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Post by Circe on Apr 6, 2019 15:44:19 GMT -6
Rei raised an eyebrow at Rachel's comment about the ship's color. "Pink? You really are a grounder aren't you ski bunni?" She commented bluntly. The color had been a tactical decision, allowing it to blend in when parked on the darkside of a moon or other planetary body. Rei wasn't in the business of being found or seen; and she was going to do everything she could to make it difficult.
"But yes... I think the ship is quite nice myself." Rei agreed as she reached across the dash to press a button. "Initiating docking sequence now Specter." She said before placing her hands back onto the controls and lining the ship up to dock.
Docking sequence initiated. Welcome home Mistress.
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Post by demikara on Apr 8, 2019 18:23:00 GMT -6
"Rude." Said ski bunni grinned. "I've been off planet before. At least once I'm sure." She shrugged. She wasn't exactly the sort of person who went to space often. There were plenty of grounders. She was just one of them. Rachel waited patiently as they docked, watching what was happening. "So these things take a crew right? Who all is in yours?" As far as she knew only the smallest of ships were the ones who could only be crewed by one or two people. This one didn't seem like a small ship.
She was curious to know who all she'd be on the ship with.
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Post by Circe on Jun 25, 2019 17:29:09 GMT -6
"Uhuh.. sure.." Rei snorted with amusement. Sure the other's feet had left the ground before, in fact it was routine with the way the hoverbike had worked. But this was a little bit different. It was railing against the forces of gravity, space, and time. Things that technically humans were not meant to be able to manipulate. However, Rei did so anyway; and with the best of them even.
"Yes and no. I've managed to set up my ship to be largely automated through the use of AI and other sensor suites." Rei explained as she guided the ship into the dock. The movements looked like they were second nature to her, and it was very much apparent how much time the woman had spent in the pilot's seat. Perhaps not with shuttles, but the guidance and navigation of craft were where Rei's talents shone the most.
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Post by demikara on Jun 25, 2019 18:33:48 GMT -6
"Nice. Must be lonely though. Hell I'm lonely as hell half the time and that's with my family popping by regularly." Her family was a tight knit bunch. Her cousins looked out for her, and her gramma ruled the roost with an iron fist. Well, an iron pan, but the point remained. The grounder watched as they docked, more curious than not. "This is nice. Lots more computer use for flight than I'm used to, but it is a more complicated machine." She expected the controls to be more complicated.
Burns stinging, Rachel pulled some pain killers out of her med-box and downed them. They were low grade but they would help.
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Post by Circe on Jun 25, 2019 19:05:03 GMT -6
"You get used to it." Rei replied as she guided the shuttle into it's docking cradle. The ship settled into the cradle with a grinding thud of metal on metal as the anchors took hold on points along the hull. "My family is.. complicated. Let's leave it at that." She added after a moment as she reached up and flipped over a few select switches and before running a hand through an entire bank of the switches not far from Rachel.
"Wait for the airlock to cycle, unless you like explosive decompression."
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Post by demikara on Jun 26, 2019 12:15:13 GMT -6
"Everyone's family is complicated. My cousin Manny is an idiot, for example, and complicates everything he touches." But he was one of her idiots. He just had too many kids through too many women. At least he took care of them. "And I'll pass on the explosive decompression. Where are we going, by the way?" Off planet was her goal. On a planet with illegal racing was her next goal. Sure she could just become a hoverbike mechanic, but the racing was much more lucrative. Besides, she liked going fast.
The freedom of soaring through the skies, not even gravity holding her down, of taking her life in her own hands? That was what she lived for. Being a mechanic was something she was good at, but racing was her life.
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Post by Circe on Jun 26, 2019 15:26:40 GMT -6
"Sure, sure." Rei said distractedly as she watched the locks slowly cycle, percentages of nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide slowly rising to a level that would support life. The temperature in the bay also began to rise as well, it was still likely to be cold, but it would be tolerable enough to work in and unload. "Next stop is Vega Abbidon 10, it's more of a station than an actual planet. I don't think the planet is even inhabitable, but I've got enough supplies to get us there and then we'll have to reup." She explained as she reached up to push a button and turn over a switch; both making satisfying clicks in the silence of the shuttle.
"Looks like we're good. Gravity gens haven't kicked in yet, but we're safe to exit the shuttle if you want."
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Post by demikara on Jun 26, 2019 17:48:56 GMT -6
"They won't have what I need then." A station. Sheesh. She needed an actual planet if she wanted there to be enough room for illegal racing. "And I've never been in null grav before." She eyes the lock curiously. She could find out what it was like now, if she wanted to. "Anything I need to know before I try it out?" She was sure she had been to space once. When she was a toddler or a small child. Rachel was very much a grounder, so this entire experience was going to be new.
Hopefully she could afford berth until they found a decent planet. Worse came to worse, she could do shuttle repair too, though she didn't have nearly as much experience there as she did on hover vehicles.
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Post by Circe on Jun 26, 2019 18:37:39 GMT -6
Rei just shrugged. "I can't think of anything." But then again Rei was an off-worlder who spent most of her time in space. Going dirt side was a rare occasion, and usually resulted in trouble or picking up strays like Rachel. She hadn't planned to pick the girl up, but things had happened and now she seemed to need a way off world. That way happened to be with Harkov and her ship.
