Futuristic Inter-Galactic Feuds - In-Character

[Kumii]

• Lance Theodore
• Michael
• Jessica White
• Vincent Greenfield

• 
  
  Lance TheodoreLocation: Hangar 016
  Interactions: SharkBark
  Current Mood: Excited
  Current Weather: None
  Current Time: August 6th, 3251.
  Lance reached his hand out as Pierce made the claim to fly, "Wha- hey wait!" It was too late, Pierce had already claimed the pilot seat. Lance chase after him, "Hey, dude, you do have your own ship. You know that right?" Lance looked around for a second, "You did get assigned a ship... right?" Lance sighed, "Whatever. You're lucky this ship has a co-pilot seat." He said, sitting down in the co-pilot's seat, "Be careful with my ship, Skippy."
  
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  Michael TakemiLocation: Dorm Room
  Interactions: AlphaBlueWolf SharkBark
  Current Mood: Startled
  Current Weather: None
  Current Time: August 6th, 3251.
  Michael lifted his up quickly when he heard a voice speak up then turned to look at Tobi. He paused a moment and pocketed the letter and grabbed the coat from the wardrobe, closing the door to the wardrobe. He began buttoning up the coat, "No." He said plainly, rubbing his hands through his hair, which was still sweaty. He looked at his towel and grabbed it, "I'm gonna go shower, I just got back from a workout and I'm sweaty and gross." He grabbed a fresh change of clothes too despite just changing into his shirt and coat.
  
  With that, he opened the door, "See ya later, Duracell, Cinderella." He looked at Tobi when he said 'Duracell' then to Courtney when he said, 'Cindy'. He walked out of the door, closing it and making his way to the showers.
  
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  JessicaLocation: Medbay
  Interactions: AlphaBlueWolf SharkBark
  Current Mood: Happy
  Current Weather: None
  Current Time: August 6th, 3251.
  Jessica grabbed the note that Austin handed her and she read it's contents, "An NDA, hmm?" She continued reading and noticed the 'think on it before taking it up', which she giggled at.
  
  She looked at Austin then back at the paper and continued reading, a lot of background and his prosthetic limbs. When Jessica finished reading, she took out a pen and clicked it and signed the NDA. She packed the form back neatly into the envelope and went to hand it back to Austin, who wasn't there anymore, "Austin?" She got up, grabbed her clipboard and envelope and went to search for him. She didn't have to look far as he was just outside with a familiar, one she saw earlier.
  
  Jessica held her clipboard and envelope close to her chest as the two conversed, she was very polite in waiting for an appropriate moment to chime in and give Austin the envelope with the NDA.
  
• Vincent GreenfieldLocation: Vincent's Workshop
  Interactions: AlphaBlueWolf
  Current Mood: Focused
  Current Weather: None
  Current Time: August 6th, 3251.
  Vincent finishing dragging Gazzy to his workshop. Setting it down in an empty space, "Alright... what would the brat like..?" Vincent scanned his workshop, items laid about everywhere, a suit and mask made from metal resembling a bat with shorter pointed ears, some scrap metal and ship parts along with some various modifications for weapons and ships. Vincent walked over to the modification pile and searched through it and found a sonic shield generator, "Ah, I remember you. Tried to fit ya onto a model of ship but couldn't make it work. I wonder if the brat would like you." He commented, inspecting the piece.
  
  Vincent placed the part on a table nearby and grabbed his welding mask, torch and tools, "Alright. Let's get to work." He popped open Gazzy's panels and began digging around for a spot he could fit the generator. Vincent found a spot and made a note of it then carefully pulled out Gazzy's motherboard, "Now the fun part. Findin' the right cohesion between the new part an' the existing circuitry. Without overloadin' the battery or fryin' the motherboard." He took the wires from the generator and the motherboard and attached them, "Alright... test #1. Gazzy, give me a diagnostic please."
  

