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Extravia

Classification: Sirian Prototype Gunship 5B (Modified)
Length: 154 yards from Forward to Stern. 66 yards From Port to Starboard. Seven Decks, roughly 44 yards, with a total crew compliment of 102.
Minimum Crew (Excluding Security and Medical Personnel with all weapon alcoves manned) 74.
Armament: 32 Mark 3 Sirian Interactive Energy Cannon Alcoves. 54 Mark 4 Sirian Tactical Automated Energy Cannons. Two Primary Triple Barrel Mark 5 Energy Cannons. Primary and Secondary Shielding, Type 4 and 2.5 respectively.
Specifications: Primary Type 3 Deuterium Power Generator. Secondary Type 1 Deuterium Power Generator. Quad Signal Array for multiple tractors, beaming, or other Sweeping Array Functions. Limited Long Range Sensor Capabilities. Mark 5 Prototype Targeting Sensors. Primary Type 5 Ion Solar Drive with Two Secondary Mark 3 Ion Solar Drives running in parallel. Type 2 Inter-dimensional Wake Drive.

While lacking in size and beauty, the Extravia makes up for it in firepower. Her outer hull is composed of a Silver, Mithiril, and Titanium compound designed to be both light, yet extremely durable. The ship towers over fourteen stories tall, and could cover a small village with its shadow. Her outer hull is sleek and slender, devoid of rough edges or sudden stops. Everything is smooth and rounded, giving her an attractive ovular look from forward to stern. Save for the two primary cannons, which are massive mounted structures over ten feet tall and wide with triple barrels. They can pivot in nearly any direction, giving them full range of motion to cover every angle of the ship except the stern.

The Extravia is divided into roughly five sections: Bridge, Engineering, Command, Operations, Primary Facilities (Medical, Security, Weapons Storage), and Crew Quarters. Each one is a section of the ship’s design itself. The Bridge sits just forward of the Command Section, ovular shaped except for the back end where it connects with the deck allowing entrance. Primary Facilities is another ovular section of the ship, placed on top of the larger Operations section, with Crew Quarters the smaller rounded section at the bottom of the ship. Engineering builds right into Operations section, centered behind the ship’s massive primary Ion Solar Drive. Each of the larger sections (Primary, Operations, Crew Quarters) also has a thruster nacelle attached to the ship. There are three each on the port and starboard sides. They are positioned vertically with each other, the top and bottom two angling 90 degrees upward, with the middle sticking straight out at an equal distance. The two shuttle docks (On each side of the ship, for a total of four) are near the supports to these nacelles, giving them a little added protection as the ships only means of escape when threatened with being destroyed.

The Interior of the ship has been repainted from its Gold and Red primary colors (which were the same as the exterior of the ship) to be more of a light gold with blue highlights. The interior paneling has also been changed allowing the power conduits to glow through the walls for an added lighting effect. Making quite beautiful patterns across the corridors. Each deck is accessed by shafts, with levitating platforms that take you through access shafts throughout the ship. They are all interconnected, moving you up and down at your desire and sometimes sideways through the heavily accessed areas. There are also some smaller crawl space access shafts, which serve as maintenance corridors on the ship.

Primary Facilities:

(Deck 7) This area of the ship is small, but serves a vital purpose in the ships primary functions. Here is where the communications array, medical quarters, and security station are. This includes the holding cells as well as the primary weapons locker for the ship. Droid Command is also on this deck, though it is accessible only by crawlspace

Command:

(Deck 6)The Command deck is smaller, mostly access shafts that lead to various places on the ship. There are 10 weapon alcoves (5 each on the Port and Starboard sides) near the forward edge of the ship right outside the Bridge doors. This is also one of the major damage control areas of the ship. Most of the Primary Power Conduits run through here routing command to the bridge. A little known fact is secondary helm control is at the back of this section, directly above engineering.

Operations:

(Decks 5 and 4) Another primary area for critical ship mechanics. Quite a few relay and secondary power conduits line the walls, as well as the majority of Weapon Alcoves. Twenty-two in total; eleven per side of the ship. These are the last of the ones that can be manually controlled, though there are aft weapons as well as more cannons on the underside of the ship to cover every angle of the Extravia: simply not as powerful as their sister-cannons. Engineering is at the aft of both decks, a room that is dual leveled around the Inter-dimensional drive chamber. The Signal Array room, responsible for transportation and tractor technology is at the forward section of the ship just past the last alcoves.

