Post by Kenna Kleykir on Oct 19, 2009 22:51:58 GMT -6
Kenna hadn't been to the spaceport since she got off the transport and found a job working deep in the city. But she still remembered it well enough to find Klove's ship. Even if she hadn't, it would have been very little trouble to find that strange flying saucer surrounded by dozens of other ships in more conventional shapes. It was like somebody had put two plates together and covered them in something shiny.
She took her time, circling around it, noting the three engines, on the bottom and what looked like hover-technology under the lip of the saucer, perfect for quick turns. Three legs held it up, and the ramp extended between two. Kenna found it had to believe this was a good design on any level, but it certainly was eye-catching.
The dwarf headed up the ramp and into the ship's storage bay. Crates were here and there, and a large freezer was up against one wall. Her boots clanged on the metal grating as she took a good hard look at the insides. While the outside was a weird sort of black/grey depending on how the light hit it, the inside was polished metal so buffed that she could kinda see her face if she looked hard enough.
Kenna stepped into the hallway and headed straight to the engine room. Klove would find her if he wanted to. Weres said she smelled like dirt and that it was hard not to spot her.
The engines really took her off guard. She felt like she'd been hit in the chest with a hammer, staring at the wonderful mess of pipes and machine. This was nothing like any engine room she'd ever seen. Whoever had build this had done it from the ground up, working with the rounded room instead of against it. Kenna kicked off her boots, grabbed onto one of the pipes and shimmied her way up it. Thousands of years of evolutionary dovetailing had built a creature that could stand hot temperatures, climb any surface using only the smallest irregularities as footholds, and felt most comfortable working in a small, cramped space. In other words, Kenna had been built for this engine room, or perhaps it for her. From high up on the pipe, she could open the covers and look at the insides, and so she did, marvelling at the familiar-yet-unfamiliar power source.
By the time anyone found her, she was arm-deep in it, trying her damnedest to figure out how the fuel intake worked without burning it all up. When she looked at Klove, he just gave her a bit of a grin, leaning against the wall.
"If you tell me who made this engine, I'll come to work for you." She said before he could make any small-talk. Either he would tell her to fik off, or he wouldn't. It was that simple.
"I can do you one better. You can meet him face to face."
"Done." She wiped the grease onto her jacket, "I'll get my things."
"Make sure to pack a winter coat." Klove grinned at her, happy infectious thing. "He lives on Glacies."
Kenna stared at him to make sure he wasn't yanking her braids. And when it became clear he wasn't, she gave the pipe a kick with her bare foot, "Allfather's balls!"
Klove laughed as he ducked back out of the engine room. Still cursing, Kenna slid back down the pipe and got her boots on. Then she headed out to get her stuff (and make sure she had enough to survive the damned cold).
She took her time, circling around it, noting the three engines, on the bottom and what looked like hover-technology under the lip of the saucer, perfect for quick turns. Three legs held it up, and the ramp extended between two. Kenna found it had to believe this was a good design on any level, but it certainly was eye-catching.
The dwarf headed up the ramp and into the ship's storage bay. Crates were here and there, and a large freezer was up against one wall. Her boots clanged on the metal grating as she took a good hard look at the insides. While the outside was a weird sort of black/grey depending on how the light hit it, the inside was polished metal so buffed that she could kinda see her face if she looked hard enough.
Kenna stepped into the hallway and headed straight to the engine room. Klove would find her if he wanted to. Weres said she smelled like dirt and that it was hard not to spot her.
The engines really took her off guard. She felt like she'd been hit in the chest with a hammer, staring at the wonderful mess of pipes and machine. This was nothing like any engine room she'd ever seen. Whoever had build this had done it from the ground up, working with the rounded room instead of against it. Kenna kicked off her boots, grabbed onto one of the pipes and shimmied her way up it. Thousands of years of evolutionary dovetailing had built a creature that could stand hot temperatures, climb any surface using only the smallest irregularities as footholds, and felt most comfortable working in a small, cramped space. In other words, Kenna had been built for this engine room, or perhaps it for her. From high up on the pipe, she could open the covers and look at the insides, and so she did, marvelling at the familiar-yet-unfamiliar power source.
By the time anyone found her, she was arm-deep in it, trying her damnedest to figure out how the fuel intake worked without burning it all up. When she looked at Klove, he just gave her a bit of a grin, leaning against the wall.
"If you tell me who made this engine, I'll come to work for you." She said before he could make any small-talk. Either he would tell her to fik off, or he wouldn't. It was that simple.
"I can do you one better. You can meet him face to face."
"Done." She wiped the grease onto her jacket, "I'll get my things."
"Make sure to pack a winter coat." Klove grinned at her, happy infectious thing. "He lives on Glacies."
Kenna stared at him to make sure he wasn't yanking her braids. And when it became clear he wasn't, she gave the pipe a kick with her bare foot, "Allfather's balls!"
Klove laughed as he ducked back out of the engine room. Still cursing, Kenna slid back down the pipe and got her boots on. Then she headed out to get her stuff (and make sure she had enough to survive the damned cold).