 

[AlphaBlueWolf]

• Raelyn and Tommy Sanders
• Austin Fischer
• Courtney Kess
• Isaac Sanders
• Lucinda Ardel

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  Raelyn and Tommy watched as Sylva flew about, finding her way with the controls. "Tommy, she's doing it!"
  
  "Anyone could figure that out."
  
  "Says Mr. Can't Turn."
  
  Before Tommy could come back with a retort, Sylva came flying back to them with an explanation. "I've seen my big brother do that move plenty of times... that was... exhilarating."
  
  Well, that explained it. She'd said before she'd never flown before, but she'd seen her brother fly so she learned some stuff, just like Raelyn had learned stuff from their father, albeit from being in the captain's seat with their father in copilot, getting the hands-on experience that probably wasn't allowed from someone who wasn't even in training. But that was their father, Tommy realized. He let kids do things they probably shouldn't be doing, even his own students, to foster their minds and give them hands on experience. Even now, this was one of his dad's lessons. Right now, they got to figure out for themselves what worked and what didn't. And obviously Sylva's brother knew his stuff, if that was his move.
  
  But before they could push forward, their ships went dark. "Tommy?" Raelyn called out, "Sylva? Are your ships acting weird too?"
  
  But no answer came.
  
  Rae looked around her ship. Everything was off. It was so dark, though the darkness didn't bother Rae as she had night vision, but she bet it bothered Sylva and her brother as humans. She looked out the window to her brother's ship. Everything seemed dark, and he wasn't moving as well. So, maybe the same was happening to the others. She'd never experienced anything like this when she was flying with her dad. Comms were down, so she couldn't talk to Sylva and Tommy, the ships were completely dark, none of the buttons and levers were moving, and she didn't know how exactly they were going to get a message back to the academy if they couldn't even contact each other. They'd have to wait for someone to notice the ships were missing for longer than they should be out, or for another ship to come over. But what could be wrong with the ships? Were they just old? Was there something wrong with their circuits? Maybe she could pop a panel off and take a look inside the main frame, though she wasn't much of an engineer. She knew her way around the parts, but she wouldn't say she was confident with messing around with them for a solution.
  
  Her brain was running with a million thoughts in a second. She tried to remain calm, to not freak out about something that could get resolved soon enough, but telling herself to stay calm really didn't help. And then, as she looked up to see if she could see Sylva or Tommy through the window, to maybe get a message to them through the window and coordinate a plan of attack, her heartbeat started racing a mile a minute. Suddenly, in front of Sylva's ship was a giant thing. Sylva's ship looked like a mouse compared to it. It looked like a flower with twenty different stems all attached to one head. No, not stems, tentacles. Two of them hurtled through space and attached onto Sylva's ship, rocking it like one of those coin operated spaceships that Rae used to love when her father took her down the boardwalk as a kid. But it was not a fun ride this time.
  
  Suddenly, an explosion of pain was sent through Raelyn's brain. She dropped her vision from the window, from the horrendous sight, as feelings and memories passed through to her. She remembered tubes strapped to a small body, like those tentacles attached to the ship, wiggling around like her small, furred tail that went in and out of existence as she played with her cloaking powers. Then the image of those odd ships came into her brain, too sentient looking and yet devoid of anything that reminded her of sentience. She remembered it. She remembered seeing those things floating out in the sky, huge and terrifying, and reaching out her small hand, wishing to be like them, free to fly. And the next thing she knew, the flashes were gone and replaced by a massive headache, her ears ringing and popping, and her hands moving up to cradle them. The edges of her vision were blackened as she looked up to catch the last sights of the massive ship as it cloaked itself and her chest heaved with breath she hadn't known she was neglecting herself of. She no longer had the strength to keep up her constant hiding of her tail with her powers, and it was now in full view, puffed up like a startled cat.
  
  "Syl! Syl! Sylva!"
  