Crew Quarters:

(Decks 3 and 2) Going into the lower levels of the ship is where one would find the crew area for the Extravia. Sirians enjoyed comfort, so their quarters come with all the bells and whistles. There are several full blown holographic rooms for training or otherwise, two large recreation rooms with Date Terminals and holographic displays, group use food replicators. The rooms on Deck 3 are more for public crewing, while the twenty or so on deck two are single, private rooms including the overly large Captain’s Quarters.

The Belly:
Classification: Sirian Prototype Gunship 5B (Modified)
Length: 154 yards from Forward to Stern. 66 yards From Port to Starboard. Seven Decks, roughly 44 yards, with a total crew compliment of 102.
Minimum Crew (Excluding Security and Medical Personnel with all weapon alcoves manned) 74.
Armament: 32 Mark 3 Sirian Interactive Energy Cannon Alcoves. 54 Mark 4 Sirian Tactical Automated Energy Cannons. Two Primary Triple Barrel Mark 5 Energy Cannons. Primary and Secondary Shielding, Type 4 and 2.5 respectively.
Specifications: Primary Type 3 Deuterium Power Generator. Secondary Type 1 Deuterium Power Generator. Quad Signal Array for multiple tractors, beaming, or other Sweeping Array Functions. Limited Long Range Sensor Capabilities. Mark 5 Prototype Targeting Sensors. Primary Type 5 Ion Solar Drive with Two Secondary Mark 3 Ion Solar Drives running in parallel. Type 2 Inter-dimensional Wake Drive.

While lacking in size and beauty, the Extravia makes up for it in firepower. Her outer hull is composed of a Silver, Mithiril, and Titanium compound designed to be both light, yet extremely durable. The ship towers over fourteen stories tall, and could cover a small village with its shadow. Her outer hull is sleek and slender, devoid of rough edges or sudden stops. Everything is smooth and rounded, giving her an attractive ovular look from forward to stern. Save for the two primary cannons, which are massive mounted structures over ten feet tall and wide with triple barrels. They can pivot in nearly any direction, giving them full range of motion to cover every angle of the ship except the stern.

The Extravia is divided into roughly five sections: Bridge, Engineering, Command, Operations, Primary Facilities (Medical, Security, Weapons Storage), and Crew Quarters. Each one is a section of the ship’s design itself. The Bridge sits just forward of the Command Section, ovular shaped except for the back end where it connects with the deck allowing entrance. Primary Facilities is another ovular section of the ship, placed on top of the larger Operations section, with Crew Quarters the smaller rounded section at the bottom of the ship. Engineering builds right into Operations section, centered behind the ship’s massive primary Ion Solar Drive. Each of the larger sections (Primary, Operations, Crew Quarters) also has a thruster nacelle attached to the ship. There are three each on the port and starboard sides. They are positioned vertically with each other, the top and bottom two angling 90 degrees upward, with the middle sticking straight out at an equal distance. The two shuttle docks (On each side of the ship, for a total of four) are near the supports to these nacelles, giving them a little added protection as the ships only means of escape when threatened with being destroyed.

The Interior of the ship has been repainted from its Gold and Red primary colors (which were the same as the exterior of the ship) to be more of a light gold with blue highlights. The interior paneling has also been changed allowing the power conduits to glow through the walls for an added lighting effect. Making quite beautiful patterns across the corridors. Each deck is accessed by shafts, with levitating platforms that take you through access shafts throughout the ship. They are all interconnected, moving you up and down at your desire and sometimes sideways through the heavily accessed areas. There are also some smaller crawl space access shafts, which serve as maintenance corridors on the ship.

Primary Facilities:

(Deck 7) This area of the ship is small, but serves a vital purpose in the ships primary functions. Here is where the communications array, medical quarters, and security station are. This includes the holding cells as well as the primary weapons locker for the ship. Droid Command is also on this deck, though it is accessible only by crawlspace

Command:

(Deck 6)The Command deck is smaller, mostly access shafts that lead to various places on the ship. There are 10 weapon alcoves (5 each on the Port and Starboard sides) near the forward edge of the ship right outside the Bridge doors. This is also one of the major damage control areas of the ship. Most of the Primary Power Conduits run through here routing command to the bridge. A little known fact is secondary helm control is at the back of this section, directly above engineering.

