InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
INTRO
"This is echo-delta 7 to Betelgeuse 8A-IX, in case any of you are actually listening and these comms work, we're leaving to obtain Target One. Mainly because it turns out the previous Target One was actually a bit of an asshole. Am I right Cap?" The INANES nonchalantly had both of his feet up on the dashboard of the spaceship, though it was more or less a bathtub with wings at this point. While speaking he grinned slightly to the woman beside him, knowing full well he was pissing someone off, if not perhaps himself. "In any case, this poor little broken robot will get you one that's a bit prettier to look at. Because personality in machines is overrated amirite? Now I believe it is time for the captain to do the exits, because I might accidentally call you fuckers something mean that'll hurt your poor princess feelings." Still grinning like the devil Saami held out the radio to Adira, but halfway through a very annoyed "Who's the princess here Snow White?" crackled through. Which only had the effect of making him laugh impishly.
At least he had to admit he preferred this type of interaction, which just about equalled to him simply not caring anymore what he said to whom. In fact he seemed to care a little bit too less about how he did anything as long as it got done, the proof of that being he was increasing the acceleration by pressing the hand-operated throttle forward with his foot. But at least for now he was still too vain to be a slob. Meaning that despite wearing the standard mechanic pants, a T-shirt and his hair being makeshift cut to half length with kitchen scissors, he was still clean. Somehow even a bomb didn't manage to blast that out of him; in fact, metal feet were surprisingly hygienic.
When he had hit the right speed, he removed his feet from the dashboard and sat up right again. Taking out a pack of cigarettes while at the same time straightening his hair somewhat with his other hand, he got out of his chair, watching Adira handle the comms. "Don't forget to tell them we'll be meeting up with the rest of the fleet after the warp, at about the height of Galila. Inbefore we have to try make this snail of a ship catch up. I'll be checking in on the rest of the crew and attempting very slow suicide." Not making any more words dirty to that he tapped a cigarette out of the packet and pulled a lighter from his pocket. Not lighting it yet, but twiddling it between his fingers as he walked to the back room of the ship.
"This is echo-delta 7 to Betelgeuse 8A-IX, in case any of you are actually listening and these comms work, we're leaving to obtain Target One. Mainly because it turns out the previous Target One was actually a bit of an asshole. Am I right Cap?" The INANES nonchalantly had both of his feet up on the dashboard of the spaceship, though it was more or less a bathtub with wings at this point. While speaking he grinned slightly to the woman beside him, knowing full well he was pissing someone off, if not perhaps himself. "In any case, this poor little broken robot will get you one that's a bit prettier to look at. Because personality in machines is overrated amirite? Now I believe it is time for the captain to do the exits, because I might accidentally call you fuckers something mean that'll hurt your poor princess feelings." Still grinning like the devil Saami held out the radio to Adira, but halfway through a very annoyed "Who's the princess here Snow White?" crackled through. Which only had the effect of making him laugh impishly.
At least he had to admit he preferred this type of interaction, which just about equalled to him simply not caring anymore what he said to whom. In fact he seemed to care a little bit too less about how he did anything as long as it got done, the proof of that being he was increasing the acceleration by pressing the hand-operated throttle forward with his foot. But at least for now he was still too vain to be a slob. Meaning that despite wearing the standard mechanic pants, a T-shirt and his hair being makeshift cut to half length with kitchen scissors, he was still clean. Somehow even a bomb didn't manage to blast that out of him; in fact, metal feet were surprisingly hygienic.
When he had hit the right speed, he removed his feet from the dashboard and sat up right again. Taking out a pack of cigarettes while at the same time straightening his hair somewhat with his other hand, he got out of his chair, watching Adira handle the comms. "Don't forget to tell them we'll be meeting up with the rest of the fleet after the warp, at about the height of Galila. Inbefore we have to try make this snail of a ship catch up. I'll be checking in on the rest of the crew and attempting very slow suicide." Not making any more words dirty to that he tapped a cigarette out of the packet and pulled a lighter from his pocket. Not lighting it yet, but twiddling it between his fingers as he walked to the back room of the ship.
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