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Rillitan is stood, alone for the most part, in the docking bay. He's outside the fuelling freighter.
Fauze drags himself into the docking bay, wings trailing along on the ground beside him. The tupai stumbles and collides with Varal's customs desk, moaning as the impact causes the cardboard sign to fall off the table, before he starts to drag his way Rill's way.
The tall Timonae appears to be checking a station that is raised up alongside the fueler, he doesn't initially notice Fauze.
Tiana Ryoleli is taking a snooze up on top of the Laughing Fox, one leg hooked down into an access hatch. Evidently she was trying to be helpful, but alas, mechanics and engineering aren't her strongest points and while perusing some manuals and schematics on Fox's database via her datajack, evidently she fell asleep. As she shifts her hat slips off and tumbles towards the ground at a featherfall.
Fauze makes sure to groan extra loud, so that everyone knows he is in a state of pain. Pain! Well close enough for him. "Is what time is what time is what time is this?" The tupai mumbles, rubbing the fur beneath his visor, that's right, he sleeps with his visor on.
"Don't speak squeak." Rillitan replies to Fauze flatly, turning his head to glance backwards at the Tupai, "Don't have your translator, do ya?"
"...Rill...Rill!" Tia calls out in her sleep, dreaming about something or other, one arm slumping off her stomach to clang lightly against the Fox's hull.
Softly, softly her hat drifts down to settle on the docking hub's deckplates.
The tupai stumbles forward to try and catch Tia's hat, but he miscalculates a step and trips on his wing, landing directly under the stray piece of clothing. "Fauze is wish is not born." He tells himself after a moment.
The Timonae turns back to the console he was standing at. After a moment more, he grunts and taps a control pad on the side of the console, which slowly lowers down into the ground to allow the floor to close over it entirely. Rillitan makes sure he stands clear as it does so.
A Fauze in a chapeaux! Tres chic.
Her other arm slipping off her stomach, Tia manages to startle herself awake as her knuckle meets the Fox's hull at such an angle as to give her nerves a bit of a twinge. A small yelp as she bolts upright, twists her leg a bit and slips forward on her stomach, foot caught in the hatch.
Fauze scuttles, hat on top of him, using his wings to drag him forward towards Rill, muttering darkly in Hekayan.
Rillitan might be ignoring Fauze, but he catches wind of a commotion on top of the Laughing Fox rather sharply... almost as if he'd been listening out for it, but that would imply some sort of invested interest. He turns, eyeing the ship carefully. "Hey wings," he aims a hand in Tiana's direction, "Mind making sure she's alright?"
Tiana Ryoleli squirms and flails just a little, but the poor dear just woke up and she's drowsy, so this is soon left off as a waste of energy. Instead the girl sighs, taking a moment or two to try and get the fuzzies out of her head.
The tupai collapses at Rillitan's feet, and seems content to stay there for a moment. Perhaps he'll go to sleep and wake up back on Kamsho.
"Am I the only one not fallin' asleep round here?" Rillitan asks himself, looking between the Martian and the Tupai. "Fauze, buddy, I'm gonna have to stim you if you dun wake up. Pilot needs t' be awake, yeah?"
"Ah were dreamin' ah were bein' eaten by some sorta geared up automaton." Tia murmurs, sighing again and pressing her cheek to the cool hull, "Readin' manuals an' wot when s'all displayed in yer noggin make i' a damn sight easier t'fall asleep outta boredom" She squirms and wriggles a bit more, "Uh-- Love? Ah think m'stuck."
Fauze pulls the hat over his ears. "Just five more minutes, mum, I'll deliver it after lunch..." He mumbles, though who he's speaking to is unclear.
"Right." Rillitan says, looking slightly annoyed. "Hold on, Tiana," he runs over to the Fox, quickly climbing up the rope ladder that is suspended off the main hull for ease of access.
Pushing herself up onto her elbows awkwardly to try and get a decent look towards Rill, "M'sorry, love." Thunk, she settles back down against the hull, "Ah were tryin' t'be more 'elpful on t'mechanical side ah stuff since 'ere's lots a work in 'at area."
There's a small, squeaking snoring sound. It's coming from Fauze.
"Don't mind some, Tiana." Rillitan says with a light smile, "Are ye' coming with me an' t' bat to refuel?" he glances back down at the floor near the fueler and narrows his eyes. "Better yet, is he comin?"
Tia smiles back in turn, giving a small nod, "Aye aye, i'ma come wit'." A glance towards the snoozing bat, "Hurr, well ah 'spose 'e's comin' wit'. Might not want 'im pilotin', mind."
