Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20150909013417

"I think that's everything." With a kick and an elbow, Ingraham got the suiting station working again. Percussive Maintenance. Time to go get Honara suited up and back in action. On the way, Ingraham could already smell the awkward silence.

If you looked really, really, REALLY closely into Honara's eyes, you could almost see her brain blue-screening and rebooting. Having no idea how to process eveything that Azulius just told her. For a visual metaphor, picture hundreds of tiny little Honaras running about in her brain trying to get all systems back online. One of them, wearing one of those Green eyeshades used by 19th century accountants shouts: "Hurry up people! Whaddya think I'm paying you for?"

"you don't pay us. We don't even exist. We're just a clever textual metaphor meant to personify the abstract concept of thought. We're not even an original way to personify that." one of them interjects shortly before being reprimanded.

Ingraham walked in to see Azzie scratching this odd itch on his chest and Honara looking like someone brained her with a cinder block. "sorry to interupt your conversation, but we got your gear ready."

Shaking herself back into reality, "Aw, sweet." she got up and stepped into the cylindrical suiting station. It closed itself off, a faint welding noise was heard with a bright light running down the middle of the cylinder, and out popped a fully armed and armored Honara.

throwing his arm around Azzie's shoulder "Don't worry Azzie, she's like that to all men. And before you get even more worried, Honara's straighter than a one-dollar bill."

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"and yet you fail to impress me again..." the white Fang leader said to the Ibaalin. "You lose the prisoner, and I can hear them at the end of the hall." his boar ears twitching as he said that.

"Ok then, does this impress you?" the Ibaalin responded as he sat down in the pilots seat and pushed up on the Lemuria's throttle. On the screen, all three of the ship's G-Engines warmed back up since they forced the ship to soft-land. "Engineering team says fifteen minutes until this thing is guaranteed airworthy."

"....better." the Fang acknowledged. He moved back over to his command screen and sent a trio of manticores to the block access to the crew quarters and upper reactor entrance. the Ibaalin did the same, ordering several squads to prepare defenses. One squad began welding all but one door shut in each room, another deployed spare Anansis into the Engineering crawlspaces, the others set up positions along the established bottleneck.

(For the record, [|Approximate external look of the ship]. Also, a side-layout of the Lemuria's rooms, bridge on the left. Reactor takes up two levels.)

[Bridge]=[Crew]=[Reactor]=[Lab]

[Cargo hold]=[Reactor]=[Cargo Hold]