Taylor decided to drop the conversation for now. She wanted to head back to her cabin and catch some shuteye before they arrived at their destination. "Eh, nevermind. You can tell me later, Jag. Gonna go try and get some sleep. Nice to be working with you." she said with a smile, as she backed away towards the door.
She spun around finally, then headed out of the Bar/Mess hall. She walked into the Crew Quarters a few moments later, having crossed the ship, and noticed a faint blue aura coming from one of the rooms. She stepped over and peeked in. Amelia and Vakarus, meditating. She smirked a tad, before heading back to her room.
She stepped in, laid down on her bed, and drifted off to sleep.
"Then watch." Said Vakarus as his memories were shown to Amelia, channeled through the staff.
The Vakr of planet Adanis. Proud. Strong. Generations of tradition and rigorous training. Honor. Duty. Dedication.
Natural warriors, the Vakr found new comrades. The Gad'r. Together they lived in prosperity.
The Vakr gave the Gad'r strength, in return they were given knowledge.
Amelia could feel a sudeen sense of awe as memories of the first contact with the Ayr appeared in her mind.
Awe as the large metal vessels birthed by the stars themselves landed.
The Ayr were kind and saw the potential of the Vakr and the Gad'r.
They were gifted with knowledge and a promise of protection from those beyond the stars
Vakr of Vakrosia were gifted the knowledge on how to become even better warriors
Gad'r of Gad'rani were gifted the knowledge on how to make the world of Adanis grow.
The people grew and expanded rapidly. Trade was flourishing.
Vakr had mastered the art of psionics. Gad'r mastered the art of science.
Then came jealousy. The Vakr wanted more. War. Anger and contempt. Frustration.
Darker times. Regret. Regret from Vakarus. He had done something unforgivable. He had not yet forgiven himself.
Suddenly all the memories vanished and Amelia regained her deep sense of calm.
"That is the Vakr, Curious-one. Just like you shared your memories with me I have now returned the favor."
"Well thanks for the beer...Hey I still don't know your name. Mind telling me that?" Silvia said as she gently placed the half empty Mug on the counter.
[Heading to bed irl.]
For a few minutes he had drew the men and women today. From the conversations he had heard in the bar he conclude their races and names without even meeting them personally. Abrax charted down each member into a racial category. So far he had 7 races: Human, Android, Ayr, Kanad, Sanghvi, Vak'r, and then En'jyrl.
This would be handy later to study their anatomies and other things. But on the other hand had good impressions on what they were in the first day. The first man that spoke to them was a Kanad named Rask. He had no doubt that Rask seen through some harsh experiences judging by the appearance and tone in his words. Abrax just wondered if he might prove unreliable.
Alex Koronov, at first sight he's laidback and cool tempered. Though Abrax hasn't seen his darker side yet but overall acted as the relief deadpan snarker. He isn't going to like him.
Next was the Genki Girl: Amelia. Simply put she was out of place in this line of work. She was akin to a small child but Abrax felt that there was more to her than the show she put on today. Perhaps he will look into as it was inevitable due to Science and Medical sharing a room.
Then the Ayr called Yuga was rather interesting. He tilted his head to wonder any other possible Ayr abilities.
There was also the Sanghvi, Jag he called himself and no Abraxas didn't believe in calling Jag an it. He or she will just do. Jag like other Sanghvi had more experience and combat adaptation. Abrax was actually surprised to see one in a company like this. Then if so, that would make Jag a stray and different than the others.
Abrax then took out measuring tools and glasses on the center table, pulling out green herbs and activating the machinery to get things going. Then for some security measure he looked into finding a portable camera, maybe one that could link to his holoband.
((We should get a tv trope page for this soon, not now, but soon.))
Amelia has a rush of emotions in her body from the history of Vakarus' people. She then lets go of the staff and wakes up. Her body is so calm and relaxed that just seconds later, she falls asleep on the floor, right there. She never felt more at peace before, it overwealmed her.