  Tommy's voice came through to Sylva's ship, finally it seemed, as he had been calling out to her the entire time. He wiped the deposit of sweat that had grown on his brow, licking his dry lips and tasting salt. The back of his throat burned and ached from the constant yelling, and his hands and fingers felt raw from slamming against the main board and trying anything to get his ship to turn on without breaking the damn thing. He'd yanked the throttle forward so hard that he thought the entire thing would come off in his hand, though the Admiral would have to get off his ass about that one if he did, since he was trying to save Sylva, even if the attempt led to nothing in the end.
  
  At some point in his screaming, he'd figured out that when the ships had died, comms had switched off as well. He couldn't reach his sister, and Sylva was in immediate danger. But he couldn't help continuing to scream his head off inside his airtight ship, knowing no one but himself could hear him, because what else could he do? It was the only thing that gave him solace when he saw the tentacles attaching onto the ship, and probably about to rip it in half. It pulsed some weird green energy, and Tommy was sure it was getting ready to blast Sylva's ships to bits like he'd seen on his favorite T.V. show when he'd been six. But it simply detached, turned, and showed off what seemed like millions more tentacles before it cloaked itself again.
  
  His eyes flicked down to his ship as it seemed to be rebooting. His eyes were fixed on Sylva's ship, still not turned around, until the ships rebooted fully and he could get Sylva and Raelyn back on comms. When the call opened up between them, no one said anything. Tommy was the first to speak, tripping over his words with breathless resolve.
  
  "Sylva, Rae, are you guys ok?"
  
  Raelyn continued to say nothing, still cradling her head in her hands with the headache receding slowly. The silence made Tommy's heart throb painfully as if a knife had just been twisted into it. He willed one of them to say something. To know that his sister was safe, and that Sylva hadn't been pulverized by that horrifying thing. He needed to know she was alright.
  
• 
  Austin watched as Joo turned and walked over to him, Gigi giving a happy chittering in greeting to Joo. She turned her shoulder to let Austin take the monkey off of her.
  
  "I know, I know. My apologies, mate." He said, plucking up Gigi and supporting her at his chest with his mechanical arms. Though, he sounded more amused than sympathetic. He would've been more sympathetic if this was his first-time meeting Joo, but it wasn't, and Joo already knew how mischievous his monkey pal was. "I got a leash for her and everything that I guess I should start using now. Back home she never jumped all over the place like this. Well, I guess back home wasn't all as brand new and exciting to her, was it? Was it now?" Austin started using that baby voice you reserved for pets and Gigi loved it, cooing along to his speech.
  
  "Anyways," He said back in his regular accent, baby voice dropped, "What are doing here? Are you hurt or something?"
  
  He used any excuse to get out of the appointment, or at least forget about it for a few minutes. He didn't even realize that Joo could be asking him the same exact question, because to her it would seem weird for him to be here. He just got so used to medical appointments that what seemed like a normal appearance to him might look questionable to others. After all, Joo didn't know of his condition, she only had vague hints at there being something medically wrong with him from the gleam of his metal arms and legs, as well as the monkey that was as trigger happy as Pierce.
  
  Austin, however, was so caught up in Joo's appearance here that he didn't notice Jessica had come up behind him, waiting to give him the letter. He had a one-track mind like that, fixating on the fact that he'd seen a new friend here and wanting to catch up with her, while also being slightly worried about there being something wrong with her. Doing a quick scan, he couldn't see anything wrong with her, but Austin of all people knew that not everything that was wrong with the body could be seen from the outside. After the outside wounds had healed, he looked normal, but his limbs wouldn't function no matter how much physical therapy he got.
  
• 
  Courtney's eyes maneuvered up from her father's letter and towards the boy hovering in the top bunk the entire time. Princey had gone out a while ago, to do who knows what guys did on their free time, so she was stuck with Loudmouth McGee over here. Stuck listening in on his loud conversation, the crunching of food in his mouth and water bottles down at the bottom of his bunk, one hitting hers with Courtney left only one option and had to slide it off the bed with a plastic hairbrush, and his cursing. She couldn't believe it. Her father would've whipped her if she ever cursed once like that, let alone multiple times. But other houses weren't like hers, she supposed.
  
