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But, I would ask that anyone else wishing to add to this stick to the conditions mentioned above so that it doesn't become embroiled in other stories' events more than necessary. Most of the lights didn't work and nobody intended to repair them because the ship's A. There are now windows and the monitors are all blank. She knows her way from point A to point B, the places she needed to be. Then again nobody would attack it now, there's nothing left. Only when they are half way towards The Hopeless does Clear become aware of a speck on the bug's radar. As she does so she reads increased speed from the craft following her. Poor Green would probably be crying in the living room by herself. She is aware that Kwanza didn't wish to blow her ship to bits. Even her bug could detect that The Hopeful is readying its jump drives, the masking technology of the ship being long since defunct. When he confirms that the projector is back up and running he dons his helmet again, as does the woman. Clear feels the woman has a strange kind of masculine quality to certain features that only serves up the more fanciful female beauty of her face. I suppose they'll be the death of us all if we don't eradicate them first! There's no Note to repair the ship, even if she could find materials. And then I'll want to check your reproductive organs..." Clear: "What!? " Thrain: "-- but they're not detailed enough by themselves without a camera on the inside. Salvaging lots of things meant she often took things apart - and that meant she can put things together again. She went on a field trip to Hebedee's old workshop and found lots of parts she could use to recreate the robot. She had taken the software chip out and destroyed it after Note has possessed it. She has no idea what personality is actually on this chip but she figures it can't be any worse than Note or Wai being in the ship's system should it switch places with Wai again. Those nasty imperial guys are hacking into the system. Clear expects lightning to burst forth and for drama to ensue. But then she sees a reflection in the tank's glass coming up behind her. " Pully: "She's become a bit obsessed with you, Sir. Something about being 'taken seriously by the academia'. It's meant to stop accidental hyperspace jumps during the testing phase of new ships, but it also ends up catching us random ships on their way by. The ship is too large, however, for her to know intimately. Maybe other salvagers trying to keep their own wreck in one piece, but otherwise the only battles this ship would have have have already happened. The bug cruises out of the hangar's atmospheric shield and comes in a lazy arc out and away from the ship until its finally free of the ship's shields and is able to twist and turn in the vacuum of space as much as the bug liked to. She adjusts scanning equipment and information splashes onto her cockpit screen. She reads the description read-out of the ship and realises it's much better equipped than her little bug could ever dream to be. The emergency red lighting should have turned on but the bulbs needed to be replaced. The bug flies into the hangar bay, a little too quickly. Lead Soldier: "Alright you, come with us and we'll get you a nice warm cell to sit in." Clear is ushered down the corridor until they're outside. Possibly even he'd expect the return of his affections, as though they are for sale. As Clear watches she noticed that Pully is now able to wiggle her fingers. " Strang picks up her chart and reads though it without asking for permission. Clear: "The Hopeful is probably not much of a battleship... There were other sub-species on Mars." Thrain: "Were? So I'll have to slide a camera into your --" Clear: "NO! The end result is a little macabre looking but she figures it will do until Wai can get somewhere else for decent repairs. Clear: "Wait, I've connected your body so you can come back to it whenever you're ready." Wai: "You're quite persistent, you know that? Even from the Command Centre they'll eventually track me down. Instead there's just silence and then the robot hiccoughs. I nailed it on." Wai: "I can probably make my own repairs from here on out." Clear: "Probably a good idea." Wai: "How to escape is the real question." Clear: "That might take some time. She turns quickly to see Thrain coming at her with a needle raised. She then begged me to let her poke around your girl parts." Clear: "And you stopped her, right!? But now I know you're really, really red." Clear: "ACK! Kind of hard getting your pants over it." Clear: "Pully!! " Clear: "I'm going to die of embarrassment..." Pully: "Well, now I know why Strang was so interested in you. " On Clear's left side is a strange, hovering casket. I've never seen anything so small burst out of warp before. Get used to it." Note: "You are unable to become Captain while the current Captain yet lives." Clear: "Captain's dead, Note." Note: "The Captain is not dead, Crewman." Clear: "How many times are we going to have this argument? Today, however, her hangover wouldn't tolerate Note's deep-toned voice for long. She can see her sack of goodies still sitting on the floor. Crewman, please prepare for mission." Clear groans and sits up. She swipes a holographic display and the massive monitor above her flashes on with information about the planets outside. And there ain't nothin' we can go salvagin' out there. Mus' be a reason." Clear hops off the seat and starts for the door of the command room. " Hebedee, already headed for the opposite exit, shakes his head. The command room is also one of the few rooms that could be brightly lit as one single, massive circular light existed on the ceiling. She guides the girl down a series of stairs until they are finally back to the docking bay for small craft. The Bug is sitting pretty, or ugly as the case is, but with two more humans outside it. She