thing really only worked with the spoken word. Uncertain, she also reached along her mind to the ship and made it stand down. She needed to get to the dance intensive. It could take her back to Terra, but she wasn't risking it in Aschen space.
Also, she apparently had a ship. She apparently had a lot of things and could do a lot more than she thought, but right now, she didn't have time to think that over. She needed to get a ticket. Uncertain, she made her way to where she assumed tickets probably were. It looked like a customer service counter at least. She really wished she could read the signs. That would have made everything much better. But she couldn't and that was fine. She just had to figure it out using context clues. Carefully, she made her way to the counter, still in terror of being on Langara, surrounded by Aschen.
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