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"Yup Exactly, WPL we could screw the whole god dang world up we introduced to high of technology to it." She grinned, pleased that he already knew this. "Arligh' 'ere we be. Mishaps Portal room." She and Ike took to heave one of the towering steel doors open just enough to let them pass into the massive space of a room filled with the spheres that were constanly flickering between images. Any moment now, Kairin would probablly come into view, with Saun. Unless of course she hadn't actually been able to save that world form its thirty second till doom epidemic.

Brian grinned, and violently hook the Captains hand.
"I really meaned it, it was terribly nice to guide us inwards. I mean, sure, I can fly that thing, but I definitively lack in the landing department. I man, really, really nice!"
"Ugh! UGH!", said the Librarian, and shook the captains hands.
The captain looked a bit surprised, but Brian went on.
"So, captain, I mean, after all, you really are a captain. Me and the Librarian, yes, the hairy dude behind me, we thought we owe you a bit of personal gratitude, so I thought of a little gift. "
The captain nodded. He seemed a bit more confident with a gift then a 12 year old and a monkey flying one of his precious investments without any obvious training.
"Well, it is not much, but after all, you pretty much saved our lives.
Well, this is something really, really cool. I call it a PDA. See, if you press that shiny red button in the front, you get to look at over 9000 pictures of women that are not properly dressed, which the Librarian ensured me that would be a neccesary bonus to it. But, the real thing is this button. if you press it, you can see a list of things you can do to make your ship a bit better. I mean, I just took the liberty of including blueprints of everything, because I do not know what you can get your engineers to build. But it should be preatty easy.
So, that is the manual, that is the PDA itself, do not let anybody see it, do not let anybody except you have it, and if it seems broken, well, you know where to find me. I have included the adress of Mishaps on the back, and I think you know what to do. Just phone in, ask for some guards or bodyguards, preferrably somewhere where we can stay on board for a few days, and be sure to ask for us again.
Well, Just as a ballance for all the lewd pictures, I have included on the remaining 100 MB a few works of literature. I mean, I am pretty sure you can find out a way to make some money out of it. "
He grinned, and patted the Captain on the hand.
"So, this is my present. The Librarian deccided graciously to give you his private stock of exotic foods, which I am sure you can sell pretty highly if you find someone who likes food.
Now, captain, if you come over here, and look in that direction, what do you see?"

The captain was a bit confused. He was not sure how a boy this young had already mastered the art of reading, which he considered very difficult, or why the boy was smiling all the time, but he was sure what the boy was pointing at.
"well, that is the city. "

"Partially right", said Brian. "You may see a city, but I see a place of opportunitys. I suppose you have someone in your crew you can trust, and who knows the city?"
The captain scratched his head, and nodded slowly.
"Well, Young mad Jenkins is is from here, and he is about your age. Why do you ask?"
"Captain, do you want to lend us Mister Jenkins for a while? I mean, just for, let's say, the next five hours? I mean, we have a lot of shopping to do, and we need someone who can show us where to go....."

The captain nodded. It was making him slightly nervous why the boy was smiling all the time, or why the ..... hairy guy..... was grinning all the time. He shrugged, and called for young mad Jenkins.

Brian greeted the boy, said his goodbye to the captain, and trodded off with jenkins.
"So, you are jenkins, right? well, fabulous. Listen to me, jenkins. I have a few Items on my shopping List, and a few things to do. So, can you tell me where I can exchange some money, dress like a local, and have some fun while we shop? I mean, as you are our guide, you will have to be a part of anything we do. And believe me, It will not be dull and boring, oh no. You see the Librarian over there? He is my buddy, and when I asked him to show me what this whole talk about puberty was, he mentioned that I "needed to go where the lewd ladies are", what ever that means.....
So, basically, you know where we can do all that? In five hours?"

Jenkins slowly nodded. That guy was obviously crazy, the way he was smiling all the time. There was only one place where all of that was possible, and it was the "Artists Quarter", as it was called. Well, It would probably be dangerous to go in there all alone, but with a rich and obviously foreign guy, and a .... guy ..... with much bodily hair and a big gun, he was sure they could at least try. He knew nothing much, but he was sure that money and guns opened every door he knew of.

