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- Joined
- Dec 21, 2018
Red lights flickered in the cockpit as a alarm blasted through the area, much to its occupants annoyance. Feline ears flicked as she riffled through a manual, her hands moving quickly looking for proper protocol to at least get her junker of a ship to stop screaming at her so she could call a mechanic to fix her recent purchase. The ship was practically ancient, but it's all she could afford. It didn't help that it's interface was entirely different from the enchantitech launchers she was used to working with. The os on board not only proving AI free(a problem she had planned on fixing on her own), but it was entirely void of any source of magical output she could attune herself too.
A finger taps her shoulder, making her whip around to greet the disembodied hand floating behind her. “What d'ya need mitzy? Now's not the time for goofin’.” Twin tails tap the metal floor of the room as yet another screeching sound rips through the flickering cockpit, causing the Ferroxi woman's ears fall flat against her head as she quakes with the sound.
The hand points at a button, one flickering a shade of blue on the wall, and without thinking she nails it; her hand hitting the button with more force than absolutely necessary. In a flash the lights and sounds stop, and the blonde finds herself sighing in relief as she looks at her gloved companion.
“Good thinkin’,” She tugs at her top, the cropped yellow material showing her mid-drift as she settles down onto the floor. Seconds later, Mitzy carries her holoscreen to her, the enchanted hand operating on it's own. As golden eyes gaze at the screen, it springs to life, a female voice ringing out as the sprite-like Ai inside begins speaking.
“You know, you're not supposed to fly this thing without at least crew according to law subject...” Auria tunes this out, knowing the interspace travel laws like the back of her hand after having them drilled into her by an instructor, so she certainly didn't want Burroughs, the sprite-like ai she kept, to drill it even further. “or fly at all with a massive malfunction.”
Blonde eyebrows shoot up at that last bit, ears going forward as her clawed hand pulls the screen closer to her face. “Massive what?”
“Massive malfunction. Somethings wrong with the ship, master.” Auria groans, head falling back against the wall as she dwells on those two words. That wasn't good for her or her plans. Her plans had been to install Burroughs and then get a partner, but with something out on the ship, there would be a definite delay in those plans.
“Can't you scan the ship to tell what's wrong with it at least?” The woman's voice is exasperated and breathy, her pupilless golden eyes closed as she waits for an answer.
“Negative. I would need to be installed to do a full diagnostic scan and analysis.”
Great. Just great. Mitzy held onto Auria's hand in comfort as her twin tails flicked in annoyance, her face contorting with emotion as she dwelled on her options. “Are there any mechanics in the area who are qualified to work on this model?”
In a flash the holoscreen in her flickered as Burroughs performed a search. “One. But you're not going to like it master.”
“Hit me with it.”
“There's one J. Silver, t,” Auria's heart stops dead cold, tuning out Burroughs entirely again. Silver. A name that usually meant it was tied to those nutheads from The Order of Steel. She'd dealt with their kind before, their nasty distaste for magic being ingrained into her being as she corralled clerics under the service of the Morning Lord well away from their grasps, and made sure to avoid them herself. Her blood curdled at the thought of dealing with one, the sorceress knowing that she was likely to get mocked or turned away, but what other choice did she have? She couldn't just buy another ship, not on her meager savings at the moment, and she needed it if she was going to be able to take jobs as a mercenary.
“Master, are you alright? I told you would not like it, but you insisted on knowing.” The sprite appears on the screen again, her paper white skin contrasting with her ebony lips and pitch black eyes, face showing signs of concern as Auria looks at her.
“I'm fine. How do I reach him?”
“That is the tricky part...."
-----
Boot clad feet walk into the bar, her utility belt showing off the electron whip and a sharp dagger she kept at her waist, a gentle warning to others she wasn't one to be messed with. Auria had been sure to tuck her spell casting focus into her knee high boots, the folding fan tucked away from sight. A pair of gloves covered her hands as well, concealing the tattoo upon her hand that branded her as a faithful to the Morning Lord. If she could hide her magical nature from the one she was seeking, things would certainly go smoother, but she still needed to dress like she belonged there. Donning a simple yellow crop top and a pair of leather pants, she felt like she was blending in just fine with the crowd she was greeted to.
The place is packed, the Smokey scents of cooked meat and good ales filling the air, the dim lighting calmed her, her eyes quickly adjusting to it comfortably, no longer straining to see in the brightly lit streets outside. Walking inside, she feels a hand dance over her exposed skin, a tipsy man tracing over her bare belly before she hisses. The display gets the dark haired kitsune to pull his hand back swiftly enough, and she notes he's handsome, but she's here for business, not pleasure. She'll have to leave him alone if she's to succeed in what she wants to get done.
Swiftly making her way to the bar, she orders a mug of mead, the bartender handing it to her simply as she looked around.
“That's him, in the corner there.” Burroughs voice rang through the earpiece she had in, catching her attention as she glanced in the corner. Sure enough, there sat a man who mostly matched the description she'd been given by Burroughs before entering. Turning to the barkeep, she flashed a smile, showing her pearly white fangs off as she ordered another mug of mead. As soon as it founder it's way into her gloved hand, she began moving towards the corner, twin tails moving behind her with her gait.