  She couldn't very well decipher the hidden meanings of the letter, the threats she thought must be between the lines somewhere or other, with his obnoxious attitude. But she was also glad it seemed like he didn't even know she was there. Courtney didn't have to worry about studying the letter with him around. He was far too busy to notice her, and she was glad to be gone from the public eye for once, able to slip into the shadows of her bunk bed. She'd thought eventually he'd leave, but eventually became too long, and she'd slipped the letter out anyways.
  
  But then he'd gone on that video call, and the letter was somewhat forgotten in her mind when she'd heard the voices of young boys on the other line. They sounded so young, and she got caught up in their sibling dynamic, reminiscing about how that would be like for her if she went home. But no. Other houses weren't like hers. And hers wasn't like other homes. Wasn't like that. It would be different. Far too different for her to deal with. And, yet something about the way this Tobias fellow talked to his younger siblings, sharing with them the exciting bits that they would enjoy, and even speaking to them with honesty and compassion. It enticed her into listening into their dynamic. And his mother even yelled at him for using bad language! She gave a soft chuckle at that, too soft to be noticed.
  
  But then she heard something that made her abandon the note to the side of her all together, leaning against the wall to give the conversation her full, undivided eavesdrop. It was about Princey Boy and her, how they were too dressed up. Right now, she was wearing one of Austin's shirts, a red and blue patterned plaid button-up, with a gray hoodie underneath that showed his Australian pride, also from the collection Austin Couture. 'Australia' was stitched across the chest with a kangaroo under the text and written below it was 'The Great Outdoors', though she kept the shirt buttoned up so that the only thing you could see was the hood that peeked out of the collar and laid across her back, brushed lightly by her hair. The button-up was tucked neatly into a black skirt worn over black stockings, and stark white socks as if she bleach stained them every day. She'd gone into the bathroom after she'd left Austin to his appointment to freshen herself up and get out of her sleepwear. She didn't think this outfit was too fancy. Certainly nothing her parents would ever let her wear, she would never be able to wear Austin's style of clothes and mix it with her own style, and yet casual enough for the academy. But maybe not casual enough for Tobi. Yesterday she'd worn something nicer, because it was first impressions, and because she was basically representing the Kess Foundation with her being her. She was the named heiress after all. Her mother had instilled in her that wherever she went, she was representing the family and the company, and that she always had to dress like a proper lady in front of others. The only person she'd really been around in more casual wear was Austin, of course, who let her borrow things to wear that were more comfortable than the things in her own closet.
  
  So, she didn't think yesterday's outfit had been inappropriate at all! Very appropriate for an heiress. So, how could this boy say something like that? And in front of her too. She narrowed her eyes. He wouldn't really be that catty enough to go out of his way to say it since she was in the room, right? No, that was something girls at her private school did to get back at other girls. He didn't seem like that type. So, maybe spiteful was the right word for it. Or maybe, she was better at lurking in the shadows than she thought. It was the first time she kept a low profile, always in the spotlight of the public eye as the heiress of her parents' company, of her father's company, but maybe the shadows were more comfortable with her presence than she would've realized years ago.
  
  But, soon enough, the boy dropped the call with his younger brothers, and suddenly he was quieter than he had been before, leaving Courtney with an odd sense of loneliness. He hadn't been talking to her this entire time, so why did this feeling come to her? But soon enough, her other roommate stalked into the room, his coat slung over his shoulder and his forehead beaded with sweat. Her eyes followed him as she heard murmuring, and soon enough he was shedding his shirt for another. She was so shocked that she turned around, not knowing what to say. She only jump started once more when Bed Boy spoke again, this time to ask the sweat ridden monster what he was up to.
  
