The lone bestower slowly and quietly approached the station, and after requesting docking permission, was tractored into the docking bay, the ship releasing blue jets of flame as the thrusters assited with aligning the ship to the hidden hatches that lead to outside the ship. As the ship sat floating above the landing pad, a lone pod jettisoned itself and made for the nearby captain's quarters.
As she processed herself through physical and nanochemical scrubbing, and got dressed in her regal outfit fit for one of the amarr nature, she took the time to pin up her blonde hair in the braided bun she normally wore. As she stepped out of the decontamination zone and onto a catwalk overlooking her ship, she shook her head at the dock drone awaiting her.
"I'm going to be here for a few hours, please, unload the ore in the cargohold and move it to my hangar. Also, have the ship inspected for any damage. I think I might have taken a bit of fire from those damn rats that call themselves pirates nowadays. Oh. And also, bring me a holopad, and a hot cup of coffee with cream and sugar. All this flying has made me want some caffiene that isn't from a booster." The drone rolled away, blinking lights in acknowledgement.
Elizabeth glided gracefully over to the couch and sat down on it and consulted the hologram projector on the table and checked to see that her orders were followed, which she noticed were. Amarr stations... I love being home, She thought to herself as she glanced up from the cargohold readout of her Bestower, named Lilly II, and around at the draub colors of the quarters. She especially liked the majestic pillars and statues which paid tribute to their gods and religion. Then she reached up to the base of her skull and itched around the metal plate that was her pod link. That, she didn't like, as she once again thought of the first day she tried to walk. She found it more for her fancy and for pure enjoyment, walking on legs that she knew she had. However, being a spaceship pilot, tractor beams were her hands, thrusters her real legs, and lasers her weapons. She perferred being suspended like a child in the womb, in her liquid goo that was her pod, the interface that ran down her back connected to machines as advanced as man was old. But, there were times that warranted her stepping out of her protective comfort, like when money was involved, especially when money was involved.
The station door buzzed. "Yes?" she replied in her clear alto voice.
"You have a visitor, he says you were expecting him." Said the montone robotic voice.
"Yes, yes I was. Let him in." She got up out of the couch and quickly walked over to the door, not wanting to be seen as a rude host. Just as she got there, the door slid open with a hiss, and a white man, large and intimidating, with blue eyes and peachfuzz for hair, walked through in his cargo pants, quafe t-shirt, jacket, and combat boots. Around his feet buzzed a small robot which Elizabeth recognized as a delivery drone. The delivery drone went to the table and placed down her coffee, hot and steaming, and then made it's departure. The man on the other hand, hung by the doorway.
"Well, hello," said Elizabeth, nearly stammering at his impressive eyes and disarming smile. "How can I help you?"
As she processed herself through physical and nanochemical scrubbing, and got dressed in her regal outfit fit for one of the amarr nature, she took the time to pin up her blonde hair in the braided bun she normally wore. As she stepped out of the decontamination zone and onto a catwalk overlooking her ship, she shook her head at the dock drone awaiting her.
"I'm going to be here for a few hours, please, unload the ore in the cargohold and move it to my hangar. Also, have the ship inspected for any damage. I think I might have taken a bit of fire from those damn rats that call themselves pirates nowadays. Oh. And also, bring me a holopad, and a hot cup of coffee with cream and sugar. All this flying has made me want some caffiene that isn't from a booster." The drone rolled away, blinking lights in acknowledgement.
Elizabeth glided gracefully over to the couch and sat down on it and consulted the hologram projector on the table and checked to see that her orders were followed, which she noticed were. Amarr stations... I love being home, She thought to herself as she glanced up from the cargohold readout of her Bestower, named Lilly II, and around at the draub colors of the quarters. She especially liked the majestic pillars and statues which paid tribute to their gods and religion. Then she reached up to the base of her skull and itched around the metal plate that was her pod link. That, she didn't like, as she once again thought of the first day she tried to walk. She found it more for her fancy and for pure enjoyment, walking on legs that she knew she had. However, being a spaceship pilot, tractor beams were her hands, thrusters her real legs, and lasers her weapons. She perferred being suspended like a child in the womb, in her liquid goo that was her pod, the interface that ran down her back connected to machines as advanced as man was old. But, there were times that warranted her stepping out of her protective comfort, like when money was involved, especially when money was involved.
The station door buzzed. "Yes?" she replied in her clear alto voice.
"You have a visitor, he says you were expecting him." Said the montone robotic voice.
"Yes, yes I was. Let him in." She got up out of the couch and quickly walked over to the door, not wanting to be seen as a rude host. Just as she got there, the door slid open with a hiss, and a white man, large and intimidating, with blue eyes and peachfuzz for hair, walked through in his cargo pants, quafe t-shirt, jacket, and combat boots. Around his feet buzzed a small robot which Elizabeth recognized as a delivery drone. The delivery drone went to the table and placed down her coffee, hot and steaming, and then made it's departure. The man on the other hand, hung by the doorway.
"Well, hello," said Elizabeth, nearly stammering at his impressive eyes and disarming smile. "How can I help you?"
This is fantastic. I love how you went into detailing how confident a space pilot the main character is, how the ship is almost a part of herself; Her ship's thrusters being her "real" legs to move about the galaxy.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work!
-Arimay<3
First comment on here that wasn't me! Thanks a bunch!
ReplyDeleteI'm realizing now that I made some bloopers on the second part to this and need to correct some grammer mistakes. And while she's confident, trust me. She still gets suprised. I'll not ruin part two for you :P