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Parin IV - Space Station Brilliance


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Kars gives a poor excuse for a salute of some form and spin round, jumping down from the chair. "Don't worry general sir, we'll kill your mushrooms."

He strolls off to the hangers to see how things were going on. He opens up the cargo hold on the rear section of his craft and starts reorganising things to make room. Also using the mag clamps on either side of the fighter he had two more ammo crates lifted and stuck on the hull. He was going to enjoy having a reliable stock of ammo on this mission. Normally he had always had to worry about the next place he could steal some from, and save enough to get it. Not having much else to prep with the Hell Strafer, now the techs had seemed to find the fuel intake, he wandered around the hanger scoping out the competition... no... team, team.
 
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After ensuring that all of the supplies are stored properly, the information downloaded, and switching into his armored flightsuit, Viper steps out of the Fang looking to see if he could spot were the rest of the group were. For a moment, he considered checking that canteen that the general mentioned, but decided not to give the security people any headaches. Umbral knew what kind of problems happened the last time he'd gotten drunk around any kind of security personnel.
 
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Nadia departs for the canteen to look out for any potential candidates.
Thall and Mara walk back to their ship. The two Telarin draw a few looks from the personnel - their unique physique especially seems to confuse people. Mara sighs.
"People are staring at my mammaries. I don't get why the Multitudes gave the Phi Strain genitals." Thall makes that low, condescending sound again. "They'll have their reason. You come to enjoy them after a while." "You didn't-" "I most certainly did. It's probably the reason that the Multitudes have given me you as a nanny." "But... who?" "Lost count." Mara stops and stares at Thall through her visor. He, likewise, looks at her - and emits a high-pitched, whistling sound. He puts his hands on his hips and leans slightly forward after a while.
The few people nearby have the very rare chance to hear a Telarin laughing.
"Relax, I was just kidding!" "Ooooh you... you're impossible!" "Hey now, humor is part of our set up. You should really try that laughing thing. It benefits the blood circulation and releases endorphins." "Maybe later. We should check the ship before departure."

The two Telarin enter the hangar and walk towards their ship when they pass Umbral. "Hey... why don't you go ahead and upload the data? I'll be there in a minute." Mara seems to hesitate for a second, but in the end simply nods and walks off. Thall looks after her until she disappears behind a freighter's rear before turning around to Umbral. "Bless the Veda. She is SO stuck up."
 
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"If that's all, I'll be in the Hangar."

Returning to the Scimitar, he opens the cargo bay for the ammo crates and oversees their loading into it. He then makes a couple of checks on his equipment before embarking and taking a seat in the ready room, grabbing a flask from one of the cupboards and periodicically taking a gulp. He sat positioned so that he could see out into the hangar.
 
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Umbral shrugs. "Happens sometimes. Sometimes there are those who take to certain aspects of a personality."

After a quick pause, and a glance around the hangar, Umbral adds, "Was there something in particular you were wanting to talk about?"
 
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Thall crosses his arms. "You are surprisingly... unsurprised by one Telarin calling another stuck up. And not really. If I'm bothering you I can go", he offers. "But you were looking like you were searching for something." His hands drop back to his sides as he remembers the lessons about human body language: Crossed arms means defensive.
 
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Umbral shrugged. "Bothered? No. Bored? Probably. And I've gotten used to unusual things ever since that little incident with the hangover and the workshop."

His demeanor shifts slightly, as if remembering something, then he begins very slightly chuckling.
 
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If Thall had eyebrows they would rise at these words. "Bored? Hm. I've seen a Marsora offering guns on the Market Deck. Probably stolen or smuggled, but what the orx. Want to browse?" He points towards the elevator.
 
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Umbral pauses for a second. "Eh...I suppose. If only to see what others have done. I tend to prefer using my own designs, though."

He snorts, then adds, "Of course, if I could figure out the power issues on the Sikker, then I'd really have something to play with."
 
