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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 1:17 pm
Lucifer gave him an icy glare. "A fighter ship is an extension of the pilot. So, the pilot should treat it as such." He gave a sexy grin. "And since we all know I'm rather vain, I extend the courtesy to my Suzuka."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 3:20 pm
Again he laughed then disappeared behind the ship again. "Yeah yeah. Where are your gold rings? Hiding on the landing gear perhaps." A glances was given to the mechanic. "Sorry to make your job worse but we didn't quite escape unscathed."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 4:14 pm
Lucifer clenched his fist. "I'm going to ignore those comments and concentrate on NOT welding your head to your fighter."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 4:26 pm
"Awww did I mess up the shexy mans 'hair'? I'm sorry." He came around his ship and mock pouted at Lucifer followed with some over the top kneeling down, nearly kissing the floor. "Do forgive this one. This one did not mean it!" The restrained laughter could be heard in the form of little snickering. He was trying so hard not to laugh.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 5:15 pm
Name: Haruki Kaemon
Age: 16-ish
What you do on the ship (or, in this case, want to do): Build and maintain weapons, armor, robots, etc.; take care of the plants in the Hydrophnics level
How long you've been with the ship: ...Just beamed in, if my entry post works out the right way...
Background: Born and raised in Japan. Was kidnapped at five by aliens, taken back to their homeworld, and kept as a slave. Recently escaped, drove away in a small ship, and is now drifting in space, having long since run out of fuel.
Personality: Quiet--but with a fierce, rugged, determined side that few, if any, ever see. Avoids contact with people as a general rule--the only "people" he'd been around for most of his life were other slaves. Will stand up for what he beleives is right, and won't run away from danger, even if he's afraid.
Likes: Making things grow and building things; reading; writing; singing
Dislikes: Getting hurt; watching others get hurt; reckless maltreatment of machinery or plants
Weapons: Force Lance (self-taught), pretty decent with a Laser Gun (which I'm just going to call a blaster, for the sake of familiarity)
Looks: (during first post) Ragged, lusterless black hair that reaches his waist and looks like it's been cut with a blunt knife by an unskilled barber (it's actually just burnt off that way). Dull, almond-shaped, silver-blue eyes. Abnormally thin. No shirt, pants torn off at the knee. Whip scars lacing his entire back (they used electric whips, which accounts for the ragged cut of his hair--patches were sliced off when he was whipped). Three parallel scars on his right cheek, the middle and longest tracing from his temple to his chin.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 5:40 pm
Haruki lifted his head a little, so he was peering above the dashboard of the small ship. Just...one more look...
It was useless. There was no ship. There never would be a ship--not in enough time.
He clutched at his aching stomach, sinking back against the foot of the pilot's seat. How long had he been adrift? Long--very long. And now, he was going to die--alone, starving, and still adrift in the endless void of space.
At least...I won't die...with them tormenting me...
He peered up over the dashboard again--and what he saw stunned him completely. There was a starship. It was there, just entering his view. But it was so far away--by the time he reached its current position, it would be long gone.
Haruki reached for the radio--and remembered that it hadn't worked for ages. Muttering curses under his breath, he set to work as fast as his battered body would allow to hot-wire the radio.
After about five minutes, he got a spark. The radio flickered dully to life.
"Hello?" he said into the radio, wincing at the static emissions. He would be lucky if anyone could hear him over the static--or if they picked up on the broadcast at all. "Does anyone read me?"
His voice cracked with desperation. "Hello? Please--please respond!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:50 pm
Astireth "Awww did I mess up the shexy mans 'hair'? I'm sorry." He came around his ship and mock pouted at Lucifer followed with some over the top kneeling down, nearly kissing the floor. "Do forgive this one. This one did not mean it!" The restrained laughter could be heard in the form of little snickering. He was trying so hard not to laugh. Lucifer's eye began to twitch as he lost his mental battle and pulled out his force staff...thingy that I forgot what it was called. "Unless you want this shoved up your a**, I suggest you keep silent."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 7:02 pm
Justin sat on the table and let Mameyuri work on his cuts and brusies. Then the holagram Zarean appared. "Captain."
"Yes Zarena?"
"We have a distreas call outside the ship, there's someone calling for help. And if we don't get to them soon, then they'll die."
"Okay, send out Lucifer with some bucky cables to pull the ship inside."
"Yes sir." Halagram Zarena dissappared and reappared behind Lucifer "Mr. Lucifer, you are to go out and retrive the ship that is floting out there. And make sure the bucky cables are equiped to your ship." She dissappared again.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:11 am
((Of course, he doesn't know that you guys are sending help, which is actually the entire point of this particular post... sweatdrop ))
The radio sputtered and died. The connection was completely fried--there was no way Haruki would be able to hot-wire it again.
He sank back with a groan, wincing as the cold metal came in contact with the whip scars on his back. That did it. He was done for.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 8:20 am
Mameyuri worked quietly and efficiently. He was never one to waste time. He knew why he was there, and what he was there for. He hardly ever deviated from his duties. As if he had something else to prove to everyone on the ship. That he wasn't just a pretty face. Running a finger over the bandages on the captain's arm, he smiled in satisfaction. "There, that should take care of it. But, if the pain becomes too much..." A pause as he turned around to get some leaves. "Chew on these, they're special herbs made for pain management."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 1:11 pm
"Eee!" He got up, stuck his tongue out at the other then roamed away. He moved back to the locker room to remove his gear. "Someone already has a force staff stuck up there.." he muttered to himself.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:21 pm
danaheeroduomax Justin sat on the table and let Mameyuri work on his cuts and brusies. Then the holagram Zarean appared. "Captain." "Yes Zarena?" "We have a distreas call outside the ship, there's someone calling for help. And if we don't get to them soon, then they'll die." "Okay, send out Lucifer with some bucky cables to pull the ship inside." "Yes sir." Halagram Zarena dissappared and reappared behind Lucifer "Mr. Lucifer, you are to go out and retrive the ship that is floting out there. And make sure the bucky cables are equiped to your ship." She dissappared again. Lucifer glared at the hologram. "Do I LOOK like a TOWSHIP?!?!?!" Grumbling the whole while, he watched as the mechanincs quickly affixed the bucky cables to his darling Suzuka. "I'll get back to you on that one..." Punching his ship back into life, Lucifer headed back into space. "THis is Black Angel, performing a rather mindnumbing S and R." THe sleek fighter pulled alongside the seemingly wrecked craft. "And off the record, this thing looks like a scrap heap." Maneuvering his craft into position he grumbled as he typed in the code necessary to clamp onto the unwieldy craft, towing it back to the Zarena. "Black Angel, returning with the junk heap."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:45 pm
"Lucifer is picky about his jobs." Justin said as he headed back up to Cammand Deck. He told Mameyuri to tell him when Harper was a awake.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:54 pm
Lucifer stroked the hull of his Suzuka as the mechanics removed the cables. "Poor Suzuka. Had to be used for such a mundane task as towing..." He sniffed before glaring at the ship he had towed in. Clenching his fist, he delivered an allmighty kick to the thing's hull. "BLOODY PIECE OF JUNK!!!!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:25 pm
Hearing the thunk and the choice words of Lucifer even from the lockers he couldn't help but snicker. What did they make him do this time? He put his flight gear away after he put his fresh clothes on. "Time for a nap I think." He moved back into the hanger for a moment to see what was up.
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