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Trivinia
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PostPosted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 11:08 am


It is the age of Airships. Technology has spread, yet chivalry is not yet dead. The sky is the final frontier, and of course the trade has gone on to other distant planets. Merchant trade has expanded for the profit of mankind.... Piracy has followed.

Humans have begun colonization on planets outside their solar system, forcing and molding barren rocks into habitable, slightly less barren rocks. One of the most profitable, and most dangerous, jobs is the transporting of terraforming equipment to the uninhabitable planets marked to be terraformed, and the trains of supply and equipment for workers and colonists.

Slave trade exists on the outer-rim of civilization, black-market trades in human lives,spare parts, and the more dangerous forms of AI.


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PostPosted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 11:13 am


RULES::

1. The usual Gaia ToS bull. Play nice, keep yer boobs and yer bobs to a minimum (unfortunately...). Remember, kiddies can see this.
2. Have fun. biggrin Don't kill others without asking first, blah blah blah... etc etc... Yeah. Thingstuffwords. There ya go.
3. Don't piss me off. I'll slap you with a internet trout. And those things sting. o_o

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PostPosted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 12:06 pm


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Username: Trivinia
Character name: Lmai Dresden
Alias(es): May, Amy, The Pirate Queen, Hey b***h
General age: Late 20's, Early 30's
"Brief" History: Lmai grew up in a bustling space port, the Gate to the Stars. It was to space travel what St. Louis was to the Oregon Trail. Her parents ran a shop and bar, with a few rooms rented out to sailors and travelers. Lmai's sisters were being groomed for marriage. Lmai and her brother were to take over the shop. Things looked like they were going to be fairly cozy for the woman. That was all ripped out from under her when the port was attacked by a fleet of pirates, Lmai taken and sold into slavery, her family killed in front of her eyes. She would never be the same.

Lmai escaped some years later, vowing to create a fleet and destroy the pirate who took her family. A decade later, Lmai has a handful of ships under her command, overtaking merchant and ferry vessels.
Weapons: Did you not read? She has a freaking FLEET. b***h wants you dead, b***h gets you dead. Doesn't matter much HOW.
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Username: Ragereaper
Character name: Reaper
Alias(es): Oh bugger, That one just won't die!
General age: 500+ (he appears to be a little over 20)
Brief History: When he was 16, he had been taken as a slave, and forced into a hard labor camp. Most slaves died there before the month was over. He had been able to live there for 2 years. At the end of his second month, the sun went through a major solar eruption, causing most of the planet to catch flame and die through micro radiation. It affected him differently. It altered his DNA to where he aged slowly, didn't injure as easily, and healed rapidly.
A few years later, he lost his memory, and allot of his knowledge. He was effectively turned into a Tabula Rosa. Unfortunately, his first encounter with people after that happened to be a slavering band of marauding pirates. He stayed with them for years, until they were captured and hung by the neck until dead. Or in Reaper's case, until they got tired of him choking out words to a song that he couldn't sing well while he wasn't being choked. He was sentenced to a lifetime in prison. There he stayed until they couldn't remember the reason they had put him in there.
When he got out, he joined another pirate band, having had great fun with the last one. He hoped that this time that they wouldn't have their end met so quickly. He joined up with Lmai's crew.
Weapons: Stygian buster sword, pistol
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Character name: Logan Dalon
Alias(es): Prisoner 114325677, Sgt Mjr Logan Dalon
Age: 26
Brief History: As a young child, along with his parents, Logan grew up on a colonial military research facility. each bio-mechanical engineers working on prosthetic implants for wounded soldiers. When he came of age Logan joined up in order to benefit from his parents work. Fast forward, Sergeant Major Logan Dalon now age 26, previously special operations is to stand trial when he is expedited by a young women by the name of Elisabeth “Izze” Stern. The pair escape capture in a small stolen merchant vessel.
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Username: Trivinia
Character name: Elizabeth Stern
Alias(es): Izze
General age: 21
Brief History: Izze (don't you DARE call her Elizabeth or Lizzy) grew up being quietly shuffled from place to place. Her parents worked closely with the military and other various organizations on projects they weren't allowed to talk about. Izze didn't particularly care, she just wanted to go to one school for an entire year. It didn't take long for her to make friends, but most of her relationships were pathetic attempts at best. When she was 14, her parents vanished, and Izze was forced to find a way to survive. She was taken in by a street gang, taught the ways of the thieves. It didn't take long for her to want to make a bigger name for herself, and she set out to do just that. At the tender age of 17, she "ran into" Logan, freeing him on the condition that he help her. The two escaped on a only slightly stolen merchant vessel (Hey, she did promise to pay him back...).
Izze has a penchant for robotics, and when not "working" is commonly found in her workshop, fiddling away with useless and some not-so-useless gadgets.
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Character Name: Sylvia Vexinata (AKA: Bell)
Approximate Age: late teens - early twenties
Gender: female
Skills: ventriloquism, apothecary, woods craft, tracking, armed combat, unarmed combat, contortion, remedial first aid, excellent balance, navigation, herb-lore, thespian, slight of hand, charismatic.
Weapons: Long bow; clawed gloves
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(throwing), small six-shot pistol. small single shot pistol concealed in bodice
Bio: Not much is known about her early years (*Cough* she was raised by Gypsy's *Cough*) but what is known is that whatever she went through turned her into a very effective tracker. She is adept in procuring and handling poisons. A rather laid back personality, she's often hyper and doesn't take a lot of things seriously. She does get mad but it's often hard to tell when she gets that way, till she's holding a sharp object to your neck that is, and even then she just might be half joking. But seriously do not %@#$ with her. She'll kill you. She has a slightly mean and impudent streak, and is not easily intimidated, or made uncomfortable, and meets everyone with an "oh hi there" smile -- not stupid or incautious, just over confidant that she can kick your butt if you try to grope hers...
Other: Often seen with her pet a large Crow called "Rook." You can commonly hear her coming due to the bells she wears. She doesn't wear them when she's working but any other time you can hear her jingling where ever she goes.

