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 Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:07 pm
"The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean." -Carl Sagan Ackardia was the largest city of Rigel V, fifth planet away from the star Rigel. Currently, Rigel was visiting the other side of Ackardia's horizon, leaving the city to light itself with winking signs and glaring billboards. The stars were always in the night sky over Ackardia. Always there, but always blotted out by the colorful, greedy lights. It was accidental, but served the status quo appropriately well, even better at discouraging cosmic curiousity than the public notices plasted over building walls and lamp posts all over town. The big, white ones that read:  Most passersby didn't pay much mind, and the ones that did thought it to be a joke or promotional work for some enthusiastic amatuer band. It was nothing serious, for citizens of Ackardia, and its home planet for that matter, had little interest in interstellar travel, what with so much work to be done in the offices. So much fun to be had in the clubs. Most nights, the ground was popular, while the sky sat alone, taken for granted. Most nights, but not this one.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:35 pm
پ Pirate Crews پ
ژ AirShip Pirates ژ(Ship Name: The Gypsy)- KiyoshiKatsuro(Main Captain) - Po_BirdFlight(Co-Captain and Mechanic) - My_Lovely_Ending(Healer/Medic/Doctor) --
ڄ The Star Theives ڄ(Ship Name: Ellenore)- Dreadpiratestrangeworth(Captain) - Dollface_DemiGod(First-Mate and Spy) - Rikku_Albed(Mechanic) --
ڎ The Hazards ڎ- Forever_Thirst(Captain) - Anaima(First Mate) - Hatter_Witch(Inquisitor) --
٭Navy Officers٭- Sotora_Fox(Upper Rank, just under being a Captain) -----
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Po
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 1:22 pm
This Thread is now Open for Posts.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 10:42 pm
Po sat up abruptly in her cold bed. At first, she was mildly confused, as was usual when she first woke up, the lingering haze of the rem state, the dream stage of sleep, causing a bewilderment at the sudden ejection from the illusive seat. After a few moments of deliberately grasping at composure, she shivered. Her sheets were freezing, the air in the room dry and very much like a shot of ice straight to the lungs every breath that was to be inhaled.
She narrowed her salmon pink eyes darkly, the heat of annoyed anger warming her limbs. "He's turned off the bloody heat again, the b*****d." she snarled, not unlike a wild animal, and threw back the covered.
This she immediately regretted. It seemed that even her vexed rage couldn't keep her bare skin warm against the Captains' (so far) successful attempt to freeze her to death. In silken mens' boxers and a dress sized t-shirt with a "STOP THE NAVY!" logo across the front, she exploded out of her room like a tornado raping a detonated atomic bomb. Puffs of hot vapor came out of her mouth, a visual announcement that it was colder outside her room, and her bare feet were beginning to turn blue with cold. This only fed her rage until it was at an irrational height, which would surely cause her to say or do something that she would later regret, but right now, it was feel wonderful. Really, that was all that mattered to her.
"Po, what's wrong?" One of the engineers, most likely on break, asked her as she stalked past like a soldier off to war, in her silk undies and loosely hanging t-shirt, whose collar was so stretch that it had begun to slip off a shoulder while she stomped around the bridge, trying to find the missing, or hiding, Captain of the Airship Gypsy.
"I am in search for Satan, have you seen him?" she demanded, irate.
The young man, boy really, stared at her in a way that brought to light how completely mental she appeared. "I'm not sure what you mean, ma'am." he said soothingly, attempting to calm her unreasonable wrath.
"Satan, he's about this tall... plus a few more inches." she wasn't tall enough on her tip-toes and reaching arm to show the relative height even, she was simply to short. "He has blue eyes, wears a Captain's uniform... when he feels like wearing clothes..." she listed, not in the least bit helpfully.
The boy rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, as if the Gods could save him from her madness. Unlikely, they liked her more, no one was to be saved from her madness, if she herself could not be saved. "The Captain is in his room of course." the boy mumbled, almost sighed really.
She blinked her great big pink eyes at him, as though she were the simpleton he thought her to be. "You mean he has his own room? I don't know why he bothers, he practically lives in my room, cluttering my space, the braggot. Need he more space to clutter?!" she demanded of the boy, but he had already slipped off down the hall. "When I find you, I am stealing the blasted key to the thermostat!" she shrieked into the silence of the main bridge and kicked at the floor repeatedly, imagining the Captain's head to be the linoleum.
While she assaulted the innocent floor, the ship thought to itself, "Now what on Mecca has the floor ever done to you?"
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hatter_witch Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:25 am
((Changes made.))