Tia is hung by her foot stuck in an access hatch atop the Fox, while Rillitan is heading up a rope ladde hung down the Fox's side to go help. Fauze is snoozing ways away, on the floor, with Tia's pageboy cap on his noggin.
"Fauze... is... coming... round... mountain... when... she... comes..." The snoring and possibly gender confused bat mumbles in between snores, the dull red of his visor covering sleeping eyes.
The Timonae reaches into the access hatch and easily pulls Tiana's foot out of the snag she managed to catch it in, making sure she's comfortable by holding her forward with his other hand. "Right. I'll get the freighter power systems on." Rillitan pats the girl on her shoulder before sliding back down the hull of the Fox, grabbing the ladder as he drops off the edge and quickly climbing down. Busy busy.
Filikan waddles out of the corridor, one of the resident kitties in his stubby arms.
"Thanks, Love." Tia murmurs to her rescuing Timonae, blowing him a kiss as he heads back down. Tia takes the internal route, closing the access hatch behind her and appearing from the airlock a few moments later. She takes the time to stretch while she meanders down the ramp.
Still snoring, Fauze's foot comes up to scratch at his waist, before he sniffs and mumbles something about pink dresses.
Rillitan runs off to the fueler, climbing up the boarding ramp and disappearing inside. After only a few moments, all manner of things start happening. The most notable of them are the engines powering up and the shipwide announcement. "All hands, all hands, the fueler is now disembarking from the Olympus proper. Any crew wishing to visit off shore on Comorro, please ensure you are boarded shortly - and by shortly I mean now."
It only takes a moment for Tia to get her arse in gear and head on over to the Fueler. She's even kind enough to scoop Fauze and her hat up along the way!
Fauze is woken as he's scooped up, but the cap falls over his eyes, so with a yawn, he might not realize it yet.
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There is nothing particularly interesting or unusual about Comorro Station's docking hub today. It is busy, ships floating in and out of Comorro's giant womb as traders and travellers alike pass through.
It appears that Willow's currently waiting for a shuttle, and despite all of the ones that are available, she's waiting. The girl sits on a chair, with her guitar case resting over her lap, which then has a medium sized package that's covered in brown paper.
A small engineer walks out from the Tradeport, heading back towards his ship; The Teamhair.
Willow shifts the package and guitar case a little, before she casts a quick glance around and slips a hand into her shirt. It's quick, and she withdraws a perscription bottle and quickly goes about unscrewing the cap and shaking out a couple of pills. Then, of course, comes the manditory dry swallowing of the medication before the lid is replaced and the bottle is returned to its hiding place again. A bored look forms on her features, and she slumps forward. "Borrrrred!" she chimes to herself, as if expecting her call alone to make all the difference. "Borrred!" However, upon noticing the engineer, she shuts up and cants her head to oneside and it's almost as if like she was trying to remember where she's seen the man.
Dement catches sight of Willow's notice, blushing somewhat and turning his gaze back. He passes closer, however, and slows down. "Can I help you, miss?" he fields across to her, arms finding a place behind his back.
"Unless you can speed up time, and make the shuttle I'm waiting for arrive quickly, I doubt you'll be of much assistance," Willow remarks to Dement, as she offers him an apologetic smile and a bow of her head. She regards him closely, and shakes her head. "Weren't you in that charity place yesterday?"
"I was." Dement says with a nod, taking a few steps over to the girl, as to make conversation a little easier. "They haven't gotten back to me yet."
"They haven't? Well, I'm sure they'll get back to you in a few days," Willow remarks to Dement. "Mister Zieg is most likely doing something old people do, and forgot about." She shifts the package and then the guitar case, before leaning forward a little to show that she is listening. "I'm sure we both know what old people are like, yeah?"
"It's a wonder, the guy must be, what? 130 year old, at least, for that kind of senility to affect him terribly." Dement quips lightly, "I couldn't imagine being so, uh, seasoned."
Willow gives a giggle to Dement's remark, and raises her hand up to her mouth. "Oh, that isn't nice!" she scolds, however the way her voice lilts, she's found it funny. "And yeah, I couldn't imagine what it's like to be that old." The teen sits in a chair, with a guitar case and a package wrapped in brown paper beside her leg. She's also speaking with Dement.
Not so far away from the pair, there is a small transport shuttle docked with a three-Lyiri crew outside. Breaking above the noisy atmosphere of the docking hub is difficult enough for a party, let alone only three, but a riotous cheer manages to do just that. They appear to be toasting, gathered in a circle with large plastic cups raised into the air. Together; they howl, whistle and drink.
"He's not here." Dement replies lightly, before raising an eyebrow at the attempted commotion. "Well, they look to be having a good time." he chuckles at the sight of them.
