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Taking up an inordinate amount of space in a certain hangar of a particular station in the Kalis system was an impressive if current hangar-queen of a vessel known as the 'Sadistic Spriggan'.
Once known as the 'Messenger On Fire', the Messenger-class vessel was an infamous slaver ship feared throughout the UNS.
These days it sat stagnant in the hangar of Eselberg station, or more commonly as the personal taxi to a particular family of annoying(from the point of view of the ship's self-proclaimed "owners") women and their boy-toys.
Like every other day it sat in its berth, cold and inactive and for the most part empty save for those who had made a working space in the ship, or who prefer the slightly larger quarters and bunk-space in the ship compared to the smaller and utilitarian spaces on the station. Two such individuals lay sanguine in a sturdy hammock in its spartan bridge as the two Dvati; Tomoe and Komoe enjoyed a leisurely nap together with the only company their prefered; Each other.
The two apparent twins spent today like they had several before as they lied to the too-easily deceived "Supreme Matriarch" of a certain family who they suspected was as equally bored as them. The only difference was while the "Twins" were content to spend their downtime alone and doing nothing, the annoying muscle-head known as 'Sparrow' was the opposite and seemingly lived to harang or pester them at every instance about 'their ship' as if the Spriggan was in anything less than perfect condition at all times.
Today their excuse to avoid the 'idiot' had been to confuse her with jargon and tech-speak and excuses about calibrating the instruments on the bridge. So while they knew she might try to check up on them the best place to be was on said bridge.
Which happened to contain their hammock.
While none of this would be relevant or matter on most days, today was an exception from the norm. The twins, fast asleep in the embrace of each other on a softly swinging hammock failed to be woken by, let alone notice the flashing button on the nearby instrument panel just a few feet away.
On the instrument panel a small display showed a blurry shape slowly creeping into the Spriggans detection range; And more importantly, two smaller shapes breaking off of it and heading straight for the station.
In the medbay, Tarkus too was lounging on one of the stretcher. An ancient tome covering his face as he softly snored away. The ships doctor had spent most of his days making sure the ship and station were stocked with the necessity medical supplies and patching up the odd injury that popped up while the others did repair work.
It was such a pain...
Couldn't they keep from smashing a body part under something heavy or burn something they weren't supposed to for like 5 fucking minutes...
It was during one of these reprieves that Tarkis tried to get some magic studying done but found himself to exhausted to keep his eyes open, thus the tome met face.
Once known as the 'Messenger On Fire', the Messenger-class vessel was an infamous slaver ship feared throughout the UNS.
These days it sat stagnant in the hangar of Eselberg station, or more commonly as the personal taxi to a particular family of annoying(from the point of view of the ship's self-proclaimed "owners") women and their boy-toys.
Like every other day it sat in its berth, cold and inactive and for the most part empty save for those who had made a working space in the ship, or who prefer the slightly larger quarters and bunk-space in the ship compared to the smaller and utilitarian spaces on the station. Two such individuals lay sanguine in a sturdy hammock in its spartan bridge as the two Dvati; Tomoe and Komoe enjoyed a leisurely nap together with the only company their prefered; Each other.
The two apparent twins spent today like they had several before as they lied to the too-easily deceived "Supreme Matriarch" of a certain family who they suspected was as equally bored as them. The only difference was while the "Twins" were content to spend their downtime alone and doing nothing, the annoying muscle-head known as 'Sparrow' was the opposite and seemingly lived to harang or pester them at every instance about 'their ship' as if the Spriggan was in anything less than perfect condition at all times.
Today their excuse to avoid the 'idiot' had been to confuse her with jargon and tech-speak and excuses about calibrating the instruments on the bridge. So while they knew she might try to check up on them the best place to be was on said bridge.
Which happened to contain their hammock.
While none of this would be relevant or matter on most days, today was an exception from the norm. The twins, fast asleep in the embrace of each other on a softly swinging hammock failed to be woken by, let alone notice the flashing button on the nearby instrument panel just a few feet away.
On the instrument panel a small display showed a blurry shape slowly creeping into the Spriggans detection range; And more importantly, two smaller shapes breaking off of it and heading straight for the station.
In the medbay, Tarkus too was lounging on one of the stretcher. An ancient tome covering his face as he softly snored away. The ships doctor had spent most of his days making sure the ship and station were stocked with the necessity medical supplies and patching up the odd injury that popped up while the others did repair work.
It was such a pain...
Couldn't they keep from smashing a body part under something heavy or burn something they weren't supposed to for like 5 fucking minutes...
It was during one of these reprieves that Tarkis tried to get some magic studying done but found himself to exhausted to keep his eyes open, thus the tome met face.