Whinnifred sat in the Captain's chair, swiveling it back and forth on its turning pole that was welded to the floor. She mostly just did this to annoy the Captain. So far, the attempt hadn't worked, either because the Captain Varselle really didn't care, or because he hadn't begun to care. YET. The yet was important, because it left the possibility that at some point, it would finally cause a reaction.
This attempted mind unraveling had been going on for several days, starting after the Captain had announced that he was not at all afraid of her. Whinnie didn't like this, as the inquisitor, it was her personal job to make every member of this space ship shake in their boots at the very mention of her name. If one person was fearless, others would rise up to the quota, and this! she could not have. Though she wasn't willing to do anything to the Captain to make him fear her, for she actually liked her Captain, she did feel it was her right to cause as much turmoil as she could until Varselle lied and re-announces that he was terrified of Whinnifred. Didn't have to be true, Whinnie honestly didn't care if he was really afraid, but the lie would ensure no one would get any ideas that she was a push over, because any one but the Captain himself would be an idiot to do so. If there was anything Whinnifred was good at, it was her job. And she'd disembowel the first degenerate who dared to say otherwise.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 11:02 am
Explosions of light, Karma pulling all the God's she could into a worm hole that would send them all scattered across the worlds, and she only to stay behind with the rest of her family, the Ring Masters and Ring Mistresses that they were Lords and Creators of the world that was at its end, as the enormous Raven God devoured their home, and them. Black feathers fluttered across her vision as familair hands pulling at her through the portal, trying to pull her to safety while she fought against it, calling the Raven God by name, but he didn't hear, or didn't care. He was not her Kage right then, he was the beast that consumed his human flesh and then turned to consume her world.
Black feathers.
Doll sat up slowly, the blankets that were piled on top of her fell away from her torso and were half twisted around her from the waist down. Her shirt was stuck tightly to her skin from sweat. She blinked her black eyes against the darkness, shadows moved in the corners of the room, anxious about her well being. They whispered endearments around her, but the dream left her too unhinged to really let their love sink in.
She exhaled a long sigh and covered her huge eyes with a small sheet-white hand, her slender fingers rubbing and pushing at the skin, as if it she could rub away the images the dream had brought back to life, as it did often whenever she let herself sleep. She had long since stopped hoping for mercy from her treacherous mind, peace would not come to her in sleep now, not since Kage destroyed her world, the home that she had been given when she had ascended into a Goddess.
She pulled the heavy covers back and stood, stretching her small limbs, shook the sleep and dream off, pushing it back to the far reaches of her mind, and quickly performed her daily exercises in hygiene and dressed. She then wondered the familiar halls of the Ellenore.
Somehow, after she had been thrust backwards into the portal, she found herself on a world where space travel without a permit was illegal. She had been a space pirate before, on another space ship, in the Mars district, so space piracy was a familiar face to her new world of nothing. It wasn't long after that she stumbled upon a man whose eccentric, half mad nature reminded her of her last Captain, and she took to him like a fish to water, quickly joining his crew and falling back into the life style that had brought her to meet Kage in the first place.
Though he destroyed everything she had loved, still she hoped he had found the coat that contained the Raven God and allowed him human flesh. Hoped that if he was out there, he was in control of himself. She would tell people that this hope stemmed from the fact that if he had not found his coat and control over himself, then the Raven God would still be stalking space, consuming whole worlds, and space ships, and that they were only safe if the Raven was contained. But it was a lie, she simply wished him well, because she loved him.
Doll stepped quietly into the control bridge, a cup of something hot which she had somehow unknowingly acquired during her trek to the bridge. She had been so lost in thought, she couldn't remember how she got it, but it smelled suspiciously of alcohol and chocolate. She shrugged self-loathingly and took a sip. It was most certainly alcohol and coco.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 11:54 am
"A spectacular idea, Miss Doll," erupted a voice from behind her. Past her scurried Strangeworth with a cup identical to hers, though the contents looked black, pitch black, and sent an invisible stream of chemical air into the room, smelling strongly of alcohol and not at all of chocolate. Strangeworth stopped at the large window at the front of the bridge, gazing out into a sky that had been stained pink by city lights.
The Ackardia skyport.
He was wearing a white, long-sleeved t-shirt, with black stripes running horizontally along it. His outer shirt was missing, as were his gloves. His boots were on, but untied and his glasses were gradually slipping off of his nose. Thankfully, he was also wearing pants. His hair was unkempt, but styled, it really only looked slightly different. He took a swig of the cup, jerked his head violently to the left, then slowly nodded upward as the mystery liquid oozed down his throat. " A little booze to liven things up. You may be having exciting dreams that can be heard throughout the ship, but some of us aren't so lucky. I love the big city as much as the next bachelor, but being stuck in this town is boring me to death."
