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Post by Circe on Jul 2, 2019 17:16:17 GMT -6
"You have an error is what you have." Rei said hearing the glitch as she allowed herself to slowly come down to rest with both feet firmly planted on the ship deck. Shaking her head and chuckling as Sprinkles rammed herself into ceiling, it seemed that the bug had vastly over estimated the gravity. "Yes low gravity, the passenger is a grounder." She added motioning over to Rachel. "Rachel, Sprinkles. Vice versa. Sprinkles is a Gardener, but we just call her the bug or Sprinkles."
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Post by demikara on Jul 2, 2019 17:59:34 GMT -6
A gardener huh? She had never heard of them. she waved cheerfully. "Hi Sprinkles! I like your color." Pink was definitely the best color out there, and everyone knew it. Well, everyone but Harkov it seemed. She had been admittedly a little shocked with a giant pink think had shot across the room, but wow. This was fun. She must use some kind of translator though, given the glitch heard.
"I'm on board until we find a place with a good circuit."
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Post by littlekreen on Jul 2, 2019 19:14:48 GMT -6
Sprinkles crossed her arms pointed down fluffy antennae limp behind her the speakers doing just that for her, "No error. I was surprised and profanities in Brown Quietus do not become good text. It does not befit a seeker. I apologize!"
Uncrossing her arms offered one suede hand to Rachel as the speakers spoke for Sprinkles, "You can use whatever name word you like! Gardeners do not really use them except for the speaking races. Many like my color some of the humans call me Pinky! You are a racer? We do not have races on Sopitae the mountains are steep and gravity is high. Maybe someday on the ring station!"
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Post by Circe on Jul 3, 2019 15:54:47 GMT -6
Rei just rolled her eyes and shook her head, the bug obviously seemed to have more manners than she gave it credit for.That alone however, wasn't why she kept it around. The two had reached some sort of agreement, whether they were apt to acknowledge it or not. Sprinkles enjoyed tinkering to a degree, and Ghost Dance was always in need of something fixed; usually more than one single person could handle, largely automated or not. "Look, I'm glad you got those things fixed.. but we are kinda in a bit of a hurry to get out of here. Ski bunny here picked a fight with someone who may or may not have more resources coming."
Rei knew the unspoken laws of the underground and outlaws, the ones with the guns made the rules. With Rei's current amount of firepower severely lacking on several fronts, they were wise to begin preparations to pull out of the system. Even if that ment sacrificing valuable dock time to see to repairs and resupply stores.
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Post by demikara on Jul 8, 2019 15:56:58 GMT -6
"Lean towards may not. But there are some big names who get upset when you win and they lose, so Harkov has a good point." It depended on who she pissed off. It had been one of the bigger races and she already knew she had pissed at least one team off. At least she had already collected her winnings. And with no one to share it with, she should be good. Seriously, it was hardly her fault.
"Where should I put my bags down at? My bike?" Where the hell was she going to stow that at? Hopefully not on the shuttle. This was going to be fun. Suddenly moving was not ideal.
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Post by littlekreen on Jul 9, 2019 4:02:49 GMT -6
Soft suede hands shook flat side to side then Sprinkles remembered to nod instead, "I will start undocking and preflight! I finished connecting making the White Quietus transliterator for Spectre. I can see controls from here."
White Quietus, something of a neuroform language like telekinetics, required a bit more interfacing for anything used to dials and switches. After she'd built the device and filled the decryption reservoir by proboscis it took a bit of tinkering to configure. It let a mind perfectly willing to taste colors interface with something that preferred concepts to remain far more sane. As yet only a few basic systems were wired to the terrarium behind a looking glass which expressed the system concept. While Spectre got sane commands out of one end they preferred the commands on the other side were more flexible. A very particular sort of self-preserving stability common to neural networks. While possible to visualize on a console what she was doing in the control mindspace only a full jack expressed it all.
Enough there to get what she needed done until at the bridge in her minds eye added rotation to the full moon that was the docking bay and nudged it aside to its zenith of full lockdown. A tangent of her focus kept aware of how happy one moon of many was with its task Sprinkles visibly scratched a position on multicolored grass. Impulsing the seed she'd put there to grow. Seed expressed along nearby choral hums of various sensor readings across the network. The small tree that sprouted a collection of consoles along the engineering network. Within it another terrarium more akin to a rock garden of intermittently flowing water that was the engine power.
One hand stopped to point to a wall where a very large hand-cannon stuck there by mag-anchor. Not the least one for human hands the Nemesis-H5 was a rare Gardener ultraheavy gauss pistol. One could only fire it with mag boots and an exoframe unless made of sterner stuff and glue for feet. Identified simplest as Gardener by its complete lack of external interface. While rare sold only well-equipped mercenaries if Nemesis really liked them. A seeker got both a free pass and clandestine shipping.
Sprinkles held up a hand to indicate to the mindspace not to listen, "Should I keep my gun ready? Might we be boarded?"
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Post by Circe on Jul 17, 2019 17:09:39 GMT -6
"You know I'm not going to tell you no, Sprinkles. Just don't fuck up my ship." Rei said shrugging. She would readily admit that the gardener was handy to have onboard, and it did save her the headache of some of the maintenance required to keep such a large ship running. The tasks were split largely evenly between the two, and with a third onboard, potentially more could be done. That was if Rachel didn't jump ship the first station close to a semi populated system they came across.
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Post by demikara on Feb 13, 2021 18:17:39 GMT -6
"They'd have to figure out I was in space first." Rachel pointed out. "It's not like I left a note. And I can send a message to my cousin once we're no longer in orbit around the planet, right?" She was fairly sure that was a thing. "So it won't be until he gets it that anyone even knows I'm gone." They could probably track her down to her shop. That much wouldn't be a surprise. But unless they found a witness willing to talk who had actually paid attention, well. They'd have no idea she was even on the shuttle, much less where the shuttle went. The biker was more concerned with starting over. She had good money in her account from the biking, but it wouldn't pay for a berth forever, and she'd want some start up money on whatever planet she was heading to.
And that would be expensive, she was sure. "So I don't think we'll be boarded." They had some time at least, though at least some of it would be eaten up by them having taken six hours to get here. But it wasn't like you could travel straight up and get to the right ship anyway.
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Post by littlekreen on Feb 13, 2021 20:48:59 GMT -6
Sprinkles inherited a few mannerisms from humans by exposure and nodding was one of them. It jiggled the stiff fronds of her antennae but lacking any facial expressions as they did tend to exaggerate everything else. Two thumbs up with her top hands the other reached back toward her pistol. Faint emission from her person left its mag-clamp to detatch from the wall and though it started to fall in the low gravity lurched away from the floor then upward over to Sprinkles outstretched hand. Since recovering from the bout hiding from some man in a freezer she'd regained the meager strength she had in her mind's eye. Meager at best compared to any of the brooding matriarchs and most other telekinetic humans she'd heard of.
One habit Sprinkles still had was that of leaving while still talking at people. Her cushioned transceiver dropped to the deck after being detached. A short crouch and a look upward sprung away to invert with her feet on the ceiling. Moves in low G as less difficult for one born to cling to walls as it was hard to fly in low G. Hands outstretched to the maintenance tunnel a soft metal slide echos from inside.
The transceiver broadcast a computer-generated monotone voice from the floor, "Then we should go before Rachel's enemies get better ideas! I try not to hurt a good boy, Rei! Where do you want me? I just need the tools I brought."
While at times the pink bug sounded as if treating the ship and its AI as a diminutive pet it was more an expression of her eusocial role bubbling through.
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