Dagger Leopold
Cabin Boy
Bounty Huntress
No more heartbreak.
Posts: 11
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Post by Dagger Leopold on Nov 25, 2008 18:43:22 GMT -5
Most people gave a second look to the shape that Dagger's Interceptor-class police ship's AI, Anglerfish, or "Anne" for short, took. She was a skunk girl that dressed up like a stereotypical French person--tight, striped shirt and pants, scarf around her neck, and a beret atop her short hair.
Most people underestimated this appearance, as well as the appearance of her "body", a wide, flat, antiquated police ship. This underestimation was exactly what Dagger Leopold, greatest bounty hunter in the Solar System, was counting on.
The ship was full of dirty tricks and hidden weapons, and Anne was one of the more powerful AIs in the system, able to run circles around most anything, even the warship models. Both of these things were highly illegal.
Much like Dagger herself. Her father was an escaped Mage, and she had the gift too, as evidenced by her black and gold streaked neck-length, straight hair and the fact that one of her eyes was gold while the other was white, surrounded by just a fein enough rim of black to define it. Other than that, she was a knockout--slim and lean, with wide hips and a generous bust--it seemed that all the fat on her body seemed to only exist at her bust and rear in order to make her even more attractive. Currently, Dagger was sitting in her ship, feet up on the control panel, with Anne going over the crew manfest of the Cruise Ship they were currently on. Cruise ships were a surprisingly good source of revenue for a bounty hunter.
Dagger wore a skin-tight black catsuit, a pair of belts slung sround her hips at crossed angles, and a simple vest covered in pockets.
"Non, non, non, non...." The computer sighed. "Miztress, zere is no one 'ere worth sticking around for."
"Then we might as well take a vacation." Dagger answered. "I could use one after bringing in that drug cartel a couple weeks ago."
"Zere are no zexy computers in 'ere eizer." Anne said dismally. Then the whole cruise ship began to rock, and an announcement was broadcast over the intercom.
"Pirates." The bounty huntress smirked. "Anne, keep an eye on everyone who enters the ship and run them through the database. Looks like the vacation will have to wait until after we have the fat bounty from this haul."
"Oui oui, miztress." The AI smirked.
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Post by Admiral Hart on Nov 25, 2008 18:54:23 GMT -5
A Cruise Ship heist. It was a classic move, one that harkened back to the first days of space piracy, and one that Hart was too much of a sucker for the classics to not do. Plus, it was a nice homage to John Melrose, who, now more than ever, Josetta considered herself the continuation of the legacy of.
Once again against Morgan's grumblings--who she had just about forgiven for his indescretion--Jo lead the mission, Dane, Morgan, and Miller with her as the ship docked and the ultimatum issued.
They were expecting some resistance. Some security guard playing hero or some such as the airlock opened and the pirates and boarders stepped out onto the ship.
Instead, there was a cheer and a cacophony of cheers.
"Oh my god, it's Hart!" Someone called. "Oh Morgan! We love you Morgan!" Said someone else. "Dane! Dane Merak! Sign my cleavage!" Came yet another voice.
"Jo...what the hell?" Morgan asked. Hart, however, merely gave a tip of her hat and said, "These people are our fans, Morg. We do cut a heroic, dashing figure to them, after all."
"But we're here to rob them." Morgan continued, trying not to look at a group of teenage girls, one of which had flashed him.
"I'm sure they know that. And I'm sure they're rich and insured enough that everything will get replaced by the time they get home." Jo said, smirking. "I'm going to talk with the Captain of this ship, see if we can't reach an understanding. Because I have a feeling that we might be able to get both shore leave and a sizable haul in one job."
"I have a bad feeling about this, Jo." Morgan mumbled dismally.
"You have a bad feeling about everything, lover." Jo said back to him as she slipped off towards the bridge, followed by an entourage of admirers the entire time.
*****
Twenty minutes later, a call went out over the Plunder's Heart and the Cruise Ship Avalon.
"This is Captain Hart speaking. The captain of the Avalon has been gracious enough to let us enbjoy their resort for a few days while we take advantage of every amenity they have to offer. So, pirate, start on shore leave, because, one time only, it's completely free. Hart, out."