He looked over to another side of the dock. Two navy scout ships were sitting a few spaces over from the Ellenore. They were grunt ships, probably without a proper captain or officers, just here monitoring the docks. But if the Ellenore took flight now, they'd be onto her, and her captain didn't want trouble.
Well, not right now, anyway.
Strangeworth pushed his glasses back in their proper place. He glanced down at his cup and winced for two reasons. The first was that he had drank the contents all in once sip, and the second, that the lingering fumes were beginning to remind him of chemical fuel.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 12:51 pm
Doll grunted, most unladylike and took another swig of her concoction. "I hadn't realized I'd made any noise at all. You're sure that hadn't been the fire breathing lizredian monster that lives in your closet?" she muttered humorlessly.
She then eyeballed his person briefly, and her posture picked up a little, finally, the beginnings of amusement. She never could seem to stay in a self-pitying bad mood with the Captain around. "Have you showered this week? I can tell, you don't smell as awful, I am very proud of you, sir." she half sang, which left only her only half able to appear serious.
She also noticed the Navy ships near by. Doll didn't say so out loud, but she wondered how they would escape without complications. She didn't bother to ask because even if she were to ask, he couldn't answer her. StrangeWorth was not one for plans, he just did the first thing that came to his mind. This spontaneous nature would frighten most people. Dollface was not most people, and she found his off the wall attitude endearing... and the repercussions of his brilliantly dramatic adventures kept her mind off the past, another plus to space piracy. Never a dull moment.
Without a word, or questions about their situation, she pulled a large bottle out from under her desk, the First Mate's desk, near the Captain's desk, which was really more like a really plush chair with a small table in front of it, only to be used for meals. The bottle had no label, but had a bright blue cork and the same suspicious black sludge that had been in the Captain's cup. What else were First Mates good for, if not to keep their Captain's cup filled? She uncorked the new bottle and poured more into his cup, still in his hand. The black stuff came out slowly, baring a stark likeness to molasses. Or maybe she was exaggerating a little. But only a little.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 1:26 pm
"That lizredian was in my closet for awhile. Remember, the jungles of Sirius VII? And, actually, I don't think that smell is me..." He pointed cautiously to the cup as the dark, thick menace crawled into it. He straightened his face, readying himself for another masochistic drink, and almost sipped what she had poured in the cup, but stopped to analyze it one more time with a well-hidden but shaky disgust. A percentage of this stuff, he was certain, was gasoline. Then his mind wandered.
Gasoline. What a filthy fuel. The Ellenore ran entirely on clean, stellar electricity. Strangeworth never wanted that dirty, cumbersome liquid in his ship's tank. He glanced out the window again- those Navy ships were probably full of the stuff...
...Yes.
He set the cup on a nearby panel counter and turned to face Doll with a wide grin stretching on his face, giddy with a fresh idea. "I've got it. I need you to get me the siphoning pump... it's a long black rubbery tube with a ball in the middle... from the engine room's tool closet and meet me outside in five minutes," He took a painful gulp of the black stuff (he decided upon calling it Coal Juice) and darted off to his quarters.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 1:55 pm
Doll sighed a long dramatic sigh, as if she were put out, when really, she was excitedly curious about what his off-the-wall-plan was. Again, she didn't ask, surprises were so much more fun. "Aye Cap'n." she mockingly saluted and bolted out of the Bridge, half flying down the hall.
The ship was massive, at least in comparison to her last ship, and was filled with maze-like hall ways. When she'd first boarded the ship, she'd had to carry a map around with her for weeks, until she memorized the the blue prints of course. Blue prints made sense to her, maps were a confusing mesh of colors and lines.
When she neared the engine room, she slowed to nearly a creep. Sneaky like a shadow, she crept up to the door and took a peak inside. She didn't see the blonde hair of Trance anywhere, but she kept her hopes down. If she became elated now, she would surely be taken by surprise by their cute, but talkative mechanic. Usually, she'd be happy to listen to Trance's newest story, and most were hilarious... most, not all. But today, she was on a mission, and such was rare, so she didn't really have the time for a story. Later, she'd stop by out of guilt for sneaking in without a hello.
Silently, she shimmied her way threw the door crack and snuck into the supply closet, finding the object the Captain had asked for, and slithered back out the door she'd entered through. She ran like a mad woman the entire way back, passing startled crew members and annoyed passengers. Like any pirates' ship, their did harbor criminals, and carried people from one planet to another, people without papers for space travel.