Naoi exits from the Aukam's Light, sword and scabbard held in her right hand, her longcoat thrown over the bandaged midsection. With the trousers, eyepatch, and barefeet she could very well give the appearance of a swashbuckling buccaneer, though it is not an intentional thing so much as an appropriate one considering the glare she directs at the Lotorians. Well, glare is unfair. Glower is more descripitive.
Naoi's exit from the Light is missed, as Willow's attention is also drawn towards the cheering Lyiris. "Yeah," she says in agreement to the man she's speaking with. "They do seem to be having a good time. They most likely just won a game or something." Her head cants to one side, and a smile plays on her lips as she watches them with a curious air.
The pack disbands for the moment, with one particularly inebriated Lyiri attempting to travel across the docking hub. "Someone turn the gravity off?" he queries, before falling flat on his face. The other two cackle loudly from their place next to the shuttle. "New name - Lightweight son of Kaba?" one suggest to the other. "I'll drink to that!" the other replies, and they do.
"I do wish Comorro didn't translate everything all the time." Dement says lightly, "It would be fascinating to hear their language in such a different mood to the usual sober rigidity."
Naoi watches the Lyiri as they stumble about, inebriated but merry and most importantly peacefully so. She exhales, an audible release of breath that follows a visible relaxing of tense muscles as she suppresses any negative emotion and nods at the gathered patrons that inhabit the docking bay.
"Oh, it is rather interesting to hear, if they don't deliver it telepathically," Willow remarks to Dement's observations. However, when the Lyiri kisses the deck, her brow creases and she does look a little worried. However, she doesn't run over to aid him. "Oh, I wonder if he's alright?" comes her soft uttering that's laced with a hint of concern. She remains seated, and hangs her hand over the edge of the chair to check to see if the package and guitar case are still there, and they both seem to be. The approaching woman is given a long look, and she seems to consider something.
"You /humans/." the drunken Lyiri drawls, from his place on the floor, "Stop *hic* chittering at me. STOP LAUGHING!" he pushes himself off the ground, dusting himself off and wavering towards Dement and Willow as best he can. "Coming to Hiverspace like you *hic* own the place! Ruini*hic*ing Comorro station! Ruining our entertainment! Ruining business, *hic* eh?" his tail flicks. The cat draws a big Lyiri grin, "You sure make good wine, though!" he raises the plastic cup, which is empty.
"I think he's alright." Dement murmurs in reply to Willow shortly after the Lyiri's display.
Altor powers up, his sensors coming online. As the last memories of his earlier period of alertness play through his mind, he emits a few chuckles.
Naoi just listens to the Lyiri's spiel, though it is obviously not meant for her as he advances on Willow's and Dement's position. If she is perturbed by his words, she hides it well.
"I think you might be right," Willow remarks softly as she offers a nod to Dement, though her attention shifts towards the Lyiri that's approaching. The downsides aren't addressed, as she continues to just smile casually at the drunk. "Oh, I would not know, sir," she says politely in reply. "I'm not allowed to drink. However, there's so many drink and food options we have brought with us, and I look forward to seeing what the amazing chefs of the multiverse have to offer by blending cuisine of the different universes." Her eyes dart in Naoi's direction, then back to the Lyiri.
"Eh?" the Lyiri manages, in reply to Willow's comment, and it is quite obvious that she is not the source of his attention - he's more concerned with the apparent lack of drink in his cup.
The other two Lyiri have made their way over now, pulling up behind the other and both giving equally wide grins at both the humans and their companion's behaviour.
"Does anybody *hic* want more drink? I'll go get some. Ye*hic*ssi*hic*ir. Yes. Yessir." he pauses, looking unstable for a moment before regaining his composure and nodding. He pushes past his friends, back towards the shuttle.
"I hope so." Dement touches on, quietly, while the Lyiri indulges himself. "I really don't," the engineer pauses, glancing across to Naoi and grinning slightly.
Dement, Willow, Naoi and three unnamed Lyiri (who are pretty drunk) are currently standing near the entrance to the tradeport. Altor is nearby, and has just powered up.
Naoi follows the Lyiri with her eye, but seems content to leave what is a peaceful ending to be exactly that. Nothing more, and nothing less. She does catch the glances thrown her way, and offers an expression that she seems to find humorous, if that very faint twitch of her lips is any indication. "Tis another reason why I do not drink..."
The large starfighter begins to break apart, the forward fuselage forming into a pair of arms while a head rises from the main fuselage. The wings fold against the back as the engines split into a pair of legs, leaving a large robot in its place.
