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 Oct 31, 2008 0:21:57 GMT -5
T.K. was knocked off his feet from the sudden acceleration, and was slammed into the Captain's chair.
“Anata baka ijou ike ike! Are you trying to get me killed?”
About that time, a dizzy Shiyounin came spinning through the air on her special anti-grav PHI.
“Master, I don't think I like her.”
Translation: Anata baka ijou ike ike: You stupid malfunctioning (literally insane), bitch!
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Post by Jane Doherty on Oct 31, 2008 0:26:29 GMT -5
Jane laughed hysterically, "oh my god, did you see your face!" she said, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.
After she calmed down and the ship began slowing, she turned it around and headed back to port.
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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 Oct 31, 2008 0:39:53 GMT -5
T.K. glared at Jane from his sprawled out position on the Captain's chair. At least the Boosters worked.
“At least your pleased with your self, you crazy oban. Just remember, you're the one that has to explain things to the Doc when she comes back.”
He reached out, and snatched Shiyounin's PHI, and steadied her.
Translation: oban = bitchy old hag
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Post by Jane Doherty on Oct 31, 2008 0:49:04 GMT -5
"Psht, she'll enjoy the distraction you lun tao," Jane responded, not in the least bit worried. "You just worry about keeping that baby in good working order. I'm sure we'll have plenty more 'oh shit' moments to use it in."
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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 Oct 31, 2008 0:58:15 GMT -5
“Yah, any time the Captain lets you drive. Least I know I'll always have something to fix. Now, if you'll excuse me. I need some asprin.”
T.K. tried to stand up, but fell back into the chair as his knees buckled.
“Then again, the chair's comfy. Maybe I'll just sit here a while....”
T.K. did his best to ignore Jane as she brought the ship in to re-dock with the Station.
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Dane
Buccaneer
Weapon Expert
I'm tired, frustrated and horney at the same time. Do you REALLY wanna piss me off?
Posts: 56
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Post by Dane on Oct 31, 2008 2:18:21 GMT -5
Dane sat at the bar now, alone. God knows what time it was, he didn't care, he just wanted to drink till he stopped feeling. 6 Bottles of rum later and he still had this unwanted nudge in his chest.
To say he was wasted would be a understatement, hell, borderline liver failure was what the weapons expert was bordering. He sighed, it must have come directly from his toes cause he hick-uped afterward. He meet the gaze of one of Aphrodite's girls, she smiled back at him sexily, he knew what she wanted, and honestly he wasn't in the mood to pay for sex. He hadn't been in awhile honestly.
Dane shuffled away from the bar and removed his hair tie, letting his hair flow freely. Eventually he made it back to his room, he punched in the code several times before the door opened, he shut the door and collapsed on the bed, hoping to wake up and the feeling in his chest to finally go away.
Or to throw up. Whichever came first.
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