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To whom you owe the pleasure...
Character: Mojisola Nazunagy
Location: The Greenfly Engine Room
Interacting With: Green
She listened avidly, soaking up his story with as much attention as she could, even stopping from her final modifications at one point to listen with full focus. It was an odd tale, not too unlike the many stories she had heard from other races detailing events from the old universe, but his alone held the sorrowful regret of an old soul who had taken its teachings to heart. The wonderment he felt she could see in his eyes, the spark of inspiration that only an orator of true belief could lend. It was a fine tale despite its bitter ending.
And then he discharged his pistol off towards the corner of the room. Moji jumped in sudden shock, having the low hum of the newly minted engine pumps pierced by the searing crackle of moisture instantly boiled out of the air by laser emission. The snap vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving only a scorched pile of...something, in its wake. She glanced at him and then to the place where he had fired, seeing the smoldering bits lying amidst the refuse cables, shielding, and pipes.
“W-well,” she stuttered, “You got it, whatever it was!” she cleared her throat and turned back to the control panel beside her.
Replacing the safety cover and reactivating it, the display flashed to life with a newly invigorated blue glow, a series of commands flickered to life on its face. She navigated through a list of dialogues until finally she arrived at the appropriate, “Manual Activation” button. With a sigh, she looked over her shoulder to Green and smirked, “Cross your fingers!” as she raised her left hand and crossed her own fingers.
With the gentle press on the display, the screen fizzled between a rapidly changing set of menus and equations until finally the entire engine room sprang to life. The sound of various liquids quickly flooding the pipe networks around the ship began to give a new vibrance to the otherwise dull atmosphere, and the steam that had previously been billowing out of many of the overheating ventilation grills dissipated.
Moji let out a sigh of relief and looked over to Green who seemed contented by the new found atmosphere, the signs of a job well done. Moji then pulled from her back a small pouch and reached deep inside one of the larger pockets to retrieved two small metal liquid canisters. Unclasping the seals on top, she offered one out to him and Green happily accepted it with a toothy grin.
“I was saving these for tonight to break the ice with the others, but I think after all this, no reason we couldn’t have a little celebration ourselves!” she held out her own and offered it for a toast, “Cheers!” she giggled cheerfully.
Aethesian Moonshine was an interesting brew, tasting mostly like the oil and sublight fuel that were used to manufacture it. Glossy, metallic, grey, was it’s complexion with a mostly opaque viscous consistency, it burned with a searing cold as it slid down the throat with the taste of putrid mechanical emissions. Only once finished did the bittersweet aftertaste warm the mouth and stomach, it was impossible the describe the flavor without thinking of delicut, twinkling, starlight.
The “Aethesians” were an ingenious and industrious race, though Moji had never met one face to face. Their ability to fabricate complex chemicals, machines, and tools from only the most basic of ingredients was one of the reasons why she decided to become a scaver in the first place. Desperation, it seems, is the mother of invention out here in the depths of space.
After a long, burning, pull of the Moonshine, Moji gasped, grimacing, looking to Green with one eye open as the other was clenched firmly shut from the taste, while for him it appeared it did not faze him at all.
“You know, about what you said before, I don’t actually have much of anything,” She finally said, piping up over the warm hum of the revitalized engines, “I know it’s hard to tell, since I’m told most humans don’t look all to different from one another in the perspective of other species. I’m not really sure what it really means to be human.” Moji rolled up her sleeves revealing the injection port on her right arm and the barcoded tattoo on her left, “Mojisola Nazunagy, 764-H323,” she took another short sip of her Moonshine before continuing.
“Do you know who that is? Because I sure don’t. The people who found me thawed me out from an old research station cryopod. It was like waking up from a bad dream. Strange people, speaking in a bizarre language, waving around guns, prodding you with tools…” She slid over the metal crate from earlier and sat down upon it. “It took me a few days to get wise on what it was they were planning to do with me. It wasn’t pleasant. I thought I could trust them at first, one of the humans aboard the ship, a doctor, looked me over and gave me a diagnosis - ‘Freezer Burn’ pretty catchy isn’t it? It’s essentially a short hand for ‘Damaged Goods’ as they put it…” She looked at her left arm and pondered for a moment, then looked up at Green, “At a glance I may look human, but humans don’t seem to think so. I’m a Thing to them. An other. So when they thawed me out, it was more a matter of morbid curiosity, to pull out this relic of the past then peel it open to see what makes it work. When I opened my eyes for the first time, their curiosity turned to disgust, terror, like I was some monster of old.”
She shifted in her seat, tapping her drink against the crate and running a hand through her hair, looking to her boots for a moment, “A freak,” she mumbled, “Look, what I’m trying to say is that we’re not too dissimilar from each other. I’m not some idyllic tourist with stars in her eyes. I’m just a fellow scavenger with a goal, a gun, and a drink in my hand. As far as I’m concerned, where we come from or why we’re here doesn’t matter. So long as we can trust each other, what we do now will define us.”
With that Moji stood up, taking a much longer drink of her moonshine and let out an exasperated sigh, she grabbed her tools from the ground and packed them away before finally turning to Green with a big smile, “Either way, it was nice sharing stories, let's find Markus and see if we can loosen him up too!”