Peter Ashtar- Human, Priest (Catholic)
Age - 25-30
eyes - hazelnut
hair - chocolate brown
height - 6' 7"
weight - 184lbs.
Tall and lanky.
Motto: you must believe a little in everyone, no one is hopeless.
A very happy and forgiving nature. laid-back and loyal, very trustworthy.
bio: Enslaved as a young child Peter was shipped out to work for a rich family on a Terra-forming stake where he lived fairly as a privileged house slave. When he was 16 his masters suffered from one of the horrible and strange illnesses of the Void, and died, leaving him and their estate in the possession of a spoiled and paranoid son. The boy was still young, and Peter became his personal attendant and, bodyguard counseling him in his insecurities. Peter was soft spoken and would be the only one the boy tolerated -if not trusted- in his fits of anxiety, or allowed to cook for him. During such fits of anxious cruelty the boy would Pit the slaves against one another in a fight to the death to prove their loyalty to him. Four years Peter served the cruel boy and pitied him, until the boy caught sick on one of the waves of illnesses that swept through that quadrant and followed his parents.
Peter now 20 was freed along with many other Adult slaves that were deemed 'able to fend for themselves' when what passed as the local quadrant's form of "Government" picked up the estate to be auctioned off to the next couple of suckers. Peter wandered about as a cook and "people person" before hitching a ride with a "Crusade Cruiser" a Missionary ship belonging to the Catholic Church. Where he fell in love with the faith and entered into the cloisters to become a priest.
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Username: Ragereaper
Character name: Amber Dresden
Alias(es): Head engineer, the Fox, chief mechanic, the smart cookie
General age: 20ish
Brief History: She doesn't talk much about your history, so she generally expects that no one will ask her hers. She doesn't remember much, but she has flashes of times when she might have been fully human. She traveled allot and learned a few things about engineering and mechanics from various ships she's served on. She picks things up quick, and rarely drops them, knowledge and otherwise.
She found herself stowed away on one of Lmai's ships, in particular, the one she found the most fascinating, the Hellfire heavy battle cruiser. She had thought that her hiding spot in engineering had been pretty good, but Reaper had caught her before they had even made it out of the galaxy. She had convinced him to let her stay on the ship as an engineer, but that was only after a couple of expeditions in the brig.
Weapons: Shoulder blaster (self made), beam sword (Self made), Reaper (God knows how that one's made)
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PostPosted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 8:30 pm