"And what is it you need ski bunny?" Rei asked curiously as she unfastened her restraints and allowed them to float back and away from her body before she pushed herself out of the pilots' seat.
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Post by demikara on Jun 27, 2019 15:25:47 GMT -6
Rachel undid her own restraints and pushed herself out of the seat gently, though she held onto the back out of caution. She grinned at the sensation. "Okay this? This is cooler than a hoverbike." She was in the air without a bike under her. Laughing, she gently pushed herself to exit, though she missed soundly. "How do you...how do you navigate?" She held onto a handrail, knowing there was a laugh in her voice, and tried to figure out how to actually get to the door.
This was different. But the other had asked the question. "And I need a planet with a thriving underworld and an underground racing scene." She could get legit work anywhere, though it would be a pain in the ass having to start from scratch somewhere else.
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Post by Circe on Jun 27, 2019 16:02:59 GMT -6
Rei just offered another shrug as she moved past Rachel. "You get used to it." She said by way of explanation, and it wasn't much of one. Zero gravity was something that either you learned to adapt in, or you didn't. Grav sickness wasn't uncommon with newcomers to space; the zero g that many experienced once outside of a planet's atmosphere and no longer in a vehicle under thrust, resulted in severe disorientation, anxiety, headache, and nausea from the disconnect between gravity and zero g. "You're not tossing your cookies, so I'll take that."
Palming the lock mechanism, she swung with expert ease out into the shuttle bay, blue hair and clothes floating about her like she was underwater. "Specter, set cargo hold to point 0.166 g of gravity." Rei spoke waiting patiently for an acknowledgement from the ship's systems. Uneasy seconds passed by before a chime echoed across the bay.
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Post by demikara on Jun 27, 2019 16:07:43 GMT -6
Rachel managed to escape the craft and grinned as she joined the other in the cargo bay. "Do people throw up in zero g? Because that sounds disgusting." This was fun, not nauseating at all. Rachel was enjoying herself. This was new, but exciting. Still, it looked like Harkov was activating the gravity, if slowly. That was probably a good thing. Sudden activation would likely end up with her ending up on the ground with a rough landing.
Specter must be the Ship AI that Harkov was talking about though. That would be interesting. She had only ever dealt with the more rudimentary AI systems in existence.
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Post by Circe on Jun 27, 2019 16:28:14 GMT -6
"Some people do. There's some sort of argument between their brain and the rest of the body, can't say I really understand how that works, I just know that happens." Rei replied sounding a tiny bit annoyed with her latest passenger's multitude of questions. The other woman seemed to have a never ending stream of them, and Rei was more concerned with getting everything resolved before leaving orbit around the planet.
Slowly the gravity began to increase within the shuttle bay, staying at a moderate half a g, similar to the gravity on the Sol system's moon Luna. "If you're done with the 20 questions game, we need to start preparations for leaving orbit."
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Post by demikara on Jun 30, 2019 12:43:59 GMT -6
Rachel let herself touch down and grinned. "I'll hold my questions." Though she had so many! A space craft was wildly different from her hoverbike. "Let me know if there's something I can help with." She doubted it. She was a grounder and was going to be a grounder again, once they got to a decent planet for it. This was basically a fun vacation, if she ignored the fact that she was having to start over with nothing more than her tools, her bike, and a bag of clothes.
That was depressing to think of. She resolved to focus on the trip instead, and not the reasons why.
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Post by littlekreen on Jun 30, 2019 13:57:01 GMT -6
Some mechanics had a profound distaste for small cramped tunnels though not this one. Hunched inside a small duct with two nearby toolboxes busily serviced one of the reserve life support shunts. Between her abilities able to find micro-fractures and her telekinesis to unscrew things inside parts made some complex repairs easier. However when system activity started going up thumped her head on the top of the duct. Which wasn't far given she was on her hind end working around her knees or on her lap. Tools started to thunk back into their slots as Sprinkles put them away. Harkov was back! She was just running checks now after replacing a worn seal so could leave her tools clamped to the floor.
Sprinkles, a pressure-tolerant creature, bent back scuffing the o2 tanks of her rebreather on the ceiling. 1 Atm to zero wasn't a problem if you still had air. Sopitae went anywhere from three to one depending on elevation. Minimal G engaged in the area already escaped her notice when as an access grate slid upward along a wall.
Thus her ever banal text to speech app came across speakers a little cut off, "Rei! I hasdhgghionhhahgg [Error]"
The loud bass of her wings certainly accelerate as she prepared to support her weight for 1G. Instead emerged in .16 that thrust wildly overshot required lift. With the rapidity and muscular contraction of sudden panic erupted upward to a metal ceiling. Smashed back first wings splayed dangles by a single foot. Sturdy enough her head just shook off the shock pink fuzz drifting down. This time just flipping about and leaving her descent to gravity.
She waved as the emotionally banal voice came over room speakers again, "Low gravity? I finished durability checks for the emergencies in this section. You have a passenger?"
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