[Also falling asleep IRL. my characters just gunna sleep on the floor if thats okay. You can just carry me into my room if ya want instead. I'm too tired to write more. Goodnight.]
[QUOTE=M.C.;49744631]((We should get a tv trope page for this soon, not now, but soon.))[/QUOTE]
((We already got a wiki page being worked on. TVTropes page which we made during the previous thread got super-cluttered and it became a real pain in the ass to edit in new stuff.))
Vakarus slolwy rose up, placed his staff leaning towards the wall. He then carefully picked up the sleeping Amelia. Despite his size and armor he moved quietly across the hall towards her room and gently placed her on the bed with a small blanket ontop.
He closed the door and went back for his staff before going for a round on the ship.
As he stepped into the medbay he spotted Abrax. "Greetings, Masked-one."
"Go away." Abrax said.
Vakarus chuckled and held up his hands. "Easy Masked-one, I will not disturb you any longer." Vakarus then left the man alone as he ventured to the bridge currently occupied by Owen Neasha.
"Greetings, Scaled-one." Said Vakarus to which Neasha responded with a nod. Vakarus then sat down in the chair controlling the weapons onboard the ship and started running diagnostics.
Alex had fallen asleep due to the meditation he tried. Never was good at keeping awake. Still, he felt like an ass for loosing his cool. He looked at the time and made a note that he should start preparing food. He entered the kitchen and began to set up everything for the meal. Nobody bothered with his request from earlier, so now he was have to play it safe. No exotic spices.
Naesha was kind enough to install a radio in the kitchen, so he turned that on, to hear what was on.
"This is GNN with our special series on the conflict now known as "The Oracle war". This week we're focusing on the mercenary factions who joined the war. While we do know that many mercenary troops joined the war for fame and fortune, many groups declined any form of interview except for three of the major players."
"The first interview is with a spokesman for the Gold dusts. He had this to say."
"People know our reputation and should know why we took the job. Although in hindsight we never should have allowed ourselves to be aligned with a known terrorist at the time. But hindsight is always 20/20 isn't it? The whole operation was a tottal mess with communications breaking down the instant we landed. We have managed to recover our standing in galaxy however and we can assure our clients that we are in full control once again."
"There is talk of a new Mercenary union to help stabilize the situation. Any insight you can share?"
"None."
"The second interview comes from commander Rollonso of the Boome marines."
"Oh, that death trap. The only good thing to come out of the whole debacle for us were the peace keeper contracts with the SDF among other things."
"Yes, your organization had a surge in popularity after the war. Going so far to have your fallen be remembered in Valley of heroes on Mars."
"Making friends with war heroes gets your foot in the door. Working together with them ensures the partnership is beneficial for both of us."
"We know you are currently engaged with the Divinity's creed. Any information you can share with us?"
"That is classified. You'll have to do your own leg work."
"One more question. Is there anything you can say about the talks for a new mercenary union?"
"For now it's mostly talks. Vary few people like the Golden wave are working on fixing what others broke. Although I hear that they are leaving the merc business to focus on more humanitarian deeds."
"Our final interview from comes from Executor Mordecai of the Death Vigil group."
"Ahh yes, the Oracle war. How do you come up with these names? I don't remember anyone talking about any "oracle" at the time. Although I do remember every two bit journalist and blogger getting their opinion in about the war. Was it just? Was it unjust? Who cares, it's over and done and the galaxy has two less problems to worry about."
"Which were?"
"Well the first is obviously the Crimson Sun. I would have hoped that you did your homework considering the information that flooded the net as more was uncovered. I'm honestly surprised that you ask me that."
"Well, to be fair. Much of the information is speculation and sketchy at best. But who or what was the other problem?"
"Why Saw of course. Oh don't give me that look. The man was powerful and dangerous and the privateers posed a bigger threat than you could imagine. And you wouldn't believe how much influence he still has. His name is actually spoken in hushed tones among my colleagues. Like some boogieman that will rise from the grave and take you down to Hell if you piss him off. Ridiculous."