Operations:

(Decks 5 and 4) Another primary area for critical ship mechanics. Quite a few relay and secondary power conduits line the walls, as well as the majority of Weapon Alcoves. Twenty-two in total; eleven per side of the ship. These are the last of the ones that can be manually controlled, though there are aft weapons as well as more cannons on the underside of the ship to cover every angle of the Extravia: simply not as powerful as their sister-cannons. Engineering is at the aft of both decks, a room that is dual leveled around the Inter-dimensional drive chamber. The Signal Array room, responsible for transportation and tractor technology is at the forward section of the ship just past the last alcoves.

Crew Quarters:

(Decks 3 and 2) Going into the lower levels of the ship is where one would find the crew area for the Extravia. Sirians enjoyed comfort, so their quarters come with all the bells and whistles. There are several full blown holographic rooms for training or otherwise, two large recreation rooms with Date Terminals and holographic displays, group use food replicators. The rooms on Deck 3 are more for public crewing, while the twenty or so on deck two are single, private rooms including the overly large Captain’s Quarters.

The Belly:

(Deck 1) Nicknamed for its use, this is where all the ships trash, waste, and otherwise is stored. There are a few rooms down here as well, which are primarily for emergency systems like the secondary shield generator, backup life support, emergency power, and a few other key systems. Likewise, since this area is heavily shielded it is one of the safest places to be for a crash, and even has seats to strap into down in one of the parts storage rooms.

Intranet

Being the ship's Intranet - a collection of what parts of the Internet of the planet were flagged for uploading when they last left - including research journals, design updates, and generally a cached copy of the internet from Sirian Planet Plus a collection of on-ship-generated material: Forums, videos, photographs and entertainment. The on-ship collection of the internet is updated anytime the ship comes in to port, but otherwise due to distances between the ship's net and the planet's net is known to be out of date until check stations or comm probes connect it back with the rest of the net at port.
(Deck 1) Nicknamed for its use, this is where all the ships trash, waste, and otherwise is stored. There are a few rooms down here as well, which are primarily for emergency systems like the secondary shield generator, backup life support, emergency power, and a few other key systems. Likewise, since this area is heavily shielded it is one of the safest places to be for a crash, and even has seats to strap into down in one of the parts storage rooms.

Intranet

Being the ship's Intranet - a collection of what parts of the internet of the planet were flagged for uploading when they last left - including research journals, design updates, and generally a cached copy of the internet from Sirian Planet. Plus a collection of on-ship-generated material: Forums, videos, photographs and entertainment. The on-ship collection of the internet is updated anytime the ship comes in to port, but otherwise due to distances between the ship's net and the planet's net is known to be out of date until check stations or comm probes connect it back with the rest of the net at port.

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She didn't know if this was

She didn't know if this was the right floor, but whatever floor it was, she was needing to get out on it. Or he was going to have to get out on it. She was flushed. "Okay, have.. a good time. Thank you for.... " She scuffed the floor with a foot and then started off, thankful that the door was closing.

thank you, too

 

"... I ah, think this is your

"... I ah, think this is your floor." Jake shooed her off the elevator, trying not to call attention to blush or the looking away, or the - wow - that is a nice blush. Shyt. "... have fun, I... uh - I'm gonna go fall asleep reading a book -" He hefted the book, trying to distract himself from all that.

He stepped back as the doors shut and immediately slumped a little. 'Did what I think just happen, happen? No way. Nope. No... no way. Come'on Jake, get it together - don't over interpret that.' He covered his face with both hands, rubbing at his eyeballs a moment. Nope, that was just outright nuts. He took all of that idiocy and tucked it squarely away where it belonged, in the back closet of his head.

He breathed out and leaned over to the elevator buttons, swatting at them a few more times than necessary in a vain attempt to get the elevator to hurry up and get him to engineering faster.

giggles Thank you! :)

 

Aatishon kind of wished other

Aatishon kind of wished other people were in the elevator about now. It would sure have caused things to feel a bit different. Maybe she wouldn't feel all heated, or her body giving off an obvious blush.

She takes a step back from him, and looks about the room. "Good. I think I'll like that." When the elevator finally dings to a stop, she exhales. "Well, I'm umm.. going to... head back to the Kalavania. I umm... will.. talk to you later." She looks to him, blushes again, looks down, looks at him, blushes, looks down. Going to need to talk to Darcy.