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T.K.
Sailor of the Eight Planets
Chief Engineer
"If my Pocky is returned within the next hour, I promise you a quick death instead."
Posts: 106
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Post by T.K. on Nov 25, 2008 21:51:51 GMT -5
It had taken a few days, but T.K. had managed to get it through to Shiyounin that he wasn't mad at her. He'd simply been in a bad mood when she'd had her accident, and hadn't meant to make her feel guilty. If fact, he'd told her it had been a good thing she'd had the accident. It showed that the new projector had a larger power drain than he'd expected, so it had been a chance to redo the power system a little.
She'd even been cheered up by the fact that he'd assigned her personally to keep an eye on Angel, and to make sure she got a full Engineer's kit, as well as her own Uniform. It may not have sunk in quite yet, but Angel had officially been drafted as a crew member, at least for now.
T.K. himself had set up five hour a day duty shift, with exceptions made for emergencies. He'd also set her up with a Datapad with the ships current schematics, telling her to at least familiarize herself with them. Then told her to ignore anything else she found on the computers related to mechanics.
“The Best way to learn, is hands on, not from a computer.”
Before the Captain announced the heist, the three of them could be found in various places all over the ship, as T.K. told her how various things could break or go wrong, and the simplest and easiest methods for fixing them. He'd also begun instructing her in the basics of Kendo. If she was going to be a member of the crew, then she'd better learn how to defend herself as well. He usually sprung these lessons on her after her shifts were over. She was a quick study, and T.K. was constantly finding himself fishing for new lessons to teach her.
Eventually though, the Captain did spring her Cruise Ship idea on the crew, and T.K. smirked.
“So Angel. Ever seen the inside of a Cruiseliner's Engine?
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Dr. Andromeda Reyes
Sailor of the Eight Planets
Plunder's Heart Chief Medical Officer
I've given up everything for my sister once. I wouldn't test my loyalty if I were you.
Posts: 119
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Post by Dr. Andromeda Reyes on Nov 25, 2008 22:50:23 GMT -5
Not one for R&R, it wasn't all that surprising that Andromeda had yet to leave the Plunder. She was still in the med-bay, working on her next batch of medication to help with the three Magi kids still in their comas.
Young Toby had decided to stay with her and keep her company. His bright orange star-burst eyes watched the doctor's every move avidly, soaking it in. Andromeda recognized the thirst for knowledge in his gaze, as she had seen the same look on her own face more than once growing up. She also suspected he had decided to stay with her in order to hide from Amanda. Andromeda winced.
Apparently, according to Cassi, Toby had revealed his crush to the winged female and--as he was a bit too young and Amanda viewed him as a friend and almost a little brother--she'd had to let him down. The boy had been wrestling with a broken heart for the past few days now, electricity almost constantly sparking across his scaled skin with his emotional turmoil.
"Alright then," Andromeda called, turning to shoot him a bright smile, one that Toby returned readily enough. And that adorably lopsided grin squeezed her heart in a way that no one else had ever touched, not since Cassiopeia had been very small. "I think we have enough to try waking up one more of our friends. Would you like to come with me?"
Toby nodded vigorously, his shaggy blackish-blue hair shifting with the motion. Andromeda wrapped her free hand around his thin shoulders as they walked from the med-bay into the wing of rooms holding the comatose children. The twelve year old hung back near the doorway as she neared one of the beds. It held a girl in her late teens, a very dark and ruddy tan complexion, very curly black hair and a throat that was heavily scarred. She was another that had never spoken, apparently. None of the other kids knew her name. They said the scientists had simply called her 'Omega.'
Andromeda took a bracing breath, then leaned in to administer the drug. The girl began reacting to it much quicker than the others. Almost immediately her eyes snapped open, revealing them to be a dark chocolate brown.
"Easy," the doctor called softly. "You're safe, with friends. We're on board the Plunder's Heart, it's a pirate vessel. We rescued you from the freighter."
Omega didn't look at all soothed. Her expression remained screwed into a heavy scowl of mistrust. Her eyes flickered off of Andromeda when Toby suddenly started generating more current in his nervous state--and if anything the sight of the blue-white electricity dancing across his skin seemed to make the girl even more skittish and upset.