"You were not a big fan of him?"
"No I was not."
"Anything to share on the talks about a new union?"
"I am busy laying down the groundwork. It's up to the others to join this little venture. But I do believe they will come around once the dust settles."
"Can you shed any truth on the rumors of illegal AI research?"
"This interview is over."
"We now return to our scheduled broadcast. Up next. Classics from the 2280s."
Silvia has been wandering around the ship for the past few hours, trying to remember the layout on board the ship. It wasn't much actually, the bridge is at the nose, cargo bay and crews quarter on each side in the corridor before the bridge and the rest was routine. This is certainly a fine ship, she has seen bigger ones in her previous career but this wasnt that big to cause her to get lost.
With nothing better to do, she decides to head to the armory to check if it was actually as shitty as she had heard, but not before heading to the kitchen to grab something to drink
"Oh hey, didn't see you here."
Alex was so busy, that he didn't notice Silvia walking in, until she spoke. "Oh hello there. Didn't hear you come in."
"It's okay, I'm just here to grab a drink. Do you know where the fruit juice are kept?"
"Second fridge on the left. Bottom row. You don't want to drink whats on the top row."
Yuga had awakened from a brief sleep and got up from the bed.
With renewed energy she decided to finally get her work underway.
She put on her coat and put her scabbard on her belt, leaving her room for the bridge.
Upon entering she looked around to see who occupied the bridge at this time.
The Serek sat in the captains chair, most likely in charge during the absence of Rask.
Owen pilot the ship undner Neashas supervision and Vakarus was stationed at the weapons terminal.
Yuga walked down to the holotable and turned it on, showing the galactic map with the ships planned route included.
She took out her compass and activated its galactic map, complete with Yugas personal voyages through unmarked space.
She compared her own map to the ships to see if there was a route that she had previously taken that could suggested to Neasha to shave of a few parsecs from the journey, saving both time and fuel.
"What's wrong with the top row? Spoiled milk?" Silvia said as she walked towards the second fridge.
"No, Just 15 different kinds of hot sauce ranging from 'hot and spicy' to 'oh god, my stomach is on fire'. Name is Alexander by the way. I don't think we properly met."
"Greetings, Yuga'ayrin." Said Vakarus as Yuga positioned herself at the holotable. The title 'ayrin meant "of the Ayr" and was always used by the Vakr when speaking to the Ayr.
Yuga slowly Turned her face to Vakarus, who stod at the weapons terminal on the upper tier.
"Greetings, Exile. May I ask why you have angered the empire?" her voice returned.
Vakarus disregarded the fact that Yuga didn't refer to him properly and for being so blunt. He smiled.
"I instigated a continental conflict and massacred hundreds from the Gad'r people, something I deeply regret doing. Ever since then I have worked to atone for my crimes and appreciate our vast world."
Yuga looked back to the galactic map.
"Atonement is a good start for what you have done." she said, closing the compass and absorbing some vapors.
"A shame, really. Your kind showed potential, it's quite unfortunate that your actions have denied them a honorable position within his majesty's empire" her voice sounding in the usual emotionless tone, with a slight hint of gloating.
[QUOTE=kilerabv;49745340]"No, Just 15 different kinds of hot sauce ranging from 'hot and spicy' to 'oh god, my stomach is on fire'. Name is Alexander by the way. I don't think we properly met."[/QUOTE]
"Silvia, security details. And I don't really worry about the initial spicyness, the thing I'm more worried about is the way it goes out." Silvia said as she picked a packet of assorted mixed fruit drink from the fridge.
"If you say so, Yuga'ayrin." Vakarus then calmly left the bridge, having completed his diagnostics.
He went for the armory and began sparring against a practice target in humanoid form.
Vakarus let out a series of controlled strikes on the target all the while remaining completely silent.
"I'll just forget that last part."