  "Geez, do you know what the word privacy means?!" Courtney exclaimed, avoiding the sight like her life depended on it, unsure if he was still bare chested or if he had put on a shirt yet, her face burning up at seeing a guy shirtless. She'd seen Austin shirtless before, but that was different. She was so shocked at seeing another guy like that, one she barely even knew, that she snapped at him with her sharp tongue. "There's something called a bathroom, y'know. Be a little more sensitive, there's a girl in here."
  
  But Princey continued on, mentioning something about a workout and a shower, and bidding them each farewell with their own little present nickname. Courtney stared after him in disbelief, the letter at her side completely forgotten. "Unbelievable."
  
• 
  Cal had called in the favor. Great. Not that Isaac minded doing this favor for him, it was just the timing. It was a bad day, what with what happened last night, and him reminiscing about Anna. He didn't feel like his normal, joking, chipper self, but maybe helping Cal with this would get him out of that funk. Get his mind off it. So, he swiped away the picture on the display of his mask, the one of him and Anna holding baby Tommy, and got ready to handle this. He tried to make himself look more presentable than he already looked, with his manic, bedraggled hair swiped down on one side of his face, and his wrinkled clothes from falling asleep whilst working. Quickly, he raked a comb through his hair and shook out his jacket, wrapping it around his shoulders. And he was off to the repurposed hangar.
  
  He kept his mask on the whole way there, to be alert in case he got another call from Sleepy, and also to hide any sleep from his eyes. He waved at the new students, gave a pleasant hello to the old ones he knew, and answered any questions he got asked. Finally, he came to the repurposed hangar, and took his mask off, hoping he didn't look bleary eyed. He knocked on the door, "Hello? Cal? Its me."
  
• 
  It took Lucinda the entire day to compile the report she needed to show Mara. She'd taken Cinnabar home, then set to work on gathering the report evidence. She needed to finish out the form anyways and send it to Mara, but this was a different situation entirely. A fourteen-year-old kid busted into the academy without anyone knowing, with a metal contraption of a dog mind you, and attempted to steal one of the academy's ships. You didn't see that happen every day. And if they did get a criminal, it wasn't someone who looked like that kid. It was someone cold, someone who couldn't care less if they harmed others, even enjoyed that harm, and someone who would know what they were getting into. But the kid was neither of those. And Lucinda hadn't been ok with writing them off as just another criminal, not when they seemed to be the same age as her own kid. It hit home for her, to see a kid their age in that position. So, she'd worked tirelessly to gather evidence that Mara might actually consider.
  
  She'd gotten pictures of the kid known as Milo Morgan for her to compare to the kid they had in the brig, called around foster care about Milo to make sure that they were still missing them, and even looked into numerous news articles about the case that she could show to Mara, including the one that man had been reading in the hologram.
  
  And after crashing for a few hours to regain energy, knowing it would be too late in the night to show Mara, she'd gotten up the next morning to halls buzzing with new students looking for things to do on their day off. She kept out of their way and to the shadows, many people not knowing who exactly she was. Eventually, she came to Mara's office, knocked on the door, and then went inside.
  
  "Admiral." She greeted, "I have that report on the kid. And I did some digging with.. the information I got from them."
  
  Lucinda went forward, handing Mara a pad. Pulled up on the display was the article about the Marcus Morgan case. "Do you remember this case? Two years ago, Marcus Morgan was arrested and tried for accounts of child abuse and endangerment. His twelve-year-old son, the one that got abused, testified against him, and was ultimately the one who put him behind bars." Lucinda scrolled down on the article to the picture of twelve-year-old Milo. Smaller, unhealthy, but the same appearance and wild animal look that was unmistakable as the kid they had in the brig. "That's his son, Milo Morgan. Look familiar? Now, the kid told me their name was Milo Maximillion, but it looks like they changed a lot about themself after this all went down. Now, Milo Morgan is supposed to be in the foster care system. I called around, and the kid known by that name has been missing for months, and never came home. That same kid was last seen running from police with what looked like a metal dog."
  