 

Jake too seemed to suddenly

Jake too seemed to suddenly realize the close confined (relatively) of the elevator. A bit of a burn on his ears and he let her hand go easily enough, looking away - back at the numbers on the elevator - give them both a chance to let the awkward moment pass and all. He hadn't meant to get all serious like that at the end. Opps. He scrubbed a hand back through the spikes ruffling them up.

He glanced over after a moment or two, catching the smile. "... well I like you too." He grinned. "It's a deal. We'll stick together."

 

As the hand brushes the hair

As the hand brushes the hair back from her forehead, she suddenly realizes that they are alone. In an elevator, heading to a destination, and that they are very close to each other. She blushes, lowers her head, and unceremoniously tugs the hand on his shoulder from it.

Her other hand goes into her hair to start twirling some stands about her fingers. "Thus far... I like you. So, yes." She titled her head up enough to smile at him. "Got to stick together."

 

His head tilts just a little,

His head tilts just a little, a torrent of thoughts running behind blue eyes as he considers her. Something seemed to be worrying the back of the electron's brain, something to do with hope and living and regrets and - he considered if it was possible she was worried they'd have to join Conductor's group in the digital realms? Or that just he would? Maybe. One hand still brushed her hair back from her forehead gently. "... yeah, it is good."

"Got every reason to stick around," He smiled at her, "You worried I'm not planning to, bright eyes?"

 

She chuckles as relief

She chuckles as relief settles in, thanks to him giving her an answer she was comfortable with. So, the ball did not talk to him, which was good. It made her feel better about him not seeing a doctor since getting on board the ship. If it had been talking to him, she would have to take additional steps.

She gives his shoulder a squeeze when his hand covers hers. She didn't withdraw the hand either, letting him hold her hand as it was. "Well, then... good." She smiles a little. "That is how it should be."

As he starts trying to assuage her, her eyes flutter back and forth, looking up at his. The promise of there being no death is certainly one of comfort, and she seems to take heart in that. "Good." Her eyes are wide open, shimmering from emotion, as they are exposed with her hair being brushed aside. "See, it's good to want to live.... to want to be here, and now."

 

Jake laughed "Nope. But it

Jake laughed "Nope. But it makes a good pop-thud against the wall when I throw it. For some reason the rest of the crew find that annoying..." He grinned.

He smiled to her, absorbing that worry she had. Though the smile faded a little, heading toward the bittersweet as the digitized refugees came up. Conductor's story - he'd heard enough of it to know what she was talking about. The videos from Darcy had been emotional. Hard to sit through without cringing. And the implications of it - how you could turn a life into a digital form. It wasn't a comfortable idea, less so that that was the only route the refugees felt they still had to them. "... Aati-" Under her hand, the shirt was warm, muscle solid. He reached up to cover her hand with his. "Aati - I don't regret anything either. None."

His eyebrows crinkled together, worry there as it seemed something of her own worries were starting to surface. "... we're all going to be watching each others backs out there. Death's not on the agenda today, or this week, or years even." He reached out to flick some of the hair out of her eyes so he good meet them. "We're going to pull through this. And yes. Living. Enjoying life - no regrets - but it's not ending anytime soon for us either." There was something stubborn in that. "I - we - all of us, have been through too much to let it end."

 

Aatishon cocks her head to

Aatishon cocks her head to the side. "I.... does... does the ball talk back?" That she is concerned and confused is very evident. She gave him a once over, then randomly states. "I have a pogostick. I made it myself."

She softens a little, since she had been trying to stare him down with her petite size. "That's an issue. Regret is not a fun thing." She sighs. "Every day is something soft, something sweet. There is only one you, and only one life that you have. I guess you could claim that being shoved within a digital self is a path to eternity, but that is not a promise. Information degrades and corrodes. Even the nameless guy who was the avatar for the group, he was not himself. Of all things, his name was not input to save room.

Picture that horror.. so desperate to survive that you remove your name, and convert yourself into data. Data does not feel.. does not hold, does not kiss. He had a love, he remembered being shaken by that love.. but I think the truth is that there is more to be shaken by." She looks to Jakob and reaches out to place her gloved hand on his shoulder. "You feel that.. I feel that... there is a layer of fabric, but you feel that pressure. The grip of my hand. I feel your shirt, and muscle and bone. That is not an illusion...

And regret is horrible. But if I die right now, I don't regret this conversation, or this morning."

 

Jake thought for a moment.

Jake thought for a moment. "Not so much talking, but I have this ball I bounce off the far wall when I'm thinking. I've had one of the engineers throw it back at my head." He grinned, "So I guess that's kind of like talking to yourself. At least as far as the rest of the shift is concerned."