Six ships drop out of beam space. They all bear the signs of recent and severe battle damage, but still mostly serviceable. They had run afoul of a navy fleet with a dreadnought flagship on their raid. There should have been nine ships with them.
As they regroup, one last ship drops into space 3 in their vicinity. This one bears more battle damage then the others. It would be classified as a Hellfire Heavy Battle-Cruiser had they bothered with that sort of classification. It had stayed behind for a bit longer to try and allow the others to escape. Nobody had expected it to survive. The dreadnought outclassed it in every way.
The captain on the bridge had a trickle of blood running down the side of his face, running right past a wide grin. He opened a channel to the other ships. "Captain Reaper, reporting. Sorry I took so long getting here, but that dreadnought won't bother us anymore." He had gotten a single shot through the battle screens and burnt a hole through the engine core.
"Admiral Lmai, I'm afraid to say that most of the crew from the other two ships didn't make it. I will be submitting a damage and casualty report once assessments are made. I must attend to my crew at once. Reaper out."
The cut on his forehead had disappeared sometime during the transmission. He left the bridge. The others on the command deck were dead. He was glad that he had sent most of them away before the blast had killed them.

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PostPosted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:40 pm


Bell sat indolently in the flag ship command deck slightly behind Lmai, in the seat usually set aside for the second-in-command, but Gref was busy, off yelling at someone. He hated Bell always messing in his seat leaving feathers, and crow dander all down the back of it where her pet, Rook, inevitably sat. But messing with him was a sport for her, and she was good at it, besides this was the second-best view in the ship. The best view being currently occupied by a highly irritable Captain. But why settle for poking an angry wolf when you could ride a rabid bear. "Well that was exciting, Amy. And how am I gonna legalize that?" she twisted in her chair the small bells in and on her hair and clothing jingling softly as she shifted and began cleaning under her fingernails with a small knife. Lights and warnings and small sirens were going off in every direction. In truth, it frightened Bell, and to those who knew her the signs were obvious - that she was going to be very hard to live with for a bit. The intercom came on and A slightly battered Reaper gave a report. "Ha!" Bell stood and strode over behind Lmai, "Figures it'd be his ship what came back. Knew getting rid of him wouldn't be that easy!"
PostPosted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 10:45 am


"Where did they even come from?" Lmai forced herself to release the end of her chair arms. It expanded back to the pre-pissed-Lmai shape rapidly, as if she had been strangling it and it was now gasping for air. She ignored Bell's first comment, but smirked slightly when she spoke of Reaper. "That one just won't die, will he? Very well, then," he focus was now on Reaper once more. "I'll expect a full report."

Gref, she knew, was surveying their own ship. The Lux Aeterna wasn't as armed as the other ships, but was sturdy, at least. She doubted there would be many casualties, but Reaper's ship was another story. And the two ship's they'd left behind... Lmai hung her head for a moment of silence in their memory, then was business once again. "They'd known the risks," she told herself, standing up. "I'll see to it that their families are told of their loss." At least it would be a short list. Lmai doubted that very many of the men in her employ actually had any family to tell of.

"Try to get in touch with the other ships; see if any need assistance."