had no idea who it belonged to in the past but it was hers now. well as a bug, but she anticipates that she'll be freezing her **** off when she gets outside. Usually she wouldn't have the power supply for such a thing but now the Bug is overcharged. How it works, Clear couldn't fathom, but it seemed to catch and hold ships in distant orbit from the planet. Looking at the state of the weather outside, Clear thinks up a scenario involving a crashed projector that must have fallen from orbit onto the planet. She walks down the passage to a set of doors at the far end. It extends out into the solar system, where The Hopeless would be hanging in space like a dead weight. It takes some time but she eventually finds the power button. The final soldier to enter the room is wearing a cloak emblazoned with a bright red insignia that would probably show up rather well against the white of the snow. He's a white-skinned human with a shaggy mat of blonde hair and the makings of a short beard. It took a while before Pully was also brought into the medical bay. had quite a few bytes loose." Clear: "Oh, very funny. I have no idea how something like that could have happened but it definitely startled most of the technicians when this screen popped up with a naked man gyrating against a pole." Clear: "Horrifying." Pully: "They wiped it clean and so now the ship has no A. However because the damage is not localised to any single location, she must perform each procedure separately. I told him to get himself a pot of oil to carry around with him." Clear rubs her temples. She wants to go to her bed, curl up and have complete silence drown out the strange world she's been forced into. She looks at the panel on the casket and reads the word aloud. Algernon was a planet not far from here." Clear: "Was? All that's there now is an asteroid field, made up of rocks that used to be the planet." Clear: "What blew it up? Some think it's a super weapon of the Empire, but I doubt that. More importantly, are we going to open that hover bed thing? Pully: "We are in deep trouble now..." Clear: "What? " Pully: "That's Princess Aurora Briarose of Algernon. Good luck, Crewman." Clear: "I'm the Captain, Note. Sometimes she liked to argue with Note, it brought a bright moment in an otherwise dull day. We don't need to find the Earth." Note: "Coordinates lost. Prepare for mission." Clear: "It's like talking to a brick wall..." Clear is hunched over a console and presses a few buttons. Salvage mission required." Clear: "He's like a broken record player." Heb: "I hear ya. The little pixie girl we took aboard a short while back? One of the few rooms without blood stains everywhere, the room sports a classy semi-circular pad for the commander to stand upon and look important, while just below that pad are the consoles where the grunts would have been hard at work. I., so it could conceivably last as long as it has salvage with which to work. Clear is more than a little afraid of Green and her strange powers, but she sense that the girl is more than a little innocent and probably nave enough to remain harmless. She hasn't opened it yet but Note is performing scans on it. Clear had had to search the ship for warmer clothes and eventually came across a long, white furry coat. She listens to music that pumps out of a small speaker in the dashboard. She's trying to think of a way to stop Note and his constant, pointless jump-searches. Note had discovered the origin of the anti-warp generator. The cold air wooshes into the Bug and Clear instantly feels the chill. There are lights on, dull white lights that just about illuminate her surroundings. There's a display showing the projection of the anti-warp well surrounding the planet. She starts pressing buttons until she figures out how to open menus and sort through directives. Around their armour is a thick cloak designed to keep the cold from seeping into the cracks of the armour. He remains oblivious to everything and she envies him for that. After he is brought from the brink of death they would take him back to The Excellence and shove him in a tank of the liquid ooze. Thrain resolved to perform a series of operations in which she would fill in the damaged area of bone with plastic, thus taking care of those sharp areas. He just spent an hour complaining how his joints creak when he walks. Thrain: "I have never apologised before..." Clear frowns and waits. But one of them does recognise the importance of the woman...
While humour is possible, it isn't the focus of this story. " Clear: "I hope you didn't use too much, Heb." Heb: "I know what I'm doin', darlin'. Old Heb's got you covered." Clear passes Icer's room and glances in. The small craft has enough room for roughly eight people, though she is sure she could squeeze more in. They glow faintly pink, the idea being if she has to eject she would be more visible to anything able to see in space. A living Hell her father had described it when he watched a co-worker go through it. He always smells like oil and his command of the English language is either terrible or masterful - Clear could never tell which because it was just as incomprehensible in either case. The docking station detects their presence and the starting of their ship's engine. Clear: "My ship got trapped by the projector and I had to shut it down to free her." Lead Solider: "Where is your ship now? But there's a nagging sound that is pestering her to wakefulness. Her eyes are also dark blue but her lips also have the same lip sheen. Clear is grateful that the girl seems to spend so much time in sleep else the ordeal might be incredibly mind-numbing. Clear, worried that Green would be bored, pushed in an old Earth TV she had once got from the Saffron Five station on Mars. However there's only one DVD and that's "The Room" which Clear couldn't bare to watch the first two minutes of. ALEX is unloading the goods and would take them