  "Vincent didn't know much about the kid. He found them messing around with the ship, said they hated everything to do with the rich but said nothing that gave him anymore hints than that. Which does check out with them being the Morgan kid. Reportedly, they found the kid living in terrible conditions, in an area with high crime rates. They were also extremely poor what with the dumping most of the cash into illicit drug and alcohol purchases. They were low income to begin with, which could've fostered those types of feelings."
  
  "Besides all that, everything matches up, with what little the kid actually gave me." Lucinda leaned forward to minimize the current article tab to another window, one with all the prepared data she had found. Details about the Morgan case, photos of Milo Morgan and a still shot from surveillance in the brig sized up to show the resemblance. But even without the comparison photos, you could easily see their young criminal friend in the Morgan boy. The messy black hair, the skin drained of its color, drawn over the boy like porcelain that framed the wonderful wild animal look the kid had fixed them with yesterday. She displayed under the photos information she had on each of the children, and the few discrepancies like the name, gender, and the fact that their Milo looked twelve while the Morgan boy should be fourteen currently, but all of that could be easily justifiable by the kid wanting to distance themself from the Morgan case as much as possible, plus personal preference, and their own upbringing being a factor into why they looked so young, scrawny, and unhealthy. Plus, their kid didn't look like a refreshed member of society, which did coincide with the theory that their a foster runaway. They were dirty, greasy, and had exactly one pair of clothes on them. They could very well be a foster runaway. "Besides for a few discrepancies that can easily be explained, I'd say this is our kid." She said, letting Mara digest the information and waited for her thoughts on the matter.
  
  Now that she'd debriefed her on who they were dealing with, she wondered what Mara would do. She didn't know Mara all that well. Really, she barely knew anyone in this academy. She didn't know if her orders would be the same. And Lucinda didn't know if she could exact those orders, if she was really like what she'd been afraid of in this whole ordeal.
  

 

[SharkBark]

• Joo Mi-yeon
• Pierce Eisenhower
• Tobias Garrison

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  "Definitely start using that leash," Joo replied with a nod. "Not everyone is going to be as cool with her on them as Pierce and I are. And, no. I'm not sick. I just came to...study. I was asking the doctors around here some medical questions. Like getting an early lesson in. I personally cannot wait for classes to begin. Not even just health class. Piloting, engineering, weaponry, tactics, etcetera."
  
  Joo pulled a strand of hair from her face. "Enough about me. What are you and Gigi doing in the medical bay?" She cocked her head slightly and glanced down at Austin's arms for a second, then immediately back up. Then with a slight grin, she said, "I, uh, could take a guess though."
  
  
• 
  "Holy shit, I got a ship too?" Pierce exclaimed as he sat down in the pilot's seat. "I...I don't think my ship was assigned to me yet. Nah, what if they did that on purpose?...wait...I did oversleep. Shit. That might be why."
  
  Pierce shrugged and mentally noted to visit see the staff about it later on. But for now, he'd settle on flying Lance's ship. He looked down at the control panel. "Alright, let's get this baby running." he thought as he turned on the engine, then turned on He checked the gauges to make sure the ship was ready for takeoff. With one last look around and checking the systems, he hit the ignition and the ship began to hum with life. He smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment as the ship began to rise a few feet from the ground.
  
  Pierce excitedly glanced from the control panel to the window, thrilled as they took flight. He looked at Lance and laughed. "Haven't flown legally in a while."
  
  It's true. Majority of the flying Pierce did in his life was without his pilot's license or on some occasions, with a ship that wasn't his own. Countless times he was caught doing so, but his father was always there to save the day. He had been in and out of jail for numerous counts of reckless flying, but the charges were always dropped. And now, less than over a year ago, Pierce had finally gotten his license, but hadn't flown another ship until now. Again, it was one that wasn't his own, but at least he had gotten permission to do so.
  