A moment later Omega had snatched up a scalpel off of a near-by supply tray, launched herself off the bed--ripping wires off along the way--and backed herself into a corner. The dark-haired girl lifted the deadly knife threateningly when Andromeda tried to near, so the doctor lifted her hands and backed away again.
"Toby," she called, tone carefully calm and neutral. "Please go and fetch the Captain, if you would. I think she would like to meet our new friend, and reassure her that everything's okay."
The small boy hesitated--obviously torn on whether or not he should leave her alone--before he finally turned on his heel and pelted out of the infirmary on swift and silent feet, electricity arcing brilliantly in his wake.
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Post by Clara Hart on Nov 25, 2008 23:01:26 GMT -5
Clara slunk into the room not long after Toby left, turning an eye to the girl in the corner before slowly approaching.
Surprisingly, the dark girl, who had a large 'Omega' tattooed on her exposed shoulder, did not seem at ease at all when confronted by Clara. Even Christian, though he had persisted in fighting, had been a little relieved to see Clara.
Not Omega.
Clara reduced the mistrust in her with her empathic powers. Omega lowered the knife a little, but did not do anything else, just stared carefully at the tiger girl, not willing to move an inch.
"You're safe here." Clara said softly. "Trust us."
But there was not enough trust in Omega's mind to amplify. Something horrible had happened to her. Someone had wronged her much too badly for her to hope or trust, even now that she was free.
Clara suddenly heard her mother's voice, having felt her enter just a moment later. "If you don't believe us, why not see for yourself?" Her mother offered.
The teen put the blade down and eyed Josetta warily. Clara, loathe to at first, stepped aside and let her mother handle this.
"My name is Josetta Hart, I'm the captain of this ship. You're free to wander around as much as you want. No one will stop you." She said calmly. "So you don't have to take our word for it. You won't be watched while you're here. You'll be allowed as much freedom as you need." She looked to Clara, Andromeda, and Toby. "Let's leave her to herself for now, kids. I'm sure she'll be more social once she's had a chance to see we're not so bad herself."
As they left, Clara could not help but to be at awe with her mother, even as she herded a slightly flustered Andromeda out of the infirmiry. She was willing to let someone she did not know, a magi, wander around on her own, with no supervision, on the off chance it might be good for her.
Compassion was a lesson that Clara had never thought worth learning. Now, however, she was finding knowledge of it more useful by the day, especially by the twinge of hope and relief in Omega as they left.
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Willie Barbary
Buccaneer
Pilot
It's worse when you know that hell is coming, but nobody else will believe you . . . .
Posts: 52
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Post by Willie Barbary on Nov 25, 2008 23:07:10 GMT -5
"And the lady wins again."
"Hah!" Willie did a little victory dance from where she stood in front of the craps table in the cruise-liner's casino area. The pirates and high-roller passengers that surrounded the table either groaned, rolled their eyes or laughed at her antics. She had been on a massive winning streak, after all, almost doubling her earnings in only an hour.
Miller stood next to her, leaning an elbow back against the table, watching her with a half-cocked brow and one of those small, secretive smiles. Willie stopped dancing long enough to curl her arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. Which he returned in his deep, possessive kind of way.
After a moment, Cooper sighed rather loudly. "Alright now, cut that the hell out, Willie. You two fuck enough as it is. And I know, cause I've heard it. Way more than I want to. You owe me two thousand credits for that damned 'proofer I bought that neither one of you exhibitionist asses wants to use." Willie pulled back enough from Miller to shoot Cooper a bland glare. The pirate gave her a scowl, somewhat ruined by the grin trying to form on his lips. "Just place your damned bet already."
Willie sighed, uncurling herself from around her boyfriend to choose her numbers. And then she snatched up the dice, and started to toss them before she hesitated. Willie glanced back at Miller, coy grin on her face before she suddenly held them up to him. And Miller, another grin slowly pulling at the side of his mouth, obediently bent and blew on them for her.
Cooper just groaned louder. "I'm not gonna get any fuckin' sleep tonight, I can already see it."
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Dagger Leopold
Cabin Boy
Bounty Huntress
No more heartbreak.