Location: The Greenfly Engine Room
Interacting With: Green
She listened avidly, soaking up his story with as much attention as she could, even stopping from her final modifications at one point to listen with full focus. It was an odd tale, not too unlike the many stories she had heard from other races detailing events from the old universe, but his alone held the sorrowful regret of an old soul who had taken its teachings to heart. The wonderment he felt she could see in his eyes, the spark of inspiration that only an orator of true belief could lend. It was a fine tale despite its bitter ending.
And then he discharged his pistol off towards the corner of the room. Moji jumped in sudden shock, having the low hum of the newly minted engine pumps pierced by the searing crackle of moisture instantly boiled out of the air by laser emission. The snap vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving only a scorched pile of...something, in its wake. She glanced at him and then to the place where he had fired, seeing the smoldering bits lying amidst the refuse cables, shielding, and pipes.
“W-well,” she stuttered, “You got it, whatever it was!” she cleared her throat and turned back to the control panel beside her.
Replacing the safety cover and reactivating it, the display flashed to life with a newly invigorated blue glow, a series of commands flickered to life on its face. She navigated through a list of dialogues until finally she arrived at the appropriate, “Manual Activation” button. With a sigh, she looked over her shoulder to Green and smirked, “Cross your fingers!” as she raised her left hand and crossed her own fingers.
With the gentle press on the display, the screen fizzled between a rapidly changing set of menus and equations until finally the entire engine room sprang to life. The sound of various liquids quickly flooding the pipe networks around the ship began to give a new vibrance to the otherwise dull atmosphere, and the steam that had previously been billowing out of many of the overheating ventilation grills dissipated.
Moji let out a sigh of relief and looked over to Green who seemed contented by the new found atmosphere, the signs of a job well done. Moji then pulled from her back a small pouch and reached deep inside one of the larger pockets to retrieved two small metal liquid canisters. Unclasping the seals on top, she offered one out to him and Green happily accepted it with a toothy grin.
“I was saving these for tonight to break the ice with the others, but I think after all this, no reason we couldn’t have a little celebration ourselves!” she held out her own and offered it for a toast, “Cheers!” she giggled cheerfully.
Aethesian Moonshine was an interesting brew, tasting mostly like the oil and sublight fuel that were used to manufacture it. Glossy, metallic, grey, was it’s complexion with a mostly opaque viscous consistency, it burned with a searing cold as it slid down the throat with the taste of putrid mechanical emissions. Only once finished did the bittersweet aftertaste warm the mouth and stomach, it was impossible the describe the flavor without thinking of delicut, twinkling, starlight.
The “Aethesians” were an ingenious and industrious race, though Moji had never met one face to face. Their ability to fabricate complex chemicals, machines, and tools from only the most basic of ingredients was one of the reasons why she decided to become a scaver in the first place. Desperation, it seems, is the mother of invention out here in the depths of space.
After a long, burning, pull of the Moonshine, Moji gasped, grimacing, looking to Green with one eye open as the other was clenched firmly shut from the taste, while for him it appeared it did not faze him at all.
“You know, about what you said before, I don’t actually have much of anything,” She finally said, piping up over the warm hum of the revitalized engines, “I know it’s hard to tell, since I’m told most humans don’t look all to different from one another in the perspective of other species. I’m not really sure what it really means to be human.” Moji rolled up her sleeves revealing the injection port on her right arm and the barcoded tattoo on her left, “Mojisola Nazunagy, 764-H323,” she took another short sip of her Moonshine before continuing.
“Do you know who that is? Because I sure don’t. The people who found me thawed me out from an old research station cryopod. It was like waking up from a bad dream. Strange people, speaking in a bizarre language, waving around guns, prodding you with tools…” She slid over the metal crate from earlier and sat down upon it. “It took me a few days to get wise on what it was they were planning to do with me. It wasn’t pleasant. I thought I could trust them at first, one of the humans aboard the ship, a doctor, looked me over and gave me a diagnosis - ‘Freezer Burn’ pretty catchy isn’t it? It’s essentially a short hand for ‘Damaged Goods’ as they put it…” She looked at her left arm and pondered for a moment, then looked up at Green, “At a glance I may look human, but humans don’t seem to think so. I’m a Thing to them. An other. So when they thawed me out, it was more a matter of morbid curiosity, to pull out this relic of the past then peel it open to see what makes it work. When I opened my eyes for the first time, their curiosity turned to disgust, terror, like I was some monster of old.”
She shifted in her seat, tapping her drink against the crate and running a hand through her hair, looking to her boots for a moment, “A freak,” she mumbled, “Look, what I’m trying to say is that we’re not too dissimilar from each other. I’m not some idyllic tourist with stars in her eyes. I’m just a fellow scavenger with a goal, a gun, and a drink in my hand. As far as I’m concerned, where we come from or why we’re here doesn’t matter. So long as we can trust each other, what we do now will define us.”
With that Moji stood up, taking a much longer drink of her moonshine and let out an exasperated sigh, she grabbed her tools from the ground and packed them away before finally turning to Green with a big smile, “Either way, it was nice sharing stories, let's find Markus and see if we can loosen him up too!”