(( Sorry Infab, I kinda dozed off while replying and fell asleep. ))
Despite saying and pasting off as fully overcoming the gravity shift, it's effects still the Sanghvi quite fatigued. It's troll was starting show more and more as Jag tired to move.
Jag took an look to Taylor and simply chose to simply end their conversation without saying an word, Jag would try to continue it sometime later. But now, Jag needed to do something to what the soft-carbon called 'meditation'.
Through fairly different, it had vaguely similar effects but was mostly needed to fully adapt to this vessel's artificial gravity and to put it's earlier mental encounter with Yuga to rest.
Jag exited the bar shortly afterwards and slowly walked through the long corridors of the ship, making sure to not move too fast or any sudden movements as heading to the clinic would be quite the inconvenience.
Eventuality, Jag found what It was searching for along side the vessel's most right hallways. One of the few non-cargo based air-locks in an working condition.
Before, exiting the inter compartments of the ship. Jag sent it's employers an massage warring them it's limited opening.
"Commanders, I pardon myself for utilizing the airlock for an non-hazard or shipping purpose. But due to limitations of the Sanghvi from, adapting to the vessel's gravity has proved to quite difficult. As such, the gravity free environment of the airlock will be much needed for my adaptation, again I pardon for inconvenience on my part. Thank you." Jag relayed to the bridge before entering the airlock, making sure that bulk head behind it that lead to the rest of vessel was sealed before continuing.
Jag stabbed it's end of it's tentacles into the metal floor, making sure it was fully secured and wasn't going anywhere for this excise.
Then after several moments, the chamber begin to depressurize. And then slowly open to the reveal the void, the shields holding to make sure that anything trying to exit the vessel would teared apart at an quantum level as the ship flew at FTL speeds towards it's destination.
In sprite of the potential danger, the sight and feeling of it was extremely reliving for Jag. Everything in past or the future pasted from it's mind, the tranquility of the present flowed through Jag's mind. Easing it's deeper fears and thoughts as the void and it were linked as one in that moment of that in time.
While the experience lasted for only a few hours, for Jag it felt as if several lifetimes started and ended in each moment. floating within the opened air locked as the ship parted it's course through the void. Completely unaware of it's own surroundings.
Afterwards, Jag returned to inner compartments of the vessel. Reinvigorated and at pace, it seek out the armory to practice combat movements within the Gravity on board. Before shortly finding the Vakr was preforming his own set of martial practice.
The Sanghvi looked on for the time being, waiting for him to start introductions if he so wanted rather then taking the initiative.
Vakarus could sense the Sanghvi observing him. He finished his attack on the target and then entered a neutral pose with his staff at his side.
"Adaan avok." Honor to your House. He bowed and then looked at Jag.
"Greetings, Mysterious-one."
"Likewise." Jag said, slowly walking into the room while keeping it's head focused on the Vakr.
"How's does an race like yours end in pirate vessel like this?", Jag said before stopping. "From what little records there are about your kind, none of your race has ever left their native system. Let alone sign into this kind of work."
"I made mistakes, mistakes I now atone for." Vakarus sat down on a nearby chair. "Few of my kind have ever left Adanis, none have returned. So are the rules for exile. Before me only a handful Vakr and Gad'r had ever been exiled for breaking the Ayr guidelines. When exiled, the individual is warped to a location of unknown origin. I myself was sent to Duroma where I met my current brothers and sisters."
Vakarus nodded towards Jag. "May I ask what brings one of your kind here, Mysterious-one?"
For a few hours Abrax has worked endlessly for remedies for his upcoming patients. Someone was bound to land themselves with no leg or a missing eye so he gathered all of the potions by catagory regarding race. Red was Human, Blue was Enyl Green was Ayr, Violet was Kanad, and Cyan was Sanghvi. Abrax labeled them with hard adhesive print explaining the details.
He stretched himself and took a sip at his caffeine drink.
Sorry, you need to Log In to post a reply to this thread.