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PostPosted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 4:41 pm


Off of the bridge, Reaper made his way to a communication terminal. "Engineering. Please give me some good news," he said, his voice almost pleading, but still sounding like an order.
He didn't have to wait long for a reply. "Well, we won't explode in a fiery death and we won't vent into space." The voice was familiar, but it wasn't the voice of his head engineer. "Other then that, I'm afraid that the news is bad." There was the sound of an explosion on the other side of the comm and Reaper felt himself lose a couple of pounds. He raised his eyebrows, even though the person on the other side of the comm wouldn't be able to see him. "We just lost the secondary Artificial Gravity Generator," someone else shouted. Reaper listened to some cursing then a hurried excuse before he was cut off.
Reaper shrugged. He'd contact them later and get a full report. He made his way down to the lift, directing it to the medical bay 1. It was packed. "Doctor!" he shouted, to no one in particular. A holo screen flashed into view in front of him. It showed a face that you would expect a bedside nurse to have. "What's the status of the medical bay."
"Survivors rescued from the destroyed ships are in critical condition, the face said in a carefully modulated voice, with 13 stabilized for now. They will need proper medical attention, but they have been put into stasis pods until that time. We have fatalities registering up to 20 from the survivors. The others seem to be able to survive though. Information popped up in front of Reaper confirming the computers analysis. "No fatalities from the crew of this ship, though we do have casualties filling all medical bays. There are still some minor injuries in other parts of the ship, but they will live. The stasis pods have been filled." More information popped up for Reaper to confirm.
He nodded gravely. The worst of the injuries were dealt with, the others would need more attention. He would pay a visit to the wounded later. He looked to the screen once again. "Keep me posted." He left the medical bay and headed towards the technicians quarters. It was mostly empty, as he had expected. There was only one person there, directing the techies around to damaged areas. "What's the news?" he queried the harassed looking man.
The man looked around at him. "Looks like section 3 of deck 6 was evacuated into space, along with cargo bay 2. No one was in the cargo bay when it evacuated, but there were 5 people in section 3." He shook his head.
Reaper patted him on his back. His son had been assigned to deck 6, section 3. "I'll let you off to check medical bay for him in half an hour. Right now I need you to make sure that no one else gets hurt."
A tear ran down the man's face, but he nodded. "The rest of the hull seems stable enough that we won't vent, shield arrays 2, 5, and 8 are being repaired. I've got men down in engineering helping out there. Hellshots 1, 9, and 35 have been completely slagged and we'll need a port to repair them. Hellshots 2-5 and 6-10 are badly damaged, but should be able to be repaired without a port, but number 34 is completely missing." He turned to another display. "And the command deck is completely unshielded. Everyone on it when the shielding gave out is dead, or will never, ever, ever, die." He looked at Reaper for a second before looking back at the screen. "If you want a report from engineering, you're going to have to get it from them. I've lost all my sensors down there. My terminal says that engineering is no longer with us and we're free floating." He popped a crystal and handed it to Reaper. "There's a full report." He turned back to directing people. Reaper left the man. He was feeling nearly the same stress as Tech.

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PostPosted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:46 pm


A cluster of Asteroids hung seemingly motionless against the vast void backdrop of which they were so intricately entangled. Floating in tandem near the outermost edge of the cluster sat a loan vessel. Dwarfed by its present company, the craft was no larger than any of the small transport craft one would expect to see buzzing about a metropolitan trading port. Though this one had chosen to sit out here, all its lonesome. That is to say that it had been here for a reason, this small vessel was waiting. On its side the name Gillatia emblazoned he ship’s hull.

Boots clanked on the hard metal deck. “Izze!” a slightly frustrated voice called out through the ships hallway. He would hope it carried down to the workshop he so quickly made stride for. The thick leather of his chaps squeaked mildly as he walked. He finally reached the end of the hall and barged into the small workshop that so frequently housed the young lady. Mirrors lined one of the walls to make the room seem much larger than it was. He stood with sleeves rolled up, an impatient glare in his green eyes.

Pulling the Long heavy handgun from its holster, he leisurely tossed it down onto the table beside her. A large purple sticker with the words “******** it” (a heart taking the place of the U) stuck on the length of its thick barrel. Smaller happy face, and animal stickers dotted the weapon. “How many times do i need to keep makin' myself clear with you girl. I don’t want no more stickers on my gun. This things for killin' not for making friends.”