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This piques Thall's interest. Of course, a Telarin's interest is easily piqued. "Oh, you design your own weapons? I'd like to take a look at that some time", he says as he starts moving towards the elevator. "Most weapons aren't suited for our physique anyway. Am'Arum designs work fairly well, since their pincers are a lot like our hands. Hey - have you heard of their Crawler bombs? These things creep up at you by themselves and BAM! Your pieces dance tango in zero gravity." Well that's an - interesting phrase.
 
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Kars casually strolling through the hanger, comes to an interesting ship. Interesting in that, he couldn't tell whether it was actually a functional vessel. Seemingly layered in junk, scaffolding and random plating. He couldn't help him self but activate his spacewalking boots and start climbing up and into the structure along one of the catwalks.
 
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"Oh...Crawler bombs...Haven't heard of those in a while...Of course, those things aren't that easy to find, I've heard." Umbral follows, while talking. "Actually, give the fact that a few of my designs involve connecting directly to some kind of powered armor, it should be relatively easy to modify how the firing controls operate. For the one idea, they'd have to be swapped out regardless of the firer's biology."
 
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"Oh yeah. Crawler Bombs are banned by the Alliance. But the Am'Arum don't care. If you pay them enough they kill themselves." It's obvious Thall finds that rather fascinating. "ANYTHING for the survival of their kind. No morality, no ethics. The only reason they don't start a war is because too many die in those." The Telarin presses the button for the elevator and looks upwards, waiting for the cabin.
 
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Umbral snorts. "I've run into a few Terrans who were similar to that mind-set. Problem was they actually did start fighting amongst themselves. Can't truthfully say that any of them are around now."

Something in his tone says that there maybe a bit more to that particular story.
 
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Reaching his ship, Senkek walks straight past the entrance and starts climbing along the messy collection of junk that has been trapped in the network of metal surrounding his ship. He stops every so often when he finds an interesting piece before inspecting it closely and either removing it or putting it back. Of course, in the process of this, small bits of useless junk eventually fall off the ship and onto the hanger floor. Whether or not these will be removed later is anyone's guess.
 
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"Oh yeah, sure. Self-preservation is encoded in each and every one of us. You won't see a Garik sunbathing. Unless they're - how do you call it - suicidal? That's an interesting aspect of some races. Need to study that more thoroughly. But I digress." Thall lets a group of Terrans out of the elevator before entering. "The Am'Arum have taken self-preservation to a whole different level. If you even come CLOSE to one of their Hive Ships they'll shred you." Thall sighs and seems to look into the distance for a moment - although you can't tell with the full steel mask.
 
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Umbral shrugs. "When it comes to behaviors that go against the self-preservation instincts, or whatever term you care to give it, the question arises is it truly suicidal behavior, or is the subject from a warrior culture that focuses on duty?"
 
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Thall ponders this for a bit before shrugging. "Orx, I dunno. You may want to talk with a real Telarin about that. They never tire of analyzing EVERYTHING from EVERY direction. They won't let you go... now that I think of it, you may not want to talk to them about that." He releases a short whistle.
 
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"I'll keep that in mind," Umbral nods. "Of course, any Telarin is much more likely to actually understand what the words mean that some of those fools who used to try to hold those kinds of discussions back at the colony I grew up in."
 
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Sanya curtsied once more before she turned and left the briefing room. She promptly headed to her ship to start prepping for the mission. As she made her way to the hangar, she forwarded a request for ammo, more specifically tungsten darts for the guass turret.

At last, back at the ship, Sanya loaded up the darts, then proceeded into the pilot's seat. She unzipped the zipper along the back of the suit she wore, revealing her backside, and, more importantly, a series of dots along the spine. She settled back into the chair, the points connecting with each other. As the systems booted up, the interface appeared in front of her mind's eye. Her fingers twitched slightly, her eyes darted back and forth, as she ran diagnostics and made sure things would run smoothly.
 
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