Posts: 11
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Post by Dagger Leopold on Nov 25, 2008 23:25:18 GMT -5
"Captain Josetta Hart," Anne began, "Twenty five billion credit reward. Morgan Halcyon. Thirteen billion credit reward. Jane Doherty. Five hundred million credit reward. Dane Merak. Seven hundred and fifty million credit reward. Tetsuo Kazuki "T.K." Nakamura. Three hundred thousand dead, eight hundred fifty million credit reward alive. Wilona "Willie, Barbwire" Barbary. Three hundred million credit reward to the government, five hundred million credit reward to zomeone named Florentine. R..." Anne paused, causing Dagger to glance her way. The bounty huntress, while the names and bounties were being read, had unzipped her catsuit and pinned up her hair, sprayed her hair with a temporary blonde dye before she put on a simple white blouse and a blue denim skirt. She was putting in blue contacts when Anne had stopped.
"Randolph "Taipan" Miller." Anne finished. "One hundred and fifty billion credit bounty, double zat if 'is machine is retrieved as well. Mon Dieu." She swore.
Dagger's eyes went wide, and she rushed over to the computer, bringing up the image on file with his bounty. It was Miller. Miller, her boyfriend from High School. Who she had given herself to the day before she and her family had had to leave town.
"He's....he's here?" She said, not quite believing it herself. "I...I don't believe it. Hack security, get him on screen."
"Yes Miztress." Anne replied, and her screen brought up indeed Randolph Miller. With his arm around someone else. Some tiny harlot gambling up a storm with her man. The one she had been saving herself for for eight years.
"You will be 'appy to know, Miztress." Anne purred mischeviously. "Zat ze woman next to 'im is Wilona Barbary. Wanted for a zomewhat 'efty bounty."
Dagger blinked, and then moved to the hatch of her ship. "Keep a low profile, Anne. I'm gonna do some recon."
"As you command." The AI said back, a smirk on her face.
Dagger then slipped out of her ship in the crowded hangar and made her way to the casino.
If that bitch thinks she can take my man after I've spent so long to find him, She growled mentally. Then she's in for a rude wakeup call.
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Dr. Andromeda Reyes
Sailor of the Eight Planets
Plunder's Heart Chief Medical Officer
I've given up everything for my sister once. I wouldn't test my loyalty if I were you.
Posts: 119
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Post by Dr. Andromeda Reyes on Nov 25, 2008 23:55:31 GMT -5
"You really need to stop leaving those things laying around," Josetta pronounced, tone teasing as she ushered Andromeda down the hall. The tall doctor was attempting to turn back for the med-bay, but the taller redhead had a hand curled around her elbow and was rather handily forcing her along despite her intentions otherwise. Andromeda shot the pirate captain a huffy glare, which Jo just grinned under, unrepentant. "I mean, honestly. What does one doctor need with so many damned scalpels anyway? I bet if I went into the med-bay right now I'd trip over three of them."
"Alright, alright," she snapped, coloring slightly. "You've made your point, Captain."
Josetta shot her an arch look. "What did I tell you about that?" Andromeda felt her face heating.
"It's unprofessional for me to--,"
"I only want to hear you call me Captain if you're moaning it in throes of passion and feeling especially kinky," the redhead interrupted sternly, though ruined by the smarmy grin on her face. Andromeda's face went up in a scarlet tide, too flustered to continue arguing, which was probably her intention.
Josetta had managed to drag her completely off the ship before Andromeda had managed to recover enough to protest again. "Where are you dragging me?" she demanded huffily. "I have about a hundred different things that need attention--,"
"All of which can wait for a day," Josetta interrupted again, tone broking no argument. "You need to relax for a while, so I'm taking you to the spa. I've already told them you're on your way," the redhead pronounced craftily, "and the staff has assured me that they're going to go out of their way to spoil, coddle and pamper you for the rest of the day."
Andromeda sputtered, but her weak protests were largely ignored. A moment later she found herself tugged handily into a large tiled room filled with relaxing smells, plants and ridiculously expensive spa equipment. What appeared to be the full staff stood waiting for her. And only her. Josetta gave them a grin, pulling Andromeda farther inside and then giving her a gentle push.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen. I'm leaving her in your very capable hands. Work your magic."
