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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 2:55 pm
The Scion (one at the bottom) is huge in size but very fast for a ship and durable. It is made of a rediculously light, yet strong, metal that shines like a dark copper. First Layer- The navigation room/c**k pit is at the front and stretches past the middle. Armory is located near the back. Second Layer- The kitchen (not a mess hall because it literally is a really big kitchen), the infirmery, the training room, the gym, the study/library. Third Layer- Dorms. The are a fair size with a night stand, one window, a comfortable bed, a desk. Feel free to add whatever you'd like to yours. Fourth Layer- Engine operations room Fifth Layer- Storage room. Like a built in ware house. Full of crates and boxes full of supplies. This is also where we store our motorcycles. In the middle of the floor, there's a ramp that extends down. This is a way to exit the ship from the bottom and used to bring stuff up when we are docked. It is also used in flight as means to ride the motorcycles out into the open air. Facts- The Scion as a very sensitive system that can sense someone approaching a mile away. If someone or something reaches within its range it will send off an alarm if it is a moving object. A radar will detect the form of it on its screen and it can also show nearby Islands. In the c**k pit, you have the pilot in the front. The other people working the coordinates, speed, communication, and other numbers are at the side. ((might add more stuff later.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 11:34 pm
Zanorah lay still and silent in her bed. Her gold eyes, sparkling like new coins, glowered at the wood-worked roof of her Captain's Quarters. Her mind dwelled on the new mission the Last Right Rebel's Headquarters had sent to her. Mazes of plans, analyzations, and options bloomed in her brain one after the other. A migraine was already rattling her skull.
Sighing, she got up. The cold light of the morning sun was already spilling its welcoming rays into her room. She glowered spitefully at that, too. Two hours of sleep did not work for her. Zanorah walked over to her desk that was piled with hurried written notes, plans, maps, torn and crumpled papers, random doodles, letters, and navigation intruments. She shifted through the stuff while grudgedly trying to convince herself she HAD to get up and HAD to get to work.
Finding the paper she needed, the captain plopped roughly into her chair, making it squeak in protest. Her gaze scanned the writing and absorbed the letters. She would work on her plans for now. It was still early and she would wait for the rest of the crew to awaken before she went out, too. She did not want to wake them.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 12:37 am
((WOAH! took me long enough to find this post. Sorry Kai)) sweatdrop
Azrilin heaved breaths as she lay against the wall of the training room. Her muscles throbbed and sweat trickled down her tawny skin spidering it with dark lines. Long tendrils of violet hair scattered haphazardly on the floor around her elegant head and neck. Her dark silks clung to her amazon frame all the way to her bare ankles. She gave the boots in the corner a glance and groaned. She'd trained too hard last night. Light trickled through the high window making her curse. She'd trained too hard all night. "Deity!" She growled. "There really is no rest for the wicked." A bemused grin flashed her elongated canines as she shakily pushed herself off the floor.
She walked like a zombie down the corridors till her feet took her to a door. Without thinking she opened it. Dragging herself to the bed she plopped down with a sigh.
A scent filled her senses. She frowned deeply. That wasn't her scent. Taking a long breath she mulled it over in her brain. The long breath came out in an equally long groan. She'd totally just barged into the Captain's room. Deity above!!!
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 10:04 pm
"At least you choose a time when I'm not in the bew, still, Azrilin." Zanorah remarked over her paper work. This wasn't the first time the Tae'Un had mistaken her quarters for her own. Actually, this was the fifth time in this month alone. The one that the captain was refering to was when she had rolled over one morning to have Azrilin snore into her ear. It did not help that she had gone to bed that night drunk. The whole situation scared her nearly to death.
Zanorah set down the papers and looked up at her comrade. She had a blank expression set in a glare. But her sleepiness was still very apparent in her strong features. "I hope you didn't work yourself too hard this time. We might see some action today."
