Ashiruni
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OOC: Darren needs some PC interaction. Any and all are welcome, and the plot will be fairly fluid to reflect that, but I am going to change it over to a closed thread after a few folks join, so get your kicks in while you can with the socially awkward Zeltron!
At this point, my only intention is having something fun to keep me occupied while Lee Ru is caught up in his plot (yeah, I know I could do the fast forward trick, but it is a bit more interesting switching between characters. It also means I don't have to remember a convoluted series of non-linear events :P), but with the variety of folks on this site, it will undoubtedly be that ^.^
IC: Darren was tense. The Cuyir was starting to run low on supplies and the usual channels were being decidedly uncooperative. Which meant stopping at the closest planet and hoping he would manage to buy enough to keep himself blessedly spacebourne for another few months. He hadn't really paid much attention to where they were, he rarely did, he just told the navicomputer to calculate a route to the nearest inhabited system, plugged it in, and went back to work. He trusted his automatic safeties, at least, he trusted them now that Miran had been reasonably well locked out of them. The only time he gave her access to the navicomputer she tried piloting the Cuyir into the Maw to avoid an Imperial patrol. He most certainly wasn't going to let her try that trick again.
He headed back to the cockpit about the time the Navicomputer dropped them out of hyperspace. Normally he would just let Miran take them in and order some parts, but he was a little tired of the same routine and he decided to take manual control. "Come on, Darren. I know you don't want to do this, why can't I handle it? It's so much fun to talk to people!" [COLOR=#33699]"Yup. And if you had your way we'd never leave. The last thing I need is for you to spend enough credits for us to be stuck here for a month trying to earn enough money to buy the supplies I want."[/COLOR] "Oh please. I only did that once and it was months ago! Don't tell me you're going to hold that grudge against me now."
Darren was just about to retort when the communications console beeped. Darren double checked that the circuit between Miran and the comm console was in the open position before he opened the channel. A pleasant female voice came over the comm: "This is Ord Mantell Traffic Control, please file your flight plan." Darren smiled and spoke up: "This is the Gentleman's Folly, we're headed to the capital, Worlport, for resupply." It took a minute before the reply came, "Acknowledged. A flight path is being transmitted now. Welcome to Ord Mantell." Huh.... Darren thought to himself, Ord Mantell... I am definitely happy I am not letting Miran field this one. As if in answer to his comments, Miran spoke up. "Dammit! I knew this would be a fun place! Why won't you let me have any fun, Darren! I'll behave! I promise!" Darren smiled wryly, and knew full well that Miran would detect as much, "Is that like the last promise you made me? What was that, 'I won't slice into that Imperial Star Destroyer, I promise!', or was it 'I know, I promise I won't shoot that custom's corvette as long as you are on board.'?" "But, but.... Fine! Don't let me have any fun! I'll find something else to do instead!"
The rest of the trip down was made in relative peace for the frustrated Zeltron, but he had to admit that Miran's antics made him somewhat less stressed than he had been before. Maybe he would enjoy this trip after all. He arranged for a refueling and restocking of the Cuyir, which would take several hours, so he decided to enjoy himself a little bit. He spotted a Casino short distance away and decided to spend some time there. Some Sabacc would be genuinely entertaining right about then, so he set himself up with a hundred credits in chips at a low-stakes sabacc table and settled in to wait.
At this point, my only intention is having something fun to keep me occupied while Lee Ru is caught up in his plot (yeah, I know I could do the fast forward trick, but it is a bit more interesting switching between characters. It also means I don't have to remember a convoluted series of non-linear events :P), but with the variety of folks on this site, it will undoubtedly be that ^.^
IC: Darren was tense. The Cuyir was starting to run low on supplies and the usual channels were being decidedly uncooperative. Which meant stopping at the closest planet and hoping he would manage to buy enough to keep himself blessedly spacebourne for another few months. He hadn't really paid much attention to where they were, he rarely did, he just told the navicomputer to calculate a route to the nearest inhabited system, plugged it in, and went back to work. He trusted his automatic safeties, at least, he trusted them now that Miran had been reasonably well locked out of them. The only time he gave her access to the navicomputer she tried piloting the Cuyir into the Maw to avoid an Imperial patrol. He most certainly wasn't going to let her try that trick again.
He headed back to the cockpit about the time the Navicomputer dropped them out of hyperspace. Normally he would just let Miran take them in and order some parts, but he was a little tired of the same routine and he decided to take manual control. "Come on, Darren. I know you don't want to do this, why can't I handle it? It's so much fun to talk to people!" [COLOR=#33699]"Yup. And if you had your way we'd never leave. The last thing I need is for you to spend enough credits for us to be stuck here for a month trying to earn enough money to buy the supplies I want."[/COLOR] "Oh please. I only did that once and it was months ago! Don't tell me you're going to hold that grudge against me now."
Darren was just about to retort when the communications console beeped. Darren double checked that the circuit between Miran and the comm console was in the open position before he opened the channel. A pleasant female voice came over the comm: "This is Ord Mantell Traffic Control, please file your flight plan." Darren smiled and spoke up: "This is the Gentleman's Folly, we're headed to the capital, Worlport, for resupply." It took a minute before the reply came, "Acknowledged. A flight path is being transmitted now. Welcome to Ord Mantell." Huh.... Darren thought to himself, Ord Mantell... I am definitely happy I am not letting Miran field this one. As if in answer to his comments, Miran spoke up. "Dammit! I knew this would be a fun place! Why won't you let me have any fun, Darren! I'll behave! I promise!" Darren smiled wryly, and knew full well that Miran would detect as much, "Is that like the last promise you made me? What was that, 'I won't slice into that Imperial Star Destroyer, I promise!', or was it 'I know, I promise I won't shoot that custom's corvette as long as you are on board.'?" "But, but.... Fine! Don't let me have any fun! I'll find something else to do instead!"
The rest of the trip down was made in relative peace for the frustrated Zeltron, but he had to admit that Miran's antics made him somewhat less stressed than he had been before. Maybe he would enjoy this trip after all. He arranged for a refueling and restocking of the Cuyir, which would take several hours, so he decided to enjoy himself a little bit. He spotted a Casino short distance away and decided to spend some time there. Some Sabacc would be genuinely entertaining right about then, so he set himself up with a hundred credits in chips at a low-stakes sabacc table and settled in to wait.
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