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Post by Solomon Taylor on Sept 1, 2009 13:19:43 GMT -6
Solomon couldn't help but gaze down at Antheia in awe. He hadn't really looked back at it when he'd left it, considering he'd been too busy worrying about the Faun who had invited herself aboard. But as he looked out at it now through the cockpit's front windows, it suddenly struck him that he hadn't seen this view of his former home in a very long time.
One tends to begin to take advantage of a place, the longer one lives there. He'd spent fifteen years on Antheia, and all it took was a quick trip to Terra to remind him of the beauty of the lush green planet. He'd forgotten the view of the planet from space, having only seen it upon his arrival so long ago. Already he was feeling homesick, and he realized suddenly that he'd never felt that about Terra, despite spending equal time there growing up. He'd missed his family, that's for certain, but he realized now that Antheia truly was his home outside of this ship.
He turned to Blaine, ready to see how the ship would fair breaking back into a planet's atmosphere. He would be lying if he'd said he wasn't nervous about it. Adeala was a fine ship, but the first time one did anything in a new ship was always a bit nerve wracking.
"Well Blaine," he asked the pilot. "Are we ready to break atmo?"
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Post by Nick Blaine on Sept 2, 2009 9:48:57 GMT -6
Blaine was always amazed at the beauty of Antheia every time he'd flown there. He'd flown here a couple times. Mostly for a quick stop when flying past it. They were never long stays, so this would be the first time that he really got to take in the scenery.
He struggled with the yoke while trying to keep the ship under control through Antheia's atmosphere. "Yeah cap, I just... need to... adjust the--" He decided to stop talking because it was taking away from his focus. He flipped a couple switches and pulled the yoke up. Sweat was forming on his bald forehead.
The ship stopped shaking as the Adeala broke atmosphere. "There we go!" After that it was smooth sailing. Despite the turbulence, the Adeala held up pretty well in the atmosphere. Especially for it's first time.
Blaine pushed two buttons at the same time and they lit up. The ship's landing gear came out of the ship's hull. "Where do you want me to land captain?"
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Post by Solomon Taylor on Sept 2, 2009 12:07:42 GMT -6
"At the spaceport, whatever gate is free. Landing a ship of this size is illegal anywhere else on this planet, remember." He glanced at the time. Still late afternoon. There would still be quite a few people on duty at the spaceport. He chewed his bottom lip. "First things first... we have to figure out how to drop the shuttle off without them arresting me for borrowing it."
He reached for the intercom button near the chair he was seated in. and then paused before pressing it. "Don't tell anyone that," he decided to mention to Blaine. No need to worry them. He pressed the button in. "Hello everyone, I hope no one bumped their head during that entry. We'll be touching down in a few minutes at the space port."
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Post by Nick Blaine on Sept 2, 2009 12:29:56 GMT -6
Blaine nodded and flew Adeala towards the space port. It was marked on the nav screen. He made his way in the direction that it was marked. "Don't worry cap'n, lips are sealed." He laughed when Solomon said 'borrowed'.
Within minutes, the spaceport was in sight. He located a free gate and maneuvered the ship into it. The ship landed lightly onto the landing gear. He flipped some switches and pulled a lever and the ship's engines turned off. They'll need a break from the trip. "Whoo," Blaine said as he wiped his forehead. "First flight went smoothly, hopefully the rest will too."
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Post by Magdalen Verena on Sept 2, 2009 21:23:36 GMT -6
Magdalen had been sitting quietly in her room, folding the dress Solomon had bought for her and tucking it away. She didn’t want to ruin it while trekking through Antheia and so had thrown on the older dress and shawl instead. Immediately she realized it was significantly itchier than the fine silk one she’d just slipped out of. It wouldn’t do her any good to grow accustomed to such pricey, luxurious things. After all none of them could afford unncessary expenses like that.