As she turned to glare at him - all five something of her - he blinked in surprise at that sudden fierceness. His head tilted tot he side just a little. "... I - " He looked her in the eyes for a beat, then nodded. "... yeah. I think I would have."

He grinned at that image. "... they sound really cool. Maybe we'll figure out a way to bring some back."

 

She rolls her shoulders again

She rolls her shoulders again. "I don't know. I do gab on and on and on, I know that. I can sit there talking to myself for hours while working. So, maybe I annoy them. Even if I had headphones on, I will talk to myself. Mostly about what I am doing. Do you do that? Talk to yourself?" She seemed more curious than concerned.

Her eyes narrow and she turns to face him. Her arms go over her chest and she takes a small step forward. "No, it is the right way. You will find something to hold, to care for, to adore for this brief time. If an asteroid smacks the side of the ship right now, wouldn't you rather have been dancing?"

She chuckles. "The saddle has a brace that goes up to the small of your back. Then there is a harness about your waist that one would hook to the pommel area. And you lean flat and grip with your thighs, while holding the reigns. I don't recommend going upside down."

 

"Huh?" Jake nodded, head

"Huh?" Jake nodded, head tilted a little at that himself. He wasn't sure what was going on there save for just different work styles or communication oddities. Weird. Then again, some people tended to keep their work very separate from their life - sensing the risk of one spilling into the other and causing a backlash. "Little weird, but at least it doesn't come over into personal life too." He grinned, nodding to her at the looks appraisal. If he ran across them, he'd have to see if there was any click there.

As Aati grumbled, Jake glanced over, at first a little worried he'd hit on a bad subject. And it seemed he kind of had, but not too terribly bad at least. "Good." He said, quirking that little grin at her. "Good way of looking at it,"

He squinted at the idea of trying to ride a lizard, not sure how the saddle would handle going up the walls. Then again a lizard [b]that big?[/b] "Wow, yeah I guess like horses - that's just... I'm trying to picture a giant riding lizard. That's just - how would you stay on if it decided to go up a wall?"

 

She waves an arm in the air

She waves an arm in the air to show her lack of knowledge. "I don't know what it is. Maybe that I am near the bottom of the organizational chart. Maybe they don't like how I work. But, once the shift is over, they are nice and offer to go for food, or meet up in ExLive. But at work, it might as well be a wall." She nods her head "They are good looking... "

She sighs heavily, then throws a groan of frustration in. "If you're focusing on the here and now, that can be good. But, that also means you're ignoring what is out there. In a few weeks, once we get back to Sirian, we could all die. The ship could get an outbreak... things could happen. That's why right now, I focus on work and snuggle buddies. I want to make them feel good, and make me feel good. I don't want to have an Unlife eating my face and wonder why I didn't kiss someone one more time, or wonder why I got out of bed early when I could have enjoyed ten minutes more of sleep."

She laughs. "They are the dominate race on Gargoria. Quiet beautiful, as well. There is a species that has shimmering scales, and clings to walls. Some are big enough to ride on.

I guess, they would be like... horses, maybe?"

 

"Eh, non-helpful and overly

"Eh, non-helpful and overly hierarchical? That might be a stretch for me too. Dunno how they are outside of work, but those tend to be parallel. Unless they really are being clever about it and trying to leave things in your hands." He shrugged, "I'll keep an eye out if I run into any of them. Thanks." He smiled at her.

He nodded to her on the year thing. "... I think I've only got answers for like, one, of those. And even that is in the most generic of terms." He shook his head, "I'm not sure I can really think that far ahead right now, the questions just get overwhelming, y'know? Too much to worry about when I need to focus on what's happening right here and now if we're gonna get to the point where the rest matter."

Jake glanced over as she sighed, only registering the 'weird' feeling after she mentioned it. He'd gotten so used to the elevators here, his stomach had basically given up on notifying him of shifts in momentum and gravity. "Lizards? Really? Why lizards?"

 

She nods her head to him. "Of

She nods her head to him. "Of course. I don't like one or two of them, but you might. I don't mean that they are bad people, but I don't like them. We don't work together well. I enjoy splitting duties, not just assigning tasks. They aren't very helpful when I ask for help. I think they are trying to make me think for myself, but I don't know. But, there are there: Aria, Ming or Yarra."