"No thank you," Willow says to the Lyiri that's gone to get more drinks for his companions, just in case she was accidentally included in that. The teen hmms and cants her head to the side and stares dumbly ahead, shifting a little uncomfortablely. "So, uh, did you guys win a game, or just, you know, celebrating for celebration's sake?" That's for the two Lyiri that are near her and Dement. A glance is then directed towards the human engineer, before the fight craft's unusual movements draw her attention towards it. She's puzzled somewhat, and looks like she can't find a correct explanation. "I think someone's ship's malfunctioning," she remarks to no one in general.
So the mouthy Lyiri moves back to the shuttle slowly, leaving the other two standing with the humans looking fairly amused.
"Too true!" one of them comments at Naoi's quip, laughing lightly.
"Don't touch it neither," the other states, equally as jovial, "Not a drop has passed these lips in over 15 cycles on B'hiri." he swigs from his glass. "Swear it on my mother's husband's brother's nephew's life."
"Whossat?" the other asks, putting on a mock frown for everyone else's benefit.
"That'd be me, Deki!" they both chitter away.
After a good laugh, the one that isn't Deki turns to Willow and grins, "We eventually got it!" he aims a paw at the shuttle, "It's ours and nobody else's. Not loaned none, look at it, splenderous, isn't it?"
Dement continues to grin in Naoi's direction, "You know you look like a pirate with that eyepatch on." He leave it at that.
Altor stands, yawns and stretches a bit, and clanks over to the group nearby. "Evenin' folks." he offers with a nod.
Naoi pauses at Dement's claim, "If I did not have the eyepatch on, I would look deformed. I think... that I, as they say, lose regardless of which I pick." Any hint of good mood has been swiftly swiped away, though she does nod politely at the Lyiri's continued banter before turning and disappearing back inside Aukam's Light.
Griss slips out of the tradeport, walking along slowly with his head down and his hands stuck into his coat pockets. The Grimlahdi's tail sways lightly behind him as he walks.
Willow looks towards the shuttle that's pointed out by Not Deki, and she grins. She seems genuinely happy for the trio of Lyiri, as she looks back towards them with a big grin of her own. "Oh, congratulations!" she says excitedly. "And it looks like a very fine ship indeed. I hope the profits keep on coming for you all." She inclines her head, and her attention is stolen away from Altor, so she doesn't notice Naoi's departure. "Uh, hi?" is offered in an uncertain tone as she looks up towards him.
Willow and Dement are speaking with two Lyiri, and Altor has just approached. There's also a package with brown paper beside the cheerleader, and a guitar case, too.
Above the heads of those in Comorro's docking bay arrives a medium sized freighter that seems fitted entirely to carry fuel, the largest part of which is the giant tanker that makes up it's abdomen. Along the side of this is the ships registry, the OLY. HONEY POT, which is painted in large red lettering and seems a recent decal compared to the thinning hull paint that covers the rest of it. The Honey Pot floats towards the fuelling facilities along the side of the docking hub.
Inside the cockpit of the Honey Pot:
"Rill, my Love." There's a slight pause as Tia, curled up losely in the nav station's chair, gives a long, leisurely yawn, "'Is fuelin' ship needs itself a coffee maker, i' does."
Fauze is curled up around the floor of the nav station chair, wings shielding his visor from the light of the cockpit. He mumbles in his sleep.
Rillitan snorts, "Needs a crew is what it needs." he glances across to Fauze and shakes his head, "I'm not parking her, girl. Can you wake him up?"
"A'right 'en. I' needs a crew an' a coffee maker. Right nah, needs a coffee maker, ah think." The Martian girl nods, nav chair swiveling around a bit before Tia reaches a leg down to nudgenudge at Fauze. She gives a little sigh, still tired herself, "Faaaaaaaaaaauzey."
"Damnit bat, I'll do it." Rillitan mutters before leaning forward and taking control of the ship once again.
"Yaaaaarg... Fauze is not hear more annoying sound..." The tupai grumbles, stirring he gets up and rubs his eyes with his wings. "Is there, yet?"
Leaning down, Tiana lifts Fauze up to stand him in her lap, "Nah Fauzey, we're here an' we gotta wake up or Rill's goan get a mite angry, eh?" Her translator is flicked on with a thought via her datajack, the Tupai getting a little poke in his tummy.
The tupai squeaks lightly as his tummy is poked and shivers, wrapping his wings tightly about him before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Is okay, Fauze is okay." The tupai says after a moment, chirping happily.
Rillitan grumbles lowly, looking across to the other two with a frown, "Am I the only one who takes a hard line with him?"
Both Lyiri laugh and nod to Willow. Deki raises both his and his friend's cups. "Here's to us."
The other falls quiet as Naoi walks off before glancing back at Deki, "Did you see that? Haha!"