Running a few fingers through her hair, it wasn’t more than a handful of moments before she felt the ship hit a bit of turbulance. Instinctively the blonde clutched at the edge of her mattress, heart beating erratically despite knowing it was perfectly normal when breaking through a planet’s atmosphere. Unfortunately all of her experiences aboard a spacecraft had ended badly. Therefore, it was natural and – she thought – somewhat reasonable for her to act a bit on edge.
Once Nick had smoothed the landing out, she was able to scrape enough composure together to rise to her feet and slip into the corridor. Not seeing anyone else emerging from their quarters just yet, she strode purposely towards the cockpit and peered hesitantly inside. Waiting until the ship became still, she edged into the doorway and peered around both Solomon and their pilot to appraise what bits of the spaceport she could see through the window.
“Nicely done, Nick.” She commended with a smile, folding her arms. And then, under her breath, “I’m back … on Atheia.”
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Post by Solomon Taylor on Sept 2, 2009 21:44:47 GMT -6
Sol glanced backwards at the sound of Magdalen's voice. "Hey. You survived the landing too, I see." He shot a smirk towards Blaine as he stood up and patted him on the shoulder, letting him know he did a good job, and then headed towards her.
"So, we're back," he said to Magdalen. "Kinda weird, I feel like I never left." He glanced back out the windows again, surveying to see if anyone was coming to greet the ships arrival or not. So far so good. He glanced back at her. "We're going to need to figure out how to give the shuttle back to them in a way that will make them happy to see it, rather than angry that I borrowed it and banged it up on them. Any ideas?"
He felt a little safer admitting his worries to her as well as Blaine, who clearly had had his own run-ins with the law in his time. But Sol knew Magdalen would probably understand the issues of being outside of the law without actually intending anything malicious. Well, he assumed, anyway. He still didn't know what she was running from and why. Maybe they could have a nice long talk about it during their time on Antheia.
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Post by Nick Blaine on Sept 3, 2009 9:43:50 GMT -6
Blaine swiveled around in his chair at the sound of a woman's voice. It was Magdalen. "Thanks." He said gratefully. He didn't think this landing was that great, in fact, it was one of his worst ones. Except for when he 'landed' on Corus. He had tried to stop there and forgot that the majority of the planet was oceans. He flew for hours until his ship ran out of gas and he crash landed in the water. Luckily he was saved by merepeople. They brought him to where the spaceport was and he bought a new ship.
That was a bad memory for Blaine. Embarrassing how he didn't know the geography of the planet. Nick caught the smirk and pat on the back tha Solomon gave him. This crew was just making him feel good all around. He knew this would be a good job that he could spend a lot of time on. It was worth everything.
"Umm..." Blaine was brainstorming, "Where did you 'borrow[/]' it from?" He made the quotation gestures with his hands around the word 'borrow'.
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Post by Solomon Taylor on Sept 3, 2009 14:20:40 GMT -6
"This very space port," Sol replied a little nervously. "Olive distracted some guys for me while I snuck into it. ...well, and then she decided to hop in too. That wasn't part of the plan..." He shook his head, thinking about that day. Sneaky little faun.
"I wish I had heap loads of cash to give them," he added. "They'd probably be happier if I were able to cover the repairs on the hull, and treating it as if it were a rental. And, well... bribe money seems to go over well with a lot of these types."
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Post by Magdalen Verena on Sept 3, 2009 20:23:44 GMT -6
She nodded at Nick, smiling before Solomon approached her and commented on the less than warm reception they were likely to get. With her eyebrows knit together, the blonde wracked her brain for a solution but it was the sort of trouble one couldn’t easily worm their way out of without being completely honest. Allowing herself another few moments to consider their options, she bit down upon her thumbnail and peered uneasily out into the spaceport.
“Do you think they’d be any more understanding if you just came clean and admitted you’d … er, borrowed it from them? I mean it’s obvious that if you brought it back and were up front they’d see you were an honest person. Or even offer to have one of the crew work in the spaceport for a little while as compensation? I’d be happy to if it meant getting us off the hook.”