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PostPosted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:44 pm


Bell drew herself into a slow but sharp salute "Aye Cap' tan," she drawled, before turning and skipping the four steps to a small communicator terminal, her bells clamoring in sharp tolls as she crossed the floor to where she tapped out a short sequence that brought up the the surviving ships and their commanding officer's onto the small forward console, their focus and image quality varied for ship size and damage taken, one ship had audio only having rigged up a small backup communication beacon after theirs had been blown off. The surviving officers saluted and sounded off preliminary damage and causality reports. Two were floundering, one was all but dead in the void and only achieving movement though momentum and secondary thrusters. one or two had lost their commanders, one being not sure yet whether he was actually brain dead or if he would come out of it, and most had lost some important engine function, all had hull breaches ranging from minor to most of a deck.
Bell sidled back into Gref's chair while she listened with half an ear "Sounds like they're trying to cripple you Amy, as is standard when dealing with pirates or any rank of privateer." She was already working out to her self how to make this all go away. "Bad fall Girl, and I don't think 'it was an accident' will work this time. Just saying, definitely time to lick your wounds and lay-back for a bit." She leaned back as if to illustrate a point cracking her knuckles audibly.
PostPosted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 9:57 am


Reaper found himself in the ship's core, engineering. Things looked worse then they had seemed. They had people dragging wounded away from mangled pieces of machinery and destroyed systems. He didn't see the head engineer anywhere. Nor could he find the one that he had talked to over the intercom. They should probably shut power down to some of the systems that were damaged, but that could interfere with the repairs of a few others. Reaper removed what was left of his jacket and tossed it into a junk tube. He grabbed a passing engineer that was running past into the corridor.
"Where do you think that you're going?" he asked the man that had fear in his eyes.
"Somewhere safe!" the man shouted back.
"This is probably one of the safest spots on the ship right now!" Reaper lied. "Now get back to work!"
The man blanched but obediently turned to go back to work. Reaper stopped him again.
"Where's the head of engineering?" he asked. The man pointed and Reaper went in that direction. He found who he was looking for with her feet only partially outside of the main engine. It looked as if it had been hit by a bomb. Reaper tapped her foot.
"WHAT!" a voice shouted from the guts of the debris of the engine.
"What's the situation down here?" he asked calmly.
The voice paused for a moment. Reaper could see by her feet that she had stiffened and was deciding what to do now. Then the feet disappeared into the guts of the ship and a moment later a head appeared. It wasn't human. That was the first thing most people would notice. At least not entirely human. Reaper wasn't sure what the hell this person was, but she didn't ask questions, so he returned the favor.
She looked to be thinking for a moment, but he knew that she was just checking her implants for the information she wanted. They were probably coming up on her cybernetic eye display. "Well, where to start. 80% of the systems need to have maintenance done on them, 20% of those need to be shut down, the reactor is running at 10% power, back-up generators are running at 50% power. We are effectively running at 3 fracking percent efficiency. We have everyone that can move working on all cylinders, but we're taking more casualties down here then a bloody fracking battlefield."
Reaper nodded and pretended to know what she was talking about. "Sounds like you could use some more help down here."
"Damn Straight!"
"I'll submit my report to the admiral, then I'll help where I can."
She nodded curtly and disappeared back into the mechanism again. Reaper turned and walked to the communication panels. He patched through to the bridge and was able to access its communication's array just as Bell made a call to all the captains to give their reports. He submit his promptly and listened long enough to learn the damage ratio of the rest of the ships. It seemed that even though he wasn't dead in the water, he was the one running at the lowest efficiency.
He closed communications and went back to where head of engineering was. He was taking on the most dangerous of the repairs, including shutting down the main reactor.

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PostPosted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 7:24 pm


Izze glanced up at Logan with a sheepish grin. "What's the matter? I thought the 'give blood' one was pretty witty." She pushed the handgun out of her immediate workspace with one finger and then nudge her glasses back up her nose. "Did you need something?"