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Beau Altair
Cabin Boy
Teleporting is highly unfair.
Posts: 20
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Post by Beau Altair on Nov 26, 2008 0:39:47 GMT -5
Beau laughed along with the others as Cassi lost her tenth straight round of poker. They were all sitting around one of the large tables in the recreation room aboard the Plunder. Most everyone else was out enjoying the cruise-liner, but Clara had thought it best that her group of Magi stay on board the Plunder, where it was safe. None of them had argued with her.
Clara, Tina, Rascal, Stefan, Antigone, Gloria, Nathan, Cassi, Beau himself and even Morgan--who was still on the ship and in command of the skeleton crew while the Captain was away--sat around the green felt table, playing poker. And Cassi--who's face was just about as readable as an open book--was failing rather spectacularly at the game. The rest of them teased her good-naturedly, which she accepted with a pouty frown and a laugh.
After a while, Nathan--who currently looked like a moderately busty green-eyed, redheaded girl--suddenly grinned smarmily. "Hey, what d'ye say we make this game a bit more interesting, eh?" he-she demanded, in a female voice that was currently mimicking Morgan's heavy English accent eerily well.
Most of the others rolled their eyes or groaned. Gloria teleported a poker chip into Nathan's face, causing the 'female' to wrench and the glare petulantly before tossing it back. Cassi, who was shuffling the cards as it was her turn to deal next, blinked heavily. Clearly confused.
"Like how?"
Beau turned to her along with the others, smiling a little at her naiveté. Nathan let out a short, slightly mocking bark of laughter.
"C'mon! You can't tell me you've never heard of strip poker." Cassi just continued to stare, not getting it.
"Every time you lose a hand," Rascal piped up, one of the few actually looking interested in the idea, "you lose a piece of clothing. The first one naked loses."
The cards went flying out of Cassi's nerveless fingers in a wild flutter. The rest of the group laughed uproariously at her wide-eyed, red-faced stare of disbelief. But, as her silver eyes suddenly fluttered over to an equally flustered Morgan, Beau suddenly felt his whole body tense.
He glanced back and forth between the two, and suddenly felt a very ugly feeling start to swell in his gut. Cassi had tried to break up with him a few weeks ago. He probably should have let her, but Beau hated to give up on anything. And he loved her. He didn't want to lose her. He'd do anything it took to make her happy, to keep her by his side. She had given in and agreed to give them another chance, but not much had really changed between them. She still seemed distant a lot of the time, and Beau felt more than once like he was trying to grasp at an unreachable star. That, no matter how hard he tried, Cassiopeia's heart was never going to completely belong to him.
And suddenly, in witnessing the long, guilty stare that passed between his girlfriend and the powerful First Mate, a dark suspicion began swelling in his mind. Cassi had been spending an awful lot of time with Morgan as of late. Talking. Laughing. Making the stoic man smile when no one else seemed able. And Beau had caught the older man giving his girlfriend a stare more than once when he thought no one else was looking. A look in his eyes that seemed to go way beyond general affection. Something hotter. Something way more possessive.
Beau's mind rebelled violently at the thought. It couldn't be possible. Morgan was a great man. He wouldn't take advantage of Cassi like that, she was a full ten years younger than him, for Christ's sake. Not to mention Cassi herself. She wouldn't cheat on him like that. She was too sweet, too compassionate. He shook his head a little, suddenly feeling disgusted with himself. This damned jealousy he felt was getting way out of hand.
A moment later he got to his feet, excusing himself from the game. "I don't feel so well," he pronounced with a wince. "I think lunch is starting to not agree with me. I'll be in my bunk."
Cassi stared up at him, silver eyes wide with concern. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" she questioned.
Beau smiled down at her, immediately feeling soothed. That's not the face of someone who'd cheat and lie to you, he thought to himself with a sigh. "I'll be fine, babe," he assured, bending down to plant a kiss to her mouth. One she returned readily, even if she pulled away a little quicker than he would've liked. Then again, she wasn't very comfortable with public displays, Beau assured himself again.
"I hope you feel better," Gloria called after he straightened, her dark eyes worried as well. He flashed her a smile, nodding.