Over at the aforementioned shuttle, the worse for wear Lyiri seems to have climbed in alright, although he accidentally shut the port hatchway on his own foot a couple of times.
"I didn't mean that in a bad way!" Dement says with a frown, calling out to Naoi as she departs him. He pulls a saddened expression, "I quite like pirates." he murmurs, looking back at Willow with a pout.
Altor perks at the word 'pirates'. "Pirates, huh? Personally I like to see pirates explode in gooey pieces when they meet the business end of my rifle." he says.
"Looks like you upset her," Willow says scoldingly to Dement and his pout. "Miss Cloth is awfully hard to upset and you hurt her feelings." She frowns and shakes her head. "I wonder if she'll talk to you again?" However, she doesn't stay that way for long as she gives Altor a disgusted look. "Ewww! That's sick! I bet you're one of those sickos who get off thinking about killing people." She folds her arms over her stomach, and glances away as she raises her chin a little indignantly. She doesn't interupt with conversation between the two remaining Lyiri.
A light begins to blink on the Lyiri shuttlecraft, and the engines seem to be powering up. The two with the humans turn, looking slightly bemused.
"What's he doing, Hika?" Deki asks.
"Uh." Hika responds.
The engineer shrugs, "I can imagine that the psychological make up of a giant robot spaceship would be quite different to ours, miss." he says with a slight smile, "Perhaps this is common?"
Griss slinks over towards Altor, and the others, and stands off at a distance so he can look up at the robot without craning his neck. The Grimlahdi flicks his tongue for a moment, then hisses under his breath. "I wouldn't want to be shot at with a rifle your size."
Altor looks down to Willow. "What? I was built to protect people from pirate attacks, so naturally I have a built-in need to see them obliterated. Why would I think about killing anyone else all day?" he inquires, truly astounded.
"It's still sick and very bad. Then who ever made it, should feel ashamed about it. Programming such sick and disturbing things into a weapon of destruction," Willow complains to Dement, as she continues to stare up towards Altor's head. "See, he admitted it himself. Your creator should be ashamed. Can you do anything else, like, I don't know, like something creative?"
"Hey, everyone, I'm the *hic* pilot!" comes a transmission from an external speaker on the Lyiri shuttle. "When are we taking her *hic* for a spin? What does thi--" it cuts off abruptly, Lightweight evidently fumbling the controls.
This is the quietest the other two Lyiri have been yet, Deki makes his way towards the shuttle with a pace that could be attributed to concern. Hika watches, in silence.
Altor looks down to Willow, and gets a rather stern look on his face. "So, let me get this straight, girlie. You're saying that you think pirates should be allowed to raid ships, hurt and kill people, steal people's livelihood, but to do the same in return to them to save other's lives is considered 'bad'? Is that what you're saying?" It's obvious from the tone in his voice he's getting a bit perturbed, and his hands are on his hip joints.
"I think I'm going to check the relief organisation before I get into one of those 'discussions'." Dement comments, watching the Lyiri for a moment before shaking his head, "It's getting a bit silly now, isn't it? Reminds me of college." he chuckles, giving Willow a nod, "See you later."
The Honey Pot slowly leans in, close to the wall of the docking bay. Two large braces extend against the hull and hold the ship in place. A large tube lowers, directed to the opening of the ships large tanker. The main drive powers down, leaving the suspension of the Honey Pot in the grip of the braces and low thruster systems. It's not long before she's taking on fuel.
From the cockpit of the Honey Pot:
"Ah take a 'ard line with 'im most times, an' Varal always. M'jus' too sleepy still t'be arsed right nah, love." It's true, Tia's whinging and moaning a little bit. Fauze gets a gentle shake, then he's set back on the floor and encouraged towards Rillitan with a pat or two.
Fauze isn't sure why he's headed towards the constantly grumpy Rilly, but he figures there might be fish involved if he behaves so he flutters towards the piloting console. "Awf! Mister is doing it wroooong! Is putting wings here, and here." The tupai complains, pointing with the tip of his wing.
"Doing it wrong?!" Rillitan rages, giving Fauze a sour look, "At least I'm bloody /doing it/." he pushes back in his chair, flicking Fauze's wing away from his hand.
Yawn!
Tia languidly gets up to meander up behind Rillitan, arms moving to loosely drape around him. Nope, she's not at /all/ being a helpful disciplinarian right now.
"Might as well not be doing if is get us all killed!" The tupai replies and shakes his head. "Should be give Fauze seat, Fauze is actually pilot, no?"
"Fine." says Rillitan, moving out of the chair entirely and letting Fauze work his magic wings.