She wasn’t sure whether either of those ideas sounded promising, but at least it was something. Not that she felt particularly comfortable being so straightforward when she knew that two of the crew members on board – possibly more – had at one point been targeted by the authorities. “Our arrival can’t have gone unnoticed … and it wouldn’t do us any good to sneak off. Unless any of the other crew have enough money they'd be willing to offer as a bribe? Otherwise I really can't think of how we'll sort this out.”
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Post by Solomon Taylor on Sept 3, 2009 23:10:19 GMT -6
Sol pondered the suggestion for a moment. "You know, that might just work. We're all able bodied people... they must need some help around here. If not here in the dock area, then in the offices, restaurant, stores..."
He nodded now, solidifying the idea in his head. "Yeah, this might just work." He turned and headed back over to the intercom and pressed the button, leaning to speak into the mic. "Can everyone meet in the kitchen right away please? Thanks." He depressed the button and smiled at Magdalen. "Excellent idea. Come on," he headed to the door to wait in the kitchen for everyone to gather.
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Post by Magdalen Verena on Sept 3, 2009 23:16:22 GMT -6
A glow of pride filled her upon being treated to Solomon’s approval. At least she’d managed to offer one productive solution thus far.
Turning to face Nick as their captain wandered off into the kitchen, she motioned for him to follow and then disappeared into the adjacent room. It wouldn’t be long before everyone obliged Sol’s request.
Easing herself into one of the chairs at the dining table, Magdalen began fiddling with a worn thread that had been sticking out from the shawl about her shoulders and then laid her hands in her lap to wait.
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Post by Cassandra Nida on Sept 3, 2009 23:27:36 GMT -6
Cass was working on her leg when the announcement came. She frowned to herself, wondering if this was normal. She'd never flown before. As far as she knew, every time you landed, you gathered together. It would make some sense. How else would you know when the ship was leaving again.
She rolled the skin back into place, gluing it shut, then pulled herself up onto the desk. It took a turn to snap it into place, the heavy sound of metal interlocking telling her when it was solid. Cass put on a pair of jeans. They'd hide the seam where the skin was knitting back together.
Her usual sweater went on. She was off Terra, and safe, but there was no point in flaunting her face around. Cass threw a rag overtop the tools with plans to clean them later when she had a chance, and then she headed to the dinning room. There weren't too many people inside. Just as she had the day before and the day before that, she grabbed a seat away from the others.
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Post by Caden Breese on Sept 3, 2009 23:57:28 GMT -6
Caden grabbed a rag and headed up to the kitchen. On his way he tried to wipe as much of the grease off his hands as he could, but he still had a few smears on his face. He shoved the rag in the back pocket of his pants and entered the kitchen. He stayed standing, and leans against one of the counters.
He never said anything, he'd wait for any instruction first. He knew from experience that a landing often involved some quick instructions from the Captain and everyone was given something specific to do.
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Post by Nick Blaine on Sept 4, 2009 10:01:16 GMT -6
Blaine agreed that Magdalen's idea was a good one. A little manual labor would probably do Blaine some good. Unless the job he ended up with was something else. He preferred manual labor over things like kitchen work or something.
He smiled as Magdalen gestured for him to go with them. He stood up, and stretched his legs. He had been flying for hours and he hadn't properly stood for quite some time. He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the wall and watched as the others slowly emerged from what they were doing.
Blaine noticed Cass walk in. He still found her odd in the way she acted. The shyest person he'd ever seen. He looked back to Solomon to wait for what he was about to say.
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Booker
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Post by Booker on Sept 4, 2009 10:08:50 GMT -6
Booker was watching a comedy on his eInkr starring George Laurence. He loved George Laurence's movies. They always made him laugh out loud. The one he was watching was called Space Trip. It was about a middle aged ma trying to go on a trip to Antheia wit his trouble making children and other various problems along the way.
He paused the movie to hear the captains message over the intercom. He put his eInker away and headed to the kitchen. Most of the crew was already there. He took a chair, turned it around and sat on it backwards. "What's up captain?" He asked.
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