  "Yo, uh, AI thingie," Pierce called out, trying to get the virtual assistant's help, to no avail. "Right. It's buggy, you said? Fuck. Well, we'll have to wing it here with directions and stuff." He smiled. "Where we going, homie? And did you just call me Skippy?"
  
• 
  
  Tobias blurted out laughing as his roommate walked out of the room after leaving some comments. He answered Tobi that he was, in fact, not speaking to himself and that he was going to shower because he was sweaty and gross after his workout. The last part wasn't needed, but at least Tobi got his answer. But what amused Tobias were two things. One, the last thing he said before he left:
  
  "See ya later, Duracell and Cinderella."
  
  Duracell? Was that supposed to be a nickname? He tried to ask but lost the opportunity when someone unexpectedly spoke up. His other roommate, seemingly out of nowhere, scolded the guy for having no shirt on, which scared the hell out of Tobi and simultaneously caused him to snicker but not guffaw. Tobi tried hard to suppress his laughter, as he knew it would be seen as disrespectful. He kept a straight face and tried to focus on not laughing, while he felt his cheeks slowly reddening and a smile fighting to break out on his face. But that, combined with the nicknames, was too hilarious not to chuckle at, so he doubled over in bed laughing anyway.
  
  "Holy shit," Tobi said, wiping his face. "Let his ass know, roomie. Put a goddamn shirt-" He couldn't even finish his sentence as he began to laugh again, cheesing from ear to ear. "Hoo, that was gold."
  
  Tobias paused, his silence filling the air momentarily. He then sat up and leaned over the edge of the bed, peering into the bottom bunk with his dreadlocks hanging down. There she was—his other roommate, whose name remained unknown to him. Surprisingly, her outfit wasn't as preppy as the day before. It was much calmer, incorporating a graphic hoodie and some other basic pieces. Tobias stared at her blankly for a few moments, contemplating how much of their conversation she had overheard, especially his remarks about her attire. His expressionless face vanished, replaced by a smile and a soft chuckle. Without giving her a chance to bring it up, he spoke, cutting her off.
  
  "You are quiet as shit, you know that?" he asked, this time with a louder chuckle. "Like not even a single rustle or peep 'til now...or, yknow...maybe I'm just loud as shit. I don't know. Either way, not a single word to me, huh?" Tobi brought a hand down and outstretched it to the girl, holding himself steady with the other one. "Yknow, a simple hello would be great, but it's okay. I'll get us started. Tobias Garrison, but you can just call me Tobi." He nodded his head toward the door. "And, uh, you know what was up with the other guy and those lame-ass nicknames? Did this dude call me a battery?"
  
  Tobias grinned again, then whispered, "This is the part where you shake my hand and continue the conversation."
  
  

 

[Kumii]

• Sylva Greenfield
• Mara Takemi
• Lance Theodore
• Cal

• 
  
  Sylva GreenfieldLocation: Hangar 016
  Interactions: AlphaBlueWolf
  Current Mood: Terrified
  Current Weather: None
  Current Time: August 6th, 3251.
  There was a minute of silence from Sylva as Tommy called out to her and Raelyn. Suddenly, her engine flared to life and her ship began moving forward then immediately her ship started to turn around to head back to Earth, "I... I think I'm done... done f-or today, g-guys." Sylva said in a rather dead yet terrified tone as she passed them, not even stopping to check on Raelyn. There seemed to be absolutely no emotion from Sylva, then her engine went full bright as she pushed her ship to max speed on re-entry, her ship's computer screaming at her with flashing red lights and the message, "REDUCE SPEED." over and over until Sylva finally snapped out of her 'trance' and reduced her speed to safer speeds and the message and lights stopped.
  
  As she approached the hangar, the doors began to open to let her in and she landed, albeit roughly. Going to stand and finding she couldn't stand, her legs were jelly and she couldn't find the strength to stand.
  
