CERES Testing out the Wares

Discussion in 'Private Roleplay' started by Castilene Kramer, Jan 27, 2019.

  1. Castilene Kramer

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    "Well..." She gestured with her hand, eyeing the woman as she went about her things. "It's not as if I start the day looking to get shot at."

    That normally meant things hadn't gone to plan. Probably better to assume Cas was bad at planning. Or maybe just a bullet magnet.

    Crossing her arms, a grin encroached on the neutral expression she had so far garnered. "I'm sure there are other things that could need mending. With how adept you are with your hands...you have any experience with suturing? Or do you stick strictly to soldering?"

    Aug was all elbows when it came to that sort of thing. And Cas could think of several instances where it might have been nice to have an extra pair of hands instead of employing the biting technique.
     
  2. Renaya

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    Renaya huffed, putting down her work and giving Castilene nothing short of an indignant look. "I am a properly certified technician!" Castilene was given a moment to let that gravity of her words sink in before Renaya pursed her lips and picked up her tools again.

    "My employers would break contract on the spot if I couldn't suture. Or code. Or fix your gas lines," she grumbled, gesturing to the ship with a loose wave.

    "You need something done, I can do it." She paused abruptly, brows furrowed as she looked warily at the woman.

    "....Why?"
     
  3. Castilene Kramer

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    "Well..." She would have thought the answer was self explanatory. "If someone makes a habit out of getting shot at, it might behoove them to have someone else around that can suture." Cas could suture just fine and had the various holes, cuts, and cybernetic scars to prove it. But when it came to drawing twine through sensitive skin, there was a certain commodity in cutting the line with scissors instead of teeth.

    And Aug was nothing but complacency and weak stomach when it came to sorting out wounds.

    "Needless to say, I'm happy to hear you can manage..." She turned her pointed her expression to the hull, feeling the kick of the initial thrusters. That sort of growl, like a stray dog standing over a carcass of bone and carrion - and defending what's left. "Aug seems giddy to get going. We best stow everything before every piece of plastic and metal turns into a weapon."

    Standing up, she gathered various things and started to move back into the kitchen.
     
  4. Renaya

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    Ren’s already colorless face paled further. Oh. She wasn’t talking about sealing up metal...

    Ren cleared her throat, hiding her discomfort behind quick movements to help gather and clean up her own mess. She did not clear up the miscommunication. She was not eager to take away what little position she had just secured in the crew.

    “Are we the only ones on here? How can you manage such a big ship on two?” She asked, unable to keep back her curiosity. She followed her into the kitchen, opening up a series of cabinets until one proved empty enough to secure her stolen bits. She closed it securely, using her weight even then to ensure nothing shot out and impaled them.
     
  5. Castilene Kramer

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    Cas assumed that Ren was referring to the fact that the ship was manned by just two people. Her and Aug. Though the truth was a bit more complex than that. The navigation system, which was as close to artificial intelligence as possible without truly being artificial intelligence, was as much a copilot as any other for Aug. And when it came to everything else, Cas managed. And maybe she did well with a spritz of luck.

    "Automation." Cas responded matter-of-factly. Pushing a few cups and bowls into the dish cleaner, she closed the metal drawer and engaged the lock. It whirled in protest.

    Cas had, for a moment, forgotten that while Ren was clearly a capable technician, she seemed to have existed largely in the spin. "Most ships this size can be manned by two people. Sometimes even one if the reserves are kicked on and the vessel is operating on low power. A good deal can go wrong on these ships and you won't even know it." Not until it was all screaming, like a gangbang of malfunctions all synced up and picking the most efficacious time for inconvenience.

    Things could be working hunky dory and just like that, it's a dark lit alleyway and the last brick mounted lamp was flickering out. "I think we are good here. Just need to get the rest of your terminal pieces stowed and we can hit the bunk before Aug kicks on the burn."
     
  6. Renaya

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    “Huh,” was all Ren said. She didn’t mean to, but she gave the room a purposeful look that said ‘so big, bad idea’. She was indeed use to living amongst a swath of people, where whole teams could be sent out to complete jobs and tasks if they were big enough. A two man ship?

    Sounded lonely.

    She tapped the cabinet purposefully, signifying her stuff was already loaded up.

    —And dangerous.

    “Lead the way,” She gestured, pushing off and giving space for Castilene to pass first. She had never hit a burn before, not a true one anyway. A spark of excitement bubbled inside her chest. You know. Behind the anxiety of being taken from home.
     
  7. Castilene Kramer

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    Cas nodded. The burn they had before wasn't entirely like a burn, more of a vest full of weights to keep someone tied down thoroughly to the bed. Like the sort of straps they hit the patients with back in Eloise, nothing more than rubble now. But the legends still left kids roaming through the old Detroit yards.

    "Sure thing." She shoved her hands into her pockets as she knocked the tips of her boots against the threshold, just prior to leaving the kitchen and heading down the hall. Full burn required seating in the tiered cockpit, a full ladder down from the pilots seat in the loft overhead. The path from the kitchen to the seating area was fairly straightforward, though it did put the ships construction on clear display.

    For a Belter, or Martian for that matter, the ship would appear unnecessarily elegant. Belters had the habit of hanging on to ugly ships, the sort that were as much hodgepodge as anything else. Like someone had taken seven different ships, unzipped them in jagged bits, and sewed it all back together. Martian ships were different entirely, built rough around the edges and meant for one sole purpose. Utility. Earther ships, however, had the style and arrogance that came with being the original race. Some might gawk at the unnecessary components but at the end of the day, it made for an exciting few moments when something fell off the side of the hull or clanked against the inner flooring. Fifty-fifty shot it was something vital and else-wise, nothing more than decoration.

    Time would surely tell.

    "I assume you've never sat in one of the chairs?" She stated quietly as they moved slowly through the sternum of the ship.
     
  8. Renaya

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    Oh how Ren itched to get her fingers into this ship. No attempts were made to hide her growing hunger as she was walked deeper in. She had known this was an Earther ship, there was no hiding that even if Cas managed to stop turning her words to silky butter. Still. It wasn’t often, hell ever, she was given open access to one.

    She blinked from her thoughts, giving the chair a glance and slowly shaking her head.

    “Never been off spin,” she confirmed. “Well... besides to service a ship nearby but that’s not burn worthy...” She ran her fingers along the edge, slight apprehension tinging her excitement.

    “Does it hurt?”
     
  9. Castilene Kramer

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    It was the sort of chair that gripped the wearer, making the person question whether it was molded to them specifically or just designed to function that way. In truth, the design required that the chair cup around the user. So it enlisted some low tech design that shifted the chair depending on weight and dimensions of the wearer. Cas could count the number of times someone sat in the secondary seat, for which Ren was destined, on one hand.

    The ship ran on twos.

    "That depends..." She gestured for Ren to take a seat. "Aug says it feels like someone is torquing his balls with a vice grip. But he seems into that...and I've got very little interest in the status of his genitals." She pressed the button on the harness and it sprung open. "Come on, I'll show you how to tighten it down once you're in."
     
  10. Renaya

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    Ren slowly lowered herself in, her expression marred with something akin to concern as she tried to pictured what torquing balls would feel like. Not pleasant, she’d imagine.

    “How-how long will we be burning?” She asked, said concern creeping up into her tone.
     

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