She took a mad leap out of the main exit and calmly walked up beside the Captain, holding out the siphoning pump. Somehow she manged, comically, to make her face serine and was not in the least out of breath. Picture of innocence, though she had no doubt the Captain knew better, if he was even paying attention. Often times, he really wasn't.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 2:21 pm
Strangeworth strolled out of his quarters, now looking a little more complete with slightly-less-messy hair, gloves and a black pea coat. He walked through the ship's corridors and onto the side decks heading across, over to a small equipment cabinet, pulling out a rope about twelve yards long. He wrapped it around his shoulder.
It was about this time that Doll strode over to him. "Good. Now, we have to be kind of sneaky about this, but you take the pump and get it into the first naval ship's gas tank. I'll make sure no one interrupts you, after I roll these into place"
He stepped aside to reveal to her two four-foot-tall tin barrels. "See you on the other side." He began rolling one of the barrels away, which in turn pushed the other.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:20 pm
"Oh my." Doll mumbled, then gave a quick laugh and set off to do as she was bid. Lucky for him, that his first mate also happened to be the crews' spy, sneaky was something she was very good at. She gave 3 quick kicks at the dock with her heel, as if it were a tradition in readying herself, or some such good luck habit.
Leisurely, as if this was all some unimportant hobby of theirs, she walked, half skipped really, off the dock and onto the small gutter that ran along between docks, catching the space sewage that floated in from the sea of nothingness they roamed. She milled through the waste as if it was nothing more than a row of daisies until she was under the dock of the first Navy Ship. She tilted her head up, studying the ship's underside through the cracks in the dock floor, trying to find the gas cap. Somehow, her fedora managed to stay on, though she was nearly leaning backwards, finally locating her target.
She straightened the hat and coxed the near by shadows to come out. They moved like tentacles of sooty smoke, until they touched her skin. She wrapped them around her until not an inch of her colorless white skin would be seen, nor any of her clothes. In fact, she was a naked silhouette, at least another shadow would have seen every detail of her person, every curve and angle, but to, oh, say, a navy officer with simple human eyes, she'd be nothing more than a passing shadow, and she moved as such. Doll climbed up one of the dock posts and crawled under the ship. When she saw the barrel under the area already, she shook her head, marveling at his swiftness,then continued on to her own work. She unscrewed the lid and pushed the siphoning tube down into the tank, starting the pump. It wasn't long before the barrel was full, and at this point, she wasn't sure if she was supposed to leave it, dispose of it, wait for the Captain? She teeter side to side anxiously, trying to decide.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 2:53 pm
The pilot of the naval ship was inches away from the fuel gauge in the small, cramped control office. The arrow on the gauge quickly crept to a quarter tank, and had the pilot been anything but slumped over, unconscious, he'd have noticed.
Strangeworth, standing behind the pilot, tucked his pistol away into the inner breast pocket of his coat. He watched the gas level go down, grinned, and headed back outside, stepping over two more unconscious navy soldiers, all that the ship seemed to have to offer. He pushed the other barrel over the port side of the ship and prepared it for the siphoning of the last bit of the ship's fuel, stripping the filled barrel away and pushing it off, readying it elsewhere for phase two.
He crept back onto the deck of the ship, just to make sure none of the navies had come back around. It was at this point that, from behind him, he heard footsteps. He didn't dare make a quick move to turn around, this person was close. There was a clicking noise, presumably the readying of a pistol. Strangeworth threw up his arms.
"Don't move," barked a stern voice. "What are you doing?"
"Just... Well... Stealing your gas."
"You're in the wrong part of the ship for tha-"
Strangeworth interrupted him with a pleading, nervous tone, sounding as if on the verge of tears. "Please... don't hurt me. I'm just lookout. Our power was cut this morning. We couldn't afford the bills. My wife is siphoning your gas tank. I told her not to steal from you guys... That you're bad new-... er... badass..."
"Okay, okay, shut up. Walk slowly down to the tank. I'm following right you."
"Gladly," said Strangeworth, as he grinned, and led the sailor armed with a firearm down to the reserve of explosive chemicals.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 5:39 pm
Doll had just finished with the last of the gas, but the siphoning tube just would not come out! She spouted off some curse words in a language that she couldn't remember where she been taught it, but she was fluent. She had that going for her, if not the blasted siphoning pump, which was ruining her life. She hiked her leg up so that her foot was flat against the ship belly, using it as leverage to pull the tube out.
This was about when the Captain came around the corner with another man who had a pistol to his head. She briefly made sure her shadows were still wrapped around her. It didn't occur to her how odd it would look for a silhouette of a woman to be stealing gas. She was almost positive that the Captain would find a great deal of amusement out of the whole ordeal once everything was over and done with. He did so enjoy a good laugh. In his odd manic way, that is.
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