Slowly, the tree of them walked into the crowd of people, two of them grinning and highfiveing each other the whole time.

Hm. Seemed the teleporters worked just fine.

Gene wasn't one to socialize, often, but this time, it seemed that he was much obliged to answer the question in his captain's stead-- after all, he had only met the captain today and they barely knew eachother at all.

"Gene Dalfont. Interplanar mercenary, now working for you guys."

He looked the woman up and down, and gathered that she was somewhat interestingly dressed. "Did ya... did ya lose a bet?" Ofcourse, his ever-sarcastic humor was something that the crew would learn to appreciate.

Brian felt a little heartbroken, as he hugged the girls goodbye, and paired up with the Librarian and Young jenkins, who already stood outside, and talked to their girls.
he sighed, and flipped a cigarette out of his pack, that he lit with his lighter. He looked down at his fancy clothes, and sighed. Everything in him revolted against wearing a powdered wig, or pants that would make a blind man go "G'dang!". But, apparently, that was the style the local underground liked most.
He inhaled his cigarette deeply, and remembered the moment they had entered this place. Well, the locals had been kind of unfriendly, untill Brian had won a few gold coins in a relatively fair game of cards (they cheated by taking false asses, and marked cards, he cheated by counting the cards with the help of the microprocessor in his goggles, where was the difference?), and had deccided to spent them graciously on free booze for the entire room, while he only ordered a glass of milk.
Then they had met a nice man who had introduced himself as "Gasparov, the Shadow of the Full Moon", who had demanded out of respect that they played a game with ech other. Apparently, the gentleman had been the chief of the Local underground, and after Brian had drunken a few milks, and gasparov had a few beers, they began to talk about the world, the Flying, the money, women, technology exchange, knowledge of selfmade explosives, locaL customs of rioting, and the glorious invention of torture, and psychological warfare.
The talks that far had been good. Apparently, They did not expect that a 15 year old had the knowledge of mixing together fire that could not be put out by water (Magnesium-Phosphate, mixed with a bit of gunpowder) in as much detail as knowledge about putting daggers in places where noone liked it, while keeping the victim alive for as long as possible. He sighed. These poor people, nobody had ever bothered to explain pyramid-schemes, or spam letters, or the basics of semi-conducting relays to them, or even mentioned how drugs could be gauined from dried peanut shells or the inside of bananas. In return, the leader of this "Thieves guild" had accepted to give Brian a sample of the wing and sail material, blueprints of the ship technology, some samples of local drugs, and a sufficient explanation of what this omnious puberty was. He had even gotten this girl inside, but after a while, it had blushed so severely that it had been a bit uncomfortable, and brian had to abort his studies.
He sighed. He knew he was small and seemed a little fragile, but it was absolutely neccesary that he conducted his research on natural subjects. Well, what could he have done otherwise, guessed the shape of her "Funbags", as they were apparently named, simply by looking at her dressed? God, he had thought this twenty something girl would be mature enough to not behave like a girl of his age, all giggly and blushing. For gods sake, how was he supposed to learn all of this stuff? Apparently, for whichever reasons, adults considered this stuff important, but nearly all of them reacted somehow ashamed.
Well, then Gasparov had shown them an etablissement that was named "the red lantern", apparently a pub-massage studio. Well, at first, they made a fuzz about letting him and jenkins in, but then he was very convincing with a few gold coins, and after all, The librarian was with them, who still had his combat gear on.
Now,that had been more to his likeing. Jenkins had been allowed to drink all evening for free, which resulted in him downing two beers on the lap of some chubby girl, and then sleeping, leaned against her, while Brian had been interested in some of the acrobatics skill of the girls. These girls had not been squeamish at all, and none of them had cared if he had asked some questions, or wanted to drink some milk. .....
He waved to Lisa, Greta, Helena, Marie, Anette, Heidi, Chanell, Rowena, Veronica and Brenda, grabbed jenkins,who obviously was suffering under some bad "Zombie-Ice-tea" , whatever that might have been, and together, they took a coach back to the Misshaps Portal. On their way, they picked up their bags, now filled with his new belongings, and drove on to the Mishaps portal. Brian shook the hand of Gasparov.
"Well, Mister Shadow, pleasure to have done business with you, and I hope we will meet again. And thank you again for pointing out that I was hurting the local customs by not accepting the girls underwear. I mean, I do not understand it, but hey, I did not want to hurt them. "
The man grinned
"Anytime, little one. Well, you sure are a strange child, but hey, if you have to hang out with these merchanerie-guys, you gotta be strange. Well, if you can come by again, no problem. will be glad to meet ya again. I mean, if you have some more goodies for me. Oh, and Librarian dude: I have seen many things, but I never saw a girl freaking out like this. The trick with the banana was intimidating.... Guess you can finger her too?"
The librarian ughed friendly, highfived the guy, and both of them waved at the driving coach, untill it was out of sight.
"by the way, Librarian, why did you exchange emails? I mean, totally, chicks do not digg Linux, or even Unix. "
"Ugh?"
"I mean, using the finger-command to find her email adresse is like totally out of date. "
The Librarian grinned, and patted Brian on the head, then held his long and thick fingers in front of him.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF..."
"Ugh! Ugh, uGh, E€ek!"
"Yea, I understand. If I am older....."
Together, they stepped through the portal, pulling the big bag.....