• 
  
  Mara TakemiLocation: On the way to the Hangars
  Interactions: AlphaBlueWolf
  Current Weather: None
  Current Mood: Irritated
  Current Time: August 6th, 3251.
  Mara looked up as Lucinda entered, "Lucinda." She greeted back in response to Lucinda's greeting. Lucinda immediately went into debrief mode and Mara had to listen.
  
  After Lucinda debriefed Mara, she thought for a minute, "So, at its core, they're just troubled." Mara sighed, "Still... attempting to steal academy property isn't a crime I can just overlook." Mara looked up at Lucinda, her hands were crossed in front of her face, "Let's put the kid to work. They seem to be a good tinkerer and engineer, let's put them to work with our very own Vincent. I can't offer them a scholarship here but I can offer them a job here." Mara glanced away, "At the very least, it puts a roof over the kids head." She mumbled to herself.
  
  It was at about the moment that a security guard barged in, "E-Excuse me, ma'am!" The guard bowed towards Lucinda, "Uh.. Miss Lucinda. I've got urgent news!" Mara looked at the guard, "What is it?" The Security guard took a moment to breath then hit her with the news, "There was a temporary unidentified signal detected within our space."
  
  Mara raised an eyebrow, "Isn't the IFN Victorian due in? It should be fine." The security guard nodded, "We thought so too, ma'am but the object made no attempts to respond to our hails." Mara looked at the guard, "Really? Anything else?" the guard gulped, "W-We think one of the students might've been near the object when it appeared... ma'am." Mara slammed her desk and stood suddenly, "And you're just now telling me this?!" She rushed by the security guard, "Idiots!" She stopped at the door and looked back to Lucinda, "You speak to the kid about what I suggested, see if he accepts it." After that she stormed out, "READY MY SHIP!" Her voice cut through the halls as she walked down towards the hangar.
  
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  Lance TheodoreLocation: Hangar 016
  Interactions: SharkBark
  Current Mood: Excited
  Current Weather: None
  Current Time: August 6th, 3251.
  Lance looked at Pierce, "Yes, I did. You seem the excitable one when it comes to this stuff." Lance looked around and before he could answer, another went flying past them, "Holy shit- What the hell was that?" Lance said, getting up to see a ship flying away, "Hmm.. that was weird, what do you make of that, Pierce?" Lance asked, turning to look at Pierce.
  
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  Cal WymanLocation: Repurposed Hangar
  Interactions: AlphaBlueWolf
  Current Weather: None
  Current Time: August 6th, 3251.
  There could arguing heard within the room, two girls and a boys voice.
  
  The door opened and a blonde haired boy with black fingernails looked at Cal, "Sup. You Isaac?" Behind Matthews, Cal, Evelyn and Lucy could be seen arguing, with Cal acting a more of a mediator. Before long, Evelyn stormed by, "Excuse me." She said in a very pissed off and stern tone but still was rather polite, "Good! Leave then! Everyone does eventually..." Lucy started yelling at Evelyn but trailed off during the last sentence.
  
  Cal put a hand on his face, "Lucy, you don't mean that... do you?" Lucy looked at Cal, a moment of regret in her eyes before they went to a pissed off look then storming off in the opposite direction. Cal sighed and then yawned, "Hey, Isaac. What a fun morning, right?"
  

 

[SharkBark]

• Pierce Eisenhower

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  Pierce looked down at his phone in his lap for a moment, completely missing the other ship zooming by. When he finally looked up, all he could see was Lance's surprised expression.
  
  "Hm?" said Pierce. "What are you talking about?"
  
  He leaned forward and peered further out the window, trying to figure out what he had just missed. But, it was just clear skies. Not a single thing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Pierce glanced back at Lance, the same confused expression spreading across his face.
  
  "Uh, you good, bro?"
  
  
  Spoiler: Stats

  Mood: Confused
  Condition: Perfect
  
  Interactions: Kumii
  Mentions: Kumii (again)