She rolls her shoulders. "A year is long for some. But, I want to think further out. What do we do after we get to Sirian? What do we do after we take it back? When do we take on the Mutaren? When will we claim a piece of the galaxy back? It makes a year seem rather small."

She nods her head. "It was probably built in space. It was also not meant for war, I imagine. The Gungir was meant for war and was cramped and compact. Just rows of beds on the walls for the crew. It was still massive, though. But very tight, very tense.

The Kalvania is tight."

She sighs as the elevator pauses, then starts moving upwards. "Weird feeling. Anyway, a dog? Yes. Maybe a large mule. Some birds. A few lizards."

 

"... thanks -" He smiled a

"... thanks -" He smiled a little, "I may take you up on that some time - when things, hopefully settle down a bit. The next few weeks are gonna be wild -" He shook his head, not wanting to dig his thoughts too far into the future. Too much was going to be up in the air to really do a lot of advancing planning there, so thinking on it was only going to be a waste of time and a good way to get himself upset. Neither of which he was particularly interested in.

Jake chuckled, "Almost a year is still pretty long -" He grinned.

"Yeah - the elevator system is... creative to say the least. It's just one of many things on this ship that I find weird. It's definitely built by people who don't really have to consider conservation of space as much..." He shrugged, "Which is cool as far as I'm concerned - means we aren't crawling through tubes and living in cubby holes."

Jake glanced over at her, nodding a little. Really everyone seemed to carry a sense of their own definition of home with them. Her's included dirt beneath her feet ans safety. His - well he'd not had much of a home to start with - at least not in the outside world. So his was all internal. Kind of made sense really. "Pets too? Dog - one of those big silly dumb ones that likes to chase sticks?"

 

She shrugs her shoulders.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Well, if you don't want to have a roommate, I can't fault you. I don't have one. Though, I do have two rooms, beside my own, that I can stay in at any time. Snuggle buddies are the best." It takes her a moment to get what he was referring to with his last statement. She gives him a sympathetic look and places her gloved hand on his shoulder. "That is really sad. I know a few single people on the Kalvania. Do you want me to introduce you to them?"

She considers, then nods her head. "Almost a year. Not a year. Don't go adding ceremony to things that have not happened."

The elevator starts moving, and she looks at the display panel to see where it was going. "I find it interesting that it goes up, down, sideways, and even diagonal in an area. It's kind of weird."

As he tries to offer a few words of comfort, she doesn't respond for a few beats. "A starship is not a home. Nor a place I want to raise children." Her head rotates until she looks up to him. "I hope we make a home on a planet. I want to raise children in the open, with air, and trees, animals, and wind... fresh flowers blooming, a water feature to one side.. "

 

Jake grinned a little,

Jake grinned a little, looking down at the book in his hands before smiling at her, bit lopsided self-deprecating smile there really. "... me and a roomie? Ha - I'm pretty sure one of us would end up tossing the other out on their rear before the week was out. As for anyone inviting me to stay -" He shrugged, "I got on this shift a bit late, I think everyone's already found their preferred ah... roommate."

He sticks his tongue out at the mention of returning to monotony, but lets it pass without comment. There's something to be said for a 'normal' shift after all. If only as a baseline for the happy to be measured against. "You guys have been dating a year - that's awesome."

He squinted at her at the mention of no home. Well aware of what they weren't saying - that 'home' was under siege - he leaned over to hit the right button musing over the thought in his head before speaking it. "You know... in my experience at least, a home's more about the people in it than the things or the exact place." He stepped back into the elevator, eyes on the numbers as they read out, "I suspect you and Darcy make a home - regardless of where it happens to be in the universe at the time."

 

Aatishon considers that Darcy

Aatishon considers that Darcy and Jakob are going to make some kind of game. She has no real opinion on that, but decides to be polite about it. "Good luck. I hope it is fun, challenging, and popular."

She cocks her head to the side, giving him an odd look for a moment. After considering a fair number of answers that would translate well, she remarks. "I see. Perhaps in time you will have the chance to."

She giggles as he says that his room in, in fact, boring. "You don't have a room mate? And no one invites you to stay in their room? That's really sad. Why haven't you tried finding a room mate?"

As he selects the proper buttons to call the elevator, he is rewarded with a smile and a little bob of her head. "Well, happy for now. I shall return to down once the rush of endorphins fade off, and the monotony of being in a mithril, and steel can set back in." She dips her head to him and walks into the elevator. "Why thank you." Once they are inside the elevator, she considers. "Almost a year. It has been a very odd year. It has been over a year since I was rescued from Gargoria. A year without a home." She stands to one side, so that he can choose the right buttons.