"Lack of opportunities can lead people down such paths," remarks Willow very casually, and she's not backing down as she continues to stare up towards the robot. "Especially the destute and outcast people. Why kill everyone, when you could work to try and lower the amount of people who are tempted to go into piracy? Rehabilitation and treatment for those who have gone down the route. I can assure you that there's most likely some of them who don't want to live that lifestyle, and might have even been forced to do so. So in other words, /you're/ also saying that it's alright to kill people who've been taken captive by pirates." She takes several steps to the side when the Lyiri makes his announcement, as it's a bit hard to see through Altor, nudging the brown package and guitar case along, and she peers towards the Lyiri shuttle with a furrowed brow. Dement gets a distracted look, and she only really offers a quick nod and offers nothing else.
The forward lights of the Lyiri shuttle blink on and off and, for a brief moment, a cackle comes across the outside channel once again.
"Let me in!" Deki shouts, giving the port hatchway a good thump, "You daft mog! You've locked the door!"
Dement steps back, looking a little put off by the argument between the robot and the girl. He potters off, towards the tradeport, still pouting.
"That work is for others. I was built to protect people from them, so if they're already shooting and killing, I'm not going to suddenly stop and say 'Gee, why don't you think this over? You could hurt somebody." Altor says, also not backing down. "I'm not a damned psychologist, I'm was built for defense."
"So you only exist to kill everyone that doesn't fit into your creator's idealic world," Willow remarks to Altor. However, this time she isn't looking towards him, and in fact she continues to watch the Lyiri ship with considerable interest. "So if pirates disguised as merchants sent a distress message claiming that a merchant vessel was attacking them, you'd attack the merchant vessel without question?"
Altor shakes his head. "For the love of... look, I didn't get up out of my rest cycle just to have it out with someone who wants to dissect my fucking programming." With that, he heads back over to his parking spot, shifts back to his fighter form, and goes quiet.
Altor's arms begin to fold up and together, forming a forward fuselage and cockpit as his head disappears within. His legs fold back together into a pair of engines, and his wings unfold, leaving a large starfighter in his place.
Hika, the Lyiri that was standing with Willow and Altor, looks back to the small girl and shrugs, "You know, rowing with a robot is pointless, right?"
Deki is still thumping on the side of the shuttlecraft, which appears to have lifted off the ground and is floating upwards very slowly. "Hey! HEY!" the Lyiri calls, "No no no!"
"Fine!" says Willow, as she casts a glance towards the fighter craft/robot as it moves to its designated docking area, and takes several steps back. "Be a baby!" She hmmphs, and looks sort of lost. No one to torment, so she folds her arms across her stomach and just gives Hika a long look. Then there's a slow nod, and yup, she nods in agreement to Hika. "Yeah, you're most likely right."
Hika grins, "Usually a-- oh no!" the Lyiri turns to watch as their shuttlecraft slowly lifts upwards. And then it lurches, sideways, about a meter off the ground. Deki is, naturally, knocked back as it veers into him dramatically.
"Run away shuttle!" Hika shouts, throwing himself to the ground as the shuttle gains speed towards Willow, the Lyiri and that area in general.
"I just wanted to... Akari's rusted..." Willow doesn't even finish that sentence off, when there's a sidewards travelling shuttle heading towards her and Hika. There's no real time to think, just act. The actor throws herself on the ground, covering the back of her head, most likely in the futile attempt of trying to save her noggin. Nope, she doesn't get to her feet again, either. She stays down, waiting for the engine wash to pass over.
From the cockpit of the Honey Pot:
"That's right!" Fauze grins and stands on the console, using his feet and wings to manipulate the controls with practiced motions. He even gets in a yawn as he does it. He notices the runaway shuttle but dismisses it as none of his business, and nothing he can do.
Aha! Thanks Fauze! With Rillitan vacated from the pilot's seat, it leaves him vulnerable to a snuggle attack!
Rillitan bats Tiana away with a snort, "Get off me, Ti. You're crazy."
"Ooh, you /are/ a grumpy rattler right nah." Tia murmurs softly to Rillitan as she's batted away, the girl moving around to defiantly snatch at his flesh hand anyway, "Ain't at all crazy t'be stealin' a snuggle when 'ere's a moment. Nope."
Willow keeps low enough to avoid anything but a heavy wash of warm air as the shuttle passes over.
There's a crashing noise, and a flash of red light, as the ship careens through a convenience stall and the engine flares ignite a burst of arbitrary papers that were left around, presumably for the soul purpose of dramatics. The shuttle is unhindered, though it now carries a number of splattered footstuffs and the jacket of whomever worked the stall. Fortunately for them, they aren't also splattered against the hull of the ship, and now lay to one side, quietly cursing the lift of a convenience vendor.