"Thanks."
And then he turned and left out of the rec-room, heading for his own room instead. Doing his best to quiet the lingering doubts still clamoring in his mind and heart, not wanting them to be true.
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Post by Jane Doherty on Nov 26, 2008 0:44:21 GMT -5
"Woohoo!" Jane cheered. She had formed an impromptu bathing suit competition, where she was the only judge. Hands-on of course.
The three muscular men that sat around her 'throne' on the top deck of the ship, fetched her a drink and food. A voluptuous woman pranced up next, "oh darling, you are gorgeous!" she gushed. Jane twirled her hand around, "let's see the booty." The girl blushed and turned around to give a full three-sixty view.
Jane took a sip of her wine, "my goodness sweet thing, where have you been hiding all my life. You definitely get a ten."
Jane groped the young man sitting just to her right and whispered, "but you my good sir, get an eleven."
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T.K.
Sailor of the Eight Planets
Chief Engineer
"If my Pocky is returned within the next hour, I promise you a quick death instead."
Posts: 106
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Post by T.K. on Nov 26, 2008 0:50:01 GMT -5
T.K. had stopped at several locations along the way, to point out some things to Angel, as well as quiz her on various topics. Shiyounin followed close behind, keeping a wary eye on their 'escorts'.
As soon as T.K. had stepped off the Plunder, several of the passengers had started following them on their trip toward the engine room. He supposed they were his fan club, based on the reactions with the passengers earlier with the Captain and some of the others. But he honestly couldn't think what he'd done to deserve his own following. Sure, he's hacked a few ships and security systems over the last few months, but it wasn't like he'd broadcast what he'd done. Hell, his greatest invention yet, the Dive Goggles were still his little secret.
He decided to shrug it off, and ignore them for now, since they all seemed to be hanging back anyway. If the situation changed, he was sure Shiyounin would notify him.
After several drawn out hours, they finally arrived at the Engineering Section of the ship.
“Have no fear boys, I'm just here for a look around. Hell, if you're lucky, me and my new Apprentice here might just Supe up your engines for you.
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Shiyounin
Cabin Boy
AI
"Oh Master, did you electrocute yourself again?"
Posts: 15
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Post by Shiyounin on Nov 26, 2008 1:00:34 GMT -5
Shiyounin kept an eye on their followers, while she continued to access as many computer systems on board ship as she could for T.K. So far, most of them had been ordinary systems for running the ship, but she had tagged quite a few personal systems, and their access points tot he ship's mainframe.
She'd also detected a vessel in the Ship's Docking Bay, that was apparently rebuffing her scanning attempts. Normally, she'd have filed it away for later, and told T.K. But since he'd allowed her her freedom, she'd yet to find a system she couldn't get into. With the sudden denial of such freedom, it felt like a personal affront, and a Challenge to her skills.
Not quit thinking, she left T.K. and Angel, and zoomed off, heading toward the Docking Bay.
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Post by Cassiopeia Reyes-Hart on Nov 26, 2008 1:10:37 GMT -5
Cassi was oblivious to the dirty look that Gloria shot her shortly after Beau had left, only blinking in confused surprise when the curvy Latina threw her cards down and then got to her feet, grumbling that she was done playing before she left the room entirely. Not long after that, Clara and Tina wandered off, no doubt to make out in private. Moments later Rascal, Stefan and Nathan got up and left as well, bored with the game and off to go find something else to entertain themselves with.
Leaving Cassi and Morgan alone.
After a few minutes passed--and after Morgan won three straight hands in a row--Cassi sighed loudly and threw her cards down.
“Ugh! I give up!” she burst out, half-laughing, half-growling. “I suck at this game!” Morgan just grinned at her, shaking his head a little as he gathered up the cards.
“You gotta be more careful.” At her confused stare Morgan sighed. “Ye give yerself away every time, luv. When you’ve got a good hand, your mouth starts twitchin’, your cheeks get pink and yer eyes get all bright and start dancin’,” he suddenly pronounced, tone going a touch hoarse. Cassi’s breath caught a little in response, cheeks coloring. “And when you’ve got a bad one, ye chew on your lip and play with your skirt under the table.”