 

Jake nodded, "Yep - well,

Jake nodded, "Yep - well, Darcy and I are, she's the one who came up with the idea. I'm hoping this'll give me some good ideas that'll help us avoid going too far down the wrong path for it." He shrugged, "It should be fun though."

Her reaction to the hand kiss got a laugh, and a wink. "Oh if you'd asked for more than just an act, I'm fairly certain I could get a blush out of you." He grinned,

He laughed fully at her appraisal of his room. "And that would be because it is very boring." He wrinkled his nose, "What with a dire lack of company and all. It's just books and a computer."

He paused at the elevator, eyes crinkled up a little with the humor. Of course, as an act of chivalry, he would be hitting the buttons for her. And holding the door (what with the elevator doing most of the work), would certainly be in keeping with the mere 'act' of chivalry. Her blush at the wide grin and babbled explanation broke his control over the dignified act though, and he laughed, popping the button lightly with a fist.

"Hey, it's been that sort of trip, y'know? I'm glad you're happy." He did in fact hold the door for her, all fancifully formal before stepping into the elevator with her. "I heard the news, kind of had to wrap my head around it, too." He shook the glum off, "I'm glad she's able to get your mood up. How long have you and her been seeing each other?"

 

Aatishon looked at the title

Aatishon looked at the title again and mouthed some words to herself. "Game.. Design.. and .. Architecture." She quirks her brows upwards. "That sounds boring." As he explained the game engine portion, she nods her head. "You're going to make a video game?"

She allows him to take her hand, and pauses long enough to place her other hand over her heart and bend her knees enough to dip slightly. "How kind of you." Her hand is then brushed off against her outfit. "Felt forced. Not nearly romantic enough, and I didn't get flushed. All the hallmarks of an act. But, that shall do for now."

After a moment's consideration, she flatly states. "Your room sounds very boring."

As they arrive at the elevator, she stops. Her lips purse together and she nods towards the panel so that he can push the buttons for her. Then, the blush starts at her cheeks and spread throughout her face and down her neck. Her eyes shift to the ground, and she starts gnawing on her bottom lip. "I'm happy, okay? I've been down since the talk with the hard drive people in the holoroom. You know, the people picked up in the Sirian Solar System? They gave some bad news, and I've been very down... but I got some time to spend with Darcy, we had lunch, and stuff happened, and I'm feeling.. happy."

 

The book was a fairly bland

The book was a fairly bland title: 'Game Design and Architecture'. Not anything particularly fancy, though it looked to be well worn with scuffs on the cover and a few gouges here and there from being dropped too hard or slipping off a desk. He looked at the book himself, "... game design, or rather the underlying design considerations for game engines. Basically, how to code stuff like Live -"

He grinned at the demand for chivalry. "Oh, just an act not actual chivalry? I think I can manage that - " He stepped back, offering her a formal intricate bow, scooping her hand up to kiss the back of it, before following her with a grin.

"No no - other way around - I don't wanna fall asleep while reading this." He hefted the book, "It's a little dry at parts. So I'm going to Engineering where it's less likely I'll fall asleep while reading it. As opposed to my room where - I'll be out like a light in about three pages." He grinned.

Once they got the the corner, he was about to make a show of holding the elevators open for her, before catching that huge grin. He blinked, almost like a deer caught in headlights, before reflexively grinning back - his usual lopsided smile. "... er. Ok, what's that grin for, you? Your mouth is just about ear to ear here, what is it?"

 

She looks at the book in his

She looks at the book in his hand and repeats the title to herself, then looks at him, and back to the book. "What's... it about?" Whether she could read the title or not, she didn't say, but she did ask.

"You nearly ran me over." She points at finger at him, and put on an air of mild annoyance. "I demand an act of chivalry. Just like the movies demand. Please and thank you."

She nods her head a little. "Oh yeah, important to have sustenance. One should not forget to do that." She shifted again, then gave an idle tug of her hair, a hand playing with it, pulling out the strands, then going back in to scruff.

As they began walking away from Darcy's room, her nervousness began to fade, and she fidgeting with herself. "So, you're going to fall asleep... in Engineering? Isn't that more uncomfortable than your own room? I think there is a trundlebed in Engineering, but the ones in a room are bigger, and softer."