“You Jay Silver? Drinks all yours if you are.” A gloved hand tilts the mug of mead gently to emphasise her point. “If not, I reckon I can be convinced into sharing.” Golden eyes winked at that last part, despite the bile in her throat. She didn't trust the stranger as far as she could throw him, doubly so if he was who she was after. However that didn't mean she could throw her manners out the window, not yet at least. After all, being hostile would only escalate things.
A finger taps her shoulder, making her whip around to greet the disembodied hand floating behind her. “What d'ya need mitzy? Now's not the time for goofin’.” Twin tails tap the metal floor of the room as yet another screeching sound rips through the flickering cockpit, causing the Ferroxi woman's ears fall flat against her head as she quakes with the sound.
The hand points at a button, one flickering a shade of blue on the wall, and without thinking she nails it; her hand hitting the button with more force than absolutely necessary. In a flash the lights and sounds stop, and the blonde finds herself sighing in relief as she looks at her gloved companion.
“Good thinkin’,” She tugs at her top, the cropped yellow material showing her mid-drift as she settles down onto the floor. Seconds later, Mitzy carries her holoscreen to her, the enchanted hand operating on it's own. As golden eyes gaze at the screen, it springs to life, a female voice ringing out as the sprite-like Ai inside begins speaking.
“You know, you're not supposed to fly this thing without at least crew according to law subject...” Auria tunes this out, knowing the interspace travel laws like the back of her hand after having them drilled into her by an instructor, so she certainly didn't want Burroughs, the sprite-like ai she kept, to drill it even further. “or fly at all with a massive malfunction.”
Blonde eyebrows shoot up at that last bit, ears going forward as her clawed hand pulls the screen closer to her face. “Massive what?”
“Massive malfunction. Somethings wrong with the ship, master.” Auria groans, head falling back against the wall as she dwells on those two words. That wasn't good for her or her plans. Her plans had been to install Burroughs and then get a partner, but with something out on the ship, there would be a definite delay in those plans.
“Can't you scan the ship to tell what's wrong with it at least?” The woman's voice is exasperated and breathy, her pupilless golden eyes closed as she waits for an answer.
“Negative. I would need to be installed to do a full diagnostic scan and analysis.”
Great. Just great. Mitzy held onto Auria's hand in comfort as her twin tails flicked in annoyance, her face contorting with emotion as she dwelled on her options. “Are there any mechanics in the area who are qualified to work on this model?”
In a flash the holoscreen in her flickered as Burroughs performed a search. “One. But you're not going to like it master.”
“Hit me with it.”
“There's one J. Silver, t,” Auria's heart stops dead cold, tuning out Burroughs entirely again. Silver. A name that usually meant it was tied to those nutheads from The Order of Steel. She'd dealt with their kind before, their nasty distaste for magic being ingrained into her being as she corralled clerics under the service of the Morning Lord well away from their grasps, and made sure to avoid them herself. Her blood curdled at the thought of dealing with one, the sorceress knowing that she was likely to get mocked or turned away, but what other choice did she have? She couldn't just buy another ship, not on her meager savings at the moment, and she needed it if she was going to be able to take jobs as a mercenary.
“Master, are you alright? I told you would not like it, but you insisted on knowing.” The sprite appears on the screen again, her paper white skin contrasting with her ebony lips and pitch black eyes, face showing signs of concern as Auria looks at her.
“I'm fine. How do I reach him?”
“That is the tricky part...."
-----
Boot clad feet walk into the bar, her utility belt showing off the electron whip and a sharp dagger she kept at her waist, a gentle warning to others she wasn't one to be messed with. Auria had been sure to tuck her spell casting focus into her knee high boots, the folding fan tucked away from sight. A pair of gloves covered her hands as well, concealing the tattoo upon her hand that branded her as a faithful to the Morning Lord. If she could hide her magical nature from the one she was seeking, things would certainly go smoother, but she still needed to dress like she belonged there. Donning a simple yellow crop top and a pair of leather pants, she felt like she was blending in just fine with the crowd she was greeted to.
The place is packed, the Smokey scents of cooked meat and good ales filling the air, the dim lighting calmed her, her eyes quickly adjusting to it comfortably, no longer straining to see in the brightly lit streets outside. Walking inside, she feels a hand dance over her exposed skin, a tipsy man tracing over her bare belly before she hisses. The display gets the dark haired kitsune to pull his hand back swiftly enough, and she notes he's handsome, but she's here for business, not pleasure. She'll have to leave him alone if she's to succeed in what she wants to get done.
Swiftly making her way to the bar, she orders a mug of mead, the bartender handing it to her simply as she looked around.
“That's him, in the corner there.” Burroughs voice rang through the earpiece she had in, catching her attention as she glanced in the corner. Sure enough, there sat a man who mostly matched the description she'd been given by Burroughs before entering. Turning to the barkeep, she flashed a smile, showing her pearly white fangs off as she ordered another mug of mead. As soon as it founder it's way into her gloved hand, she began moving towards the corner, twin tails moving behind her with her gait.
“You Jay Silver? Drinks all yours if you are.” A gloved hand tilts the mug of mead gently to emphasise her point. “If not, I reckon I can be convinced into sharing.” Golden eyes winked at that last part, despite the bile in her throat. She didn't trust the stranger as far as she could throw him, doubly so if he was who she was after. However that didn't mean she could throw her manners out the window, not yet at least. After all, being hostile would only escalate things.