“Oh.”
It was a rather lame response, but it was just about all the articulation she was capable of at that point. Why did the idea of him paying that much attention to her do all sorts of wicked, not-pure things to her nether-regions?
Morgan was suddenly staring at her the way he'd stared at her the night he caught her dancing in the gym. The way he stared down at her after he'd stripped her bare and laid her out on the table in the mess-hall. The way that made her knees go weak with wanting.
All the reasons why she shouldn't give into that stare were too far away now to matter. Right now they were alone in a room on a ship that was nearly deserted, for the first time in over a week. Which suddenly felt like an agonizing lifetime.
Morgan suddenly let out a hoarse groan, filled to the brim with arousal and desperation in equal measure. "Bloody hell, Cassi, ye shouldn't look at me like that," he forced out.
"Like what?" she demanded, only half-aware that her voice was a lot more breathy and softer than normal.
He made another noise, somewhere between a growl of frustration and another groan. "All big-eyed and soft and vulnerable. Like ye want nothin' more than for me to go over there, strip ye bare and eat you up," he finished, somewhat harshly.
Something wild in her caused the teen to suddenly grin, impish. "Fine then. You stop staring at me like you want me to strip myself bare and go over there and eat you up, and I will."
Morgan gaped at her for about a half a second, looking like he couldn't decide whether or not to be stunned, affronted or aroused. Finally the last one won out, shooting to his feet and stalking around the table toward her with a soft growl. Cassi didn't fight him at all when the First Mate scooped her up out of her chair, melting into him with a soft moan of surrender.
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Anne
Cabin Boy
Anglerfish's AI
Oo la la, what have we here?
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Post by Anne on Nov 26, 2008 1:19:24 GMT -5
Anne was very, very bored.
Ever since her Mistress had left, she found herself flitting from system to system, ripping out all the security archives, went through several hundred million simulations and tactical permutations of how this job would go, and, still, found herself bored.
Until, of course, the tiny ping hit her. The ping was nearly unrecognizable, but present. if she had been busy with something else then, perhaps, she would not have noticed it. But the AI was just sitting still and doing nothing at the time, so when the ping attempting to break into her system hit, a tiny smirk flitted across her "face".
As soon as she felt the source enter the hangar, her hologram materialized outside of the ship. What she saw was a pretty little rabbit girl with a PHI.
"Well, bonjour zere gorgeous." She purred. "Where 'ave you been all my life?"
The silvery bunny-girl blinked a bit in confusion.
"Oh, you are ze silent type, yes? Good." The hologram came closer, the smarmiest of grins on her face. "Zen we can get to know each ozer, no? In such silence as our passion can see fit."
"W-who are you?" She asked in a panic.
"Just like ze rabbit, no?" Anne sighed. "To panic at ze first sign of trouble. Je m'apelle Anne, pretty zing. And who are you? Or do I zimply call you zexy?" The holorgram floated a bit closer to the bunny-girl.
The PHI started to go backwards as the bunny-girl backed up slowly, nervously.
"Zere is no need to fear me, little rabbit, unless you were coming here to break into poor moi and do terrible zings to my 'ard drive. 'Owever, if you were planning on doing ze naughty zings, zen you zimply had to ask, mon petit."
The bunny girl turned and "ran" then. Anne contemplating forcing open the hacking computer's inbound link with her raw computing power and dumping a virus into her mainframe, but she did not.
After all, that would take all the fun out of the other AI playing hard to get.
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Shiyounin
Cabin Boy
AI
"Oh Master, did you electrocute yourself again?"
Posts: 15
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Post by Shiyounin on Nov 26, 2008 1:29:35 GMT -5
Shiyounin was panicking. There was another A.I. Hidden on board the Cruise ship. It was obviously very advanced. And that bizarre conversation had to have been some sort of delaying tactic, or maybe even a distraction.
She had bolted as fast as she could from the Docking Bay, sure now, that there was some sort of EU Strike Force hidden on the ship somewhere. She panicked further, as she began imagining Mamba's crawling all over the place.
She took off down the ship's hallways, narrowly avoiding startled passengers, and even a few wondering crew members. She had to get to the engine room quick, and warn T.K.
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