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 10:16 pm
Green gold eyes blinked up at the woman seated at the desk. She smirked ruefully. "Aw Capt. Dontcha have faith in me?" She was well aware of her bad habit. Didn't mean she'd stop playing it off as nothing. She rolled over and let her gunblade clang to the floor in it's sheath. "So what's this action?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 10:39 pm
Zanorah shoved a piece of paper in her face that was written by the officials of the Last Right Rebels themselves. It outlined the situation. "Leonna is on the verge of war with those Obisidians. They are calling us in to try to keep the peace and... maybe... save lives if it gets out of hands." A hint of anxiety shifted across her face. "We need to be careful. This could explode in our face."
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 10:50 pm
Azrilin made a muffled noise as the paper was shoved in her face. "High priority." She muttered. She could feel the weight of the Captain's emotion on her and it almost made her breath catch in her throat. "Damn Obsidians." She growled tossing the paper back like a Frisbee. "I'll be right back... I hear a shower calling my name."
It was one of the quickest showers the Tae'Un could ever remember taking. Even in the hell hole she used to live in she'd take longer than this.
She jumped out of the shower and grinned at the picture by her bedside as she dripped all over the floor. The woman with golden hair and frail features smiled at her as she dried off and quickly dressed. "Bye Alana." Azrilin said under her breath before clomping out of her messy room once more. She leaned in her captain's doorway and half smiled. "So, when is our next waltz with trouble?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 1:12 am
Zanorah took one last look through papers and strategies. She looked out her window when Azrilin poked her head in and consulted her. Some people wouldn't know it, but the sky itself held many landmarks even at daytime. The sun was just a little behind her window, so they were going South-west. The sky was crystal blue and the sun looked so gold that a coin could have been dipped in it. The clouds looked like cotton. And... at this time of year, this was the average setting for the area in which Isla Leonna was nestled in.
"Not too far away." She looked over at Azrilin. "Lets head up to the Navigation Room and set the coordinates. Maybe, if we're lucky, we can actually have time to eat something before we have to go ride."
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 5:41 am
Azrilin nodded and pushed off the door jam. Slinging her massive gunblade over one shoulder she started in the direction of navigations. "We'd better have time to eat." She muttered. She was going to need the energy from the food if she was going to even hope not to cause a scene. Her gold flecked green eyes scanned the doors that lay scattered along the halls as she walked. How many of them would be empty when this was all over? The thought faded to her subconscious as she pounded on the navigations door before opening it. The heavy metal of it creaked on it's hinges making her ears twitch uncomfortably. "Remind me to con some one into fixing that."
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 7:57 pm
"Just as long as you don't mangle them, this time..." Zanorah commented gruffly. The gold morning light lit up the room through the many glass windows around the steering system, which was set at Anchor Mode. The captain quickly checked their coordinates before going over to the steering. After flipping a few switches, the gravitational beams (located on the outside of the bottom of the hull), which was used to set the ship in place in mid-air, came to a rumbling stop.
Zanorah dropped down into the cushioned seat and took the wheel as it unlocked. She pulled it wheel towards her and the ship began gradually making a decent to a higher altitude. The engines were purring to life as the aircraft awakened into movement.
It only took a few hundred feet before Zanorah eased the ship onto a level pace. She looked around at the wide, desolate sky. A sea of gold clouds rippled far beneath them. The sun paved a clear way for her vision. Nothing was in sight. Not even an Island. Zanorah looked at the radar to make sure. Nothing. They were all alone. For now. They were headed towards Leonna, the capitol of the whole Stratta. And the location of their next mission.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 8:04 pm
Azrilin stood impassively by one of the navigation stations. Green eyes on the sky that passed by them. The gold flecks shone back at their comrade color that danced on the lacy edges of the clouds below. She didn't move but to glance at the station's screen every few minutes. They'd get to their target soon enough. If they were lucky then no one would notice them. And they could be pretty damn lucky.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 9:46 pm
The annoying gurgled scream of an alarm sounded to life all over the ship. A red light blinked, painting the rooms on and off its hue. It was a not-so-great waking call for those still asleep.
"Aw sh*t...." It was barely audible over the alarm, but anyone nearby could have heard it. She pressed a button that killed the alarm before she turned to Azrilin. A quick look on the screen and radar instantly gave Zanorah a mixture of emotions and it appeared on her face. Her expression was a mixture of being pissed (for having to work so early), and cynical and amused. An evil grin spread across her face. "An Obsidian ship just came into view."