With the sound of a girl slurping a slurpy empty, played backwards, Brian and the Librarian appeared. Brian looked around, and immediatelly felt this horrible nagging feeling of people near him not respecting his autority.
He closed his eyes, and a brief conclusion of the first impression of himself and the Librarian flashed through his mind. Himself, having the body of a 12 year old geek, dressed in his usual combination of his favourite T-shirt ("If you disagree, type rm -rf*", white with a big red tomato sauce spot over the right n****e ), and some nondescript jeans. The Librarian, 400 pound Orang Utan, dressed in a slick kevlar diving suit with something looking like a nightvision scope over his head, and a very big gatling-gun in his hands. He opened the eyes, and immediatelly, his eyes fell upon the guy. He grinned, as he noted the new face. he would be in the payroll.
"Captain Eva, I have been thinking, that stuff you were screaming about cutting of some ... members of the princes body, only because the Captain of the attacking four battleships was a bit rude... Can you repeat that? I mean, it was dang good stuff, and it also sounded horribly painfull..... but you mastered it excellently. "
He turned around, and watched the new guys.
"well, Hi there. My name is tech, and this hairy fella with the gun is the Librarian. So, just a question I have been pondering, is it that rude if a girl dances on your lap, and offers to make you some milkshake, and you do not at once accept her underwear?"
"Ugh, Ugh, eeek!", said the librarian, while he revealed perly white teeth with only a bit blood.

ooc: Have a soccer game and work this evening so I might not be able to get on And Snake Ill send you a reply PM about the guild when I get bak on ^^ dont have much time now because technically Im not supposed to be sneaking on the school computers at this time >.>


Xinrie grinned lightly, with a gesture of her head. "What he said, Hes apparently another member of my merry band of misfits....and the other one would by Cyrtih. She pointed further back behind her with a jest of her thumb. "Not too sure whos squad he is apart of but he said he needed to come 'ere fer a mission." She noted all of this with a light friendly tone, out of most of the captains that shes talked with she liked Eva the most, She seemed to have her head on a more level ground.

((CHA!!!! I AM BACK! Sorry about my extended leave. I am sorry, have been preoccupied with my other roleplays. I really am sorry. If anyone wants to give me a bit of recap, that would be awesome. If not, that is fine....))

((Hrisskar we are in Sokato's office.))

Anima went to a casual pose and leaned against the wall infront of the Captain. "I don't know, I was driving through the forest and a big trap opened beneath me and when I woke up I was on a lab table with scientists around me. I busted out and came back here." He smirked.