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Lmai was seething. How dare they attack her like this. They actually weren't doing anything this time. But Bell had a point for once. The only thing they could do at this point was retreat to a relatively safe port and worry about repairs.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and glanced over to it. There was blood splattered against the skin, but that was really nothing new. "Not too much to worry about on this boat. Seems we got out of there just in time, aye, May?" She turned a weak smile up at him and squeezed his hand.

"Aye, Gref. I just wish everyone else had been so lucky." They talked in hushed tones, barely above a whisper.
PostPosted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:13 am


She clearly thought this to be a much lighter subject then he, and with a hard stare he retrieved his weapon. He began to pick at the corner of the sticker, though his rather short nails made that a difficult task. “It's been three days... We haven’t seen so much as a blip on sensors sins yesterday morning.” Finally he was making progress, and as he pealed back, the sticker threatened to leave parts of its self behind. “UCAF ain't botherin' us anymore. Time we get this boat movin'.” Finally it was all the way up, he crumpled the sticker into a tiny ball and flicked it into her hair. “What are you keepin' yourself busy with anyhow. I hadn't seen your face sins breakfast, and for pretty much any part of yesterday.” Satisfied with his weapon Logan slid the pistol back into its holster with a snap. His deep green eyes scanned over the mess that was Izze’s desk.

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PostPosted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 2:43 pm


Bell reclined in the seat a bit longer before she sighed and stood to her feet looking ruefully at Lmai, "Guess I'd better make myself useful or scarce one. There's stuff to do before we can get this tub to a safe dock." she spoke mostly to Rook, who came to land on her head, with her eyes rolled up to meet his looking down. But spoke loud enough for the Captain to hear, a subtle hint that she was in the room and not blind to reading lips. She frowned at her crow who had begun to fidget with one of her braids' bells making a rhythmic jingling. "Anything in particular you want done first? Local 'Safe Port' located, or repair dock requisitioned, or you want me to start tapping my birdies to make this mellow out? And by Birdies I mean my sources Amy." she translated the bounty jargon playfully. Rook preened a wing and shifted as Bell tilted her head and looked inquisitively at Lmai.
PostPosted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 9:21 am


Amber watched as Reaper shut down the overheated mass that used to be a main reactor. They were now running on secondary generators. The lights dimmed and turned to the bright yellow of the generator power. She ducked back into the main and kicked out a damaged plating. With it she threw out a few of the damaged parts that would have to be replaced, replacing a few of the components with the parts that she had with her.
As she worked she began to wonder how the other engineers were doing. She believed that while they were in the worst condition, damage wise, they were still doing pretty well. At least they were mobile. As she thought this, engines 3 and 5 exploded. Some one that had caught fire ran past, screaming. Reaper ran towards the raging inferno that was engine 5. Amber didn't even look up. She did change her thought to Slightly less mobile now. The inferno went out as Reaper turned off the engine and was able to cut off the oxygen the the flames. However, his clothes had caught fire and he was now walking across the engineering deck half clothed. Amber still didn't look up from her work. It was just as well that someone brought her the rest of the replacement parts she needed. Within an hour, the main engine was functioning within acceptable parameters. And Reaper had gone through three more sets of jumpsuits.

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PostPosted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 3:49 pm


Izze pawed at her hair, a mass of fiery tangles somehow tied back into a high ponytail. The sticker ball tumbled out and bounced across the floor. "I've been... Busy. Busy with.. stuff." She glanced off to the side, toward a box of scorched parts. "You know how I get when I start a new project."

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Lmai looked over at Bell aggravatedly. "I know what you mean. Where are we anyway? There should be a friendly port somewhere nearby..." Lmai pulled up a holo-screen, trying to get her barrings.

Gref straightened up. "I'll take care of repairs."

"Then that just leaves you to deal with your friends, Jingles." Lmai sent out the orders through the fleet. There was a port a few hours away. They would regroup there, and try to piece themselves back together.
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