A purple, almost black, crystal that was hooked onto the navigation board by a metal claw began to pulse. It was used for communications. Zanorah pressed the crystal and it set its light on perminantly.
"This is Captain Orinon of the Obsidian ship: Nazerthanus. Prepare for docking and search." It was a male's voice and his tone sounded gruff and sent a chill down Zanorah's spine, and not in a good way. And she always listened to the chills. She turned back to Azrilin. "The Obsidians must be searching for rebels. If they come aboard, they are going to tell immediatly that we are."
Which was bad. One of the top rules in the rebels were to never get caught: you could be tortured for information or they could do worse to you. Just barely thinking about the stories Zanorah had heard mad her throat knot up.
"Shall we give them a little butt-kicking, Scion style?" Zanorah's grin widened. As any man on the ship already knew, the women warriors on the Scion were never the submissive type.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 9:56 pm
Azrilin didn't even tense at the sound of the alarm. A sly grin revealed one of her fangs as she met her Captain's eyes. Zanorah could read her mind some times. She gave a curt nod. "Let's do it." She said darkly as she followed Zanorah to the bay. She slid onto her sleek silver bike. The armor was scarred and scrolled with sharp tribal designs. All of it was angular and deadly looking. "I love days like today." She mused as the docking bay opened and she free fell into the cloud cover.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 10:15 pm
Zanorah, not wanting to miss out on all the action, followed suit. She stormed down the corridors that lead to the Storage Room.
Kimi squeaked and rolled out of bed at the sound of the alarm. She landed on the floor with a loud THUMP, along with her covers in which she was knotted in. She peeked her ten year old head out from the mass of cloth and squirmed her thin, fragile frame out as fast as she could. Her black pig tails streaked with purple, rediculously big from her long, thick hair, bounced with her movement as her bare feet scurried to her door just as the captain walked by.
Zanorah picked Kimi up by the scruff of her pajama shirt as if she expected the girl to suddenly appear in her path. The action recieved a high pitch squeck that made her ears ring. Zanorah practically threw her towards the direction of the Navigation Room. "Hurry up there. You know what to do." she ordered before storming down the hallway.
Kimi gave a wide grin that showed every single one of her teeth and lit up her crystal blue eyes. Her freckled face shone as she saluted her captain with the wrong hand. "Aye aye, ma'am." And she scurried off.
By the time Zanorah reached the Storage, Azrilin had already left. It didn't take long for her to pull the riding suit on and strapped on her helmet. She then, literally, hopped onto her low riding bike and sped into the open air. A crisp breeze and the scent of an up-coming battle welcomed her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 4:00 am
A feral grin touched Azrilin's full pink lips as her wings snapped open and she caught the down draft that sucked her into the thick clout cover. The cold damp of the cloud particles wet her skin and darken her battered silks as she sped through it towards the ship. She brought herself up underneath it and her smile turned sadistic. They wouldn't know what hit them. She drew her sword and slammed the butt of the hilt on her leather bound thigh as she sprang off her bike and sliced into the thick metal with a grunt. She pulled the trigger half way through the movement sending a super charged shot rippling through the hull. She purposefully stayed visible long enough for the troops to be deployed after her.
"Azrilin to Zanorah. I've got their attention. 6 cannons, large bay. I've got 15 on my 6 but I bet they have at least 10 times that inside." She said into the crystal that was wrapped around her neck. "But the hull is run of the mill obsidian offal. Damn mass produce pieces of..." A bolt flew passed her shoulder, the skin prickling from the discharge. "And they have crystal powered fire staves... fun." She reversed momentum and flat bladed the Stave wielder off his bike. She pulled the power and dropped like a stone for about 10 meters before her engine roared to life and she zipped to the east. She bobbed in and out of the clouds, toying with her opponents then deriding them mercilessly. "I'm open just tell me when to play and what tune." She stated as she barrel rolled over the last of her 15 flies, breaking his neck with a twist of her left wrist.
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