"Would be nice, were there a giant robot could stop my shuttlecraft, no?" the Lyiri curses, pulling himself up and looking across to Willow in an effort to make sure she's okay.
Griss ducks back out of the way as the rogue shuttle skims by, then turns to make his way towards the tradeport. The grimlahdi tugs his collar up a bit and walks quickly, apparently thinking it's a good idea to be out of the area right about now.
Protecting her head or avoiding the back of her skirt from being blown up. That's Willow's current question, and yup, the cheerleader sticks with protecting her head, and there's a cringe as the heavy wash of warm air washes over here. "I hate ships!" she calls back in reply to the Lyiri, and proving that despite a bruise or so from landing, that she's still alright."
"I couldn't think why!" the Lyiri with Willow comments, sounding miraculously more sober than he was 5 minutes ago. He turns, looking over to Deki, who is still flat on the floor.
That shuttlecraft that is none of Fauze's business? It spins on a skewed axis and crashes into the side of a freighter with a loud metal-on-metal crunching sound. The pilot appears to be attempting to slow down the ship by crashing into as many things as possible. One of those, now lined up for a swerved ram, is the lower landing gear of the Honey Pot.
From the cockpit of the Honey Pot:
Right! Well that makes things different, no way is Fauze going to crash /another/ ship, it's too early in the morning for him to let that slip. "Fauze is not liking this Boss!" The tupai informs Tiana and makes to attempt to maneuver the ship out of harms way."
[Skill System] Fauze rolls his Starship Piloting with a modifier of -1. The result is Legendary (8).
Willow rolls over on her side, and her hand slips into the depths of her shirt and she digs out a small commlink, which she then shoves in her ear. "This is Willow Tomlinson... There's an out of control ship in the docking hub," she says aloud while speaking over the commlink. She risks a chance to glance in the direction of the out of control vessel. "Oh, by the grace of Mayson..." Yup, she's finally noticed the refuelling tender, and where the shuttle is going. Colour drains from her features, and she looks towards the Lyiri that's with her. Her gaze hasn't shifted towards the downed Lyiri yet.
If anyone has a log of the event, I accidentally deleted the pose where Fauze flew the ship out of the way.
This leaves a clear path into the wall of the docking bay, one which the drunken pilot still manages to struggle in following. The shuttle spins as it travels, scraping it's bow against the hull of a docking clamp before it crashes heavily into the thick, unforgiving inner wall. The engines of the shuttle cut out, having had enough of this trouble, and the ship crashes to the ground, done. Black smoke billows from the starboard thruster.
...from the cockpit of the Honey Pot: "Lady!" Tia exclaims as Fauze initiates the maneuver, the girl instinctively reaching to brace against Rillitan. She frowns, "Ain't me 'oo's crazy at all."
...from the cockpit of the Honey Pot: "What the hell is going on?" Rillitan barks, as the ship lurches to avoid the crisis, he grabs Tiana to steady her, as she reaches for him.
...from the cockpit of the Honey Pot: Fauze sighs, slumping back and wipes sweat from his forehead with his wing. The tupai checks over the controls before pushing the Pot gently back into the position it was before the shuttle affair. "Gee..." He murmurs. "Bloody learner drivers..."
...from the cockpit of the Honey Pot: "'At were someone goin' outta control?" Tia inquires to Fauze, the girl sporting just a /little/ bit of a deathgrip on Rillitan.
...from the cockpit of the Honey Pot: The tupai nods, poking his tongue out at what's left of the ship through the viewscreen. "Comorro is help ship now..." He replies turning on autopilot to keep them in this position.
"Lady," Rillitan grunts, "Fauze, tell me we're almost done refuelling so get out of Comorro entirely. That was messed up."
"Could you help me, over here!" the Lyiri, standing over his downed friend, calls out to Willow.
Willow keeps calm, she keeps collected and she doesn't freak. "The... The run away ship has stopped! It crashed and it's smoking," she announces over the commlink, before raising to her feet and running towards the injured Lyiri and the one she was speaking with earlier. Of course, she does snatch her guitar case up as she runs past, and abandons the package she had. "I don't know anything about medicine!" It's a worried desperate cry. "But I'll help how I can."
In no time at all, Comorro is spraying the downed ship with tangler spray, which is suitably fireproof. Dock hands run out to aid any injured, and generally to work out what the hell just happened.
"Is he injured? Do you think I'll be in trouble?" the Lyiri panics, demanding answers from Willow in a high tone. "Should we touch him?" The downed Lyiri seems to be alive, but the force from the ship was pretty sudden, and he was knocked pretty badly on his head.