As they turned a corner, and began to the elevators, she threw one last look over her shoulder. Then she looks to him with a very large grin.

 

Jake blinked a few times at

Jake blinked a few times at her, the glasses casting just a faint light over his pupils as he took in that narrowed glance. Darcy had jumped him earlier with a shotgun in hand, now he had to wonder if he was about to get it from the other direction for some reason. "Ah... yeah? I -" He held up the book one finger still holding his spot, "Had my nose in this, wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry -"

"Cool -" He stepped out of her way, realizing he'd gotten just distracted enough to lurk longer than he ought to. Though her signs of nervousness were noted, and now he was ever so much more curious. And the girl just the honest sort to answer if asked directly, but he wasn't sure next time Darcy put a shotgun under his chin that she might not mean it if he pried in her girl's business.

"I was picking up a book from my room -" He nodded down the hall, "I'll just fall asleep if I read it in there so I was gonna haul it back to engineering and take some notes there." He shrugged with a grin, "Otherwise, I'm off shift and just tooling around - " He fell into step beside her, "killing a little bit of time before next shift."

 

Aatishon was glancing back at

Aatishon was glancing back at the door, when she pulls to a sharp stop thanks to someone almost crashing into her. She halts and looks up the few inches difference to see Jakob. Her eyes narrow a moment. "Oh hey?"

The room in question was Darcy's, and Aatishon gave a small shrug. "Nothing. Just had lunch." She giggled to herself, and start gnawing at her bottom lip. There was a look of embarrassment, as if she had just been caught doing something wrong. She shifts from heel to heel, and starts smoothing down her fleet suit again. Her tool belt is adjusted, even though it is fine. "What are you doing?"

 

Jake slowed down in the

Jake slowed down in the hallway, "Huh - parallel threads risk database sync issues on lag time? That's gonna be tricky to get around..." He muttered, only dimly registering a door clicking somewhere ahead of him. Head still down he stops only as his glasses flash red / collision warnings and he looks up just in time to avoid running over Aati.

"Oh hey!" He grinned. It looked like Aati was in as good a mood as Darcy was - he briefly noted which door she'd come from - yeah, gossip gatherer, but he's curious at least. He grinned, closing the book.

"What's up?"

 

Aatishon steps out of a

Aatishon steps out of a bedroom, and looks back as the door slides closed. She smirks a bit to herself, and then starts messing with her hair. While she normally had it a bit wild and fluffy, it was now mussy, as well. Once she door is shut, she looks down and checks her fleet suit, and pulls some clothing into place, before zipping it up.

She wiggles her head, finishes smoothing the suit down, then begins walking down the hallway, heading towards the elevators. She starts whistling to herself, a quick jaunty tune.

 

Jake had swung by his room

Jake had swung by his room looking for a copy of an old text on game engine design. Darcy's project had given him a lot of good ideas but they needed something at it's core simple and straightforward. The less moving parts, the less things to try to fix later. So he was going to hit the books - just not in his room - too likely to just fall asleep there.

So, he was swinging by to grab the book - and the head back to engineering. Off shift, so not exactly in a rush. He stepped back out into the hallway, closing and locking the door behind him. His nerves were still running high, given the one pilot still on ship (and he had a plan for dealing with that one later), so he reflexively checked for danger in the area.

Then on down the hall, half skimming the book already.

 

And so he came to the last

And so he came to the last room. The leaders's room. Jake swallowed staring at that door for a moment.

The room of the man he'd killed.

He turned to the guard, "You got that coffee? I could use some right about now."

The guard was kind enough to let the obvious procrastination pass and simply handed the thermos over. Jake poured, taking the moment to enjoy the bitterness of the drink. It made his nerves jump a little, having this much and brewed strong - but it was kinda helping. Soothing in that bitter kick in the teeth way. It covered the faintly metallic taste in his mouth.

He turned back to the door and did the preliminary check with the cameras. Things looked clear - so... in he went. Door opened while stepped to the side. (Safety first!) And then, in.

He paused at the doorway to take in the gut check of the room first. The search would go the same as the others - grid, left to right around the room as he had for the others. But here on that first impulsive gut check he wanted to see if anything stood out in this room. The room the last real way they had to interrogate the leader of this mutiny with his body cooling in the morgue.

Jake scanned the room slowly, giveing the glasses time to mark edges and highlight things he should make a note of during his grid walk.

 

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