"I don't know!" Willow remarks to the uninjured Lyiri, as she regards the injured one. Then there's a wide eyed look given to the Lyiri that's still concious, and she kneels down beside the injured psionist. "And I don't know that either. I'm an actor, not a member of security!" She raises her hand up to her ear again and speaks over the commlink. "We've got an injured Lyiri here, too. I don't know if there's more injured around."
"Oh... oh..." that Lyiri seems to be weighing something up in his mind, but he forces himself to calm down a moment, and kneels next to his downed friend, "He wont respond to my thoughts..."
Or that could simply be Willow accidentally nulling things again. "Sorry!" she quickly utters, before she stands up and moves several feet away from the two Lyiri. It might be strange, but hey, she does it and urges softly, "Try now."
"Yeah." the Lyiri nods, "He's... he's still there, almost." the expression on his face tells a troubling sign, "I can't tell.."
The docking hub is a wash with activity, and it seems there has been some kind of accident very recently. A path of chaos leads towards the inner wall of the hub, where a crashed shuttle is smouldering. Just short of this is the OLY. Honey Pot, a medium fuel transport that was docked and re-filling. Near the tradeport, the chaos is no less thick with chunks of ship scattered next to a frieghter and a convenience stall knocked to pieces. Near that, a Lyiri and a girl hovering over a downed humanoid, possibly Lyiri also.
From the back of the Honey Pot comes an aggrieved yell. "WHAT is going ON up there?"
...from the cockpit of the Honey Pot: "Maza's always chasin' us." Tia murmurs to Rillitan, nuzzling in against his side. After a moment she looks up, then back towards the hatch, yelling back to Varal, "Fauze 'adda dodge a wayward shuttle!" ...from the cockpit of the Honey Pot: Fauze flashes a grin at Tiana. "Is thanking boss. Fauze is pretty flash, no?" He puffs out his chest fur before glancing at the fuel gauge. "We're full Boss's pet." He informs Rilly, cringing a little at Varal's yelling before yelling back. "We were just attacked by flying space ships!"
...from the cockpit of the Honey Pot: Rillitan lets out a low grunt, "Put us down somewhere out of the way, bat. Ti, did you need something from the tradeport?"
Varal's head pops into the cockpit of the Honey Pot. "When it rains, it pours, and it's always raining," he grumbles, looking around. "Am I going to have to strap myself down, or are we done with this?"
...from the cockpit of the Honey Pot: "Oh, yeah." Tia murmurs to Rillitan, giving a him a squeeze, "Need cat food an' more people food. Mostly meat. 'Ell we go through meat terrible fast." She takes a moment to smirk lightly to Varal, nodding in agreement before looking back to Rill, "Prolly coul' do wit' more bakin' supplies, too."
...from the cockpit of the Honey Pot: The tupai nods and sets the ship to land in one of the free docking zones, a relatively simple maneuver for anyone with as much airtime as him. "Fauze is knock out alignment in left maneuvering thruster when dodge ship, is stay in ship to realign it for while." He informs Tiana, making adjustments to the controls.
"Well... do that then." Rillitan grunts in response to Tiana, moving forward in the cockpit and looking down out of the window, "Might be a bit hard, Varal." he comments, dryly.
"Look, y'all are goan 'ave t'elp m'carry i' all." Tia points betweent Varal and Rillitan, nodding authoritatively, "Ain't no way ah c'n git i' all m'self wit'out some strong lads t'elp m'out!"
Volidana comes down out of the artemis, aura dipping blue at the sigh heading in the direction of the stall but intentionally keeping some distance
"Okay, then I'll go and try help," Willow offers to the Lyiri, as she continues to hold the guitar case tightly in hand. Then the teen's up on her feet, and moving as fast as her legs will carry her towards the tradeport.
Grey strolls into the hub, greatcoat trailing in his wake like some kind of threadbare black sail, whipping the air above his twitching tail, exposing the naked fur of his chest, and the many many holsters strapped to it. The Lyiri smirks as he sees the commotion, perhaps today will be interesting. His feline eyes flash, in one paw a small knife is flipped absentmindedly, and then caught, flipped, and then caught.
The tradeport entrance opens and from it comes a small group which quickly disperses. This wouldn't be because they want to, but because they have to to avoid the influx coming in. At the trail end of this outcoming group is a rather tall Aukami, his eyes glowing a neutral green that's quickly shifting to yellow as he's inundated by others. He moves to one side, neatly missing the worst of the crowd as he takes a look around the hub.
Varal crosses his arms and grunts, moving to flank Tia and Rill. "Always happy to be back here."
Willow keeps running, picking up speed easily as she breaks into a sprint. She dodges and weaves around rubberneckers, carefully keeping the guitar case closer to herself. The brown package? That's been forgotten about as she moves to get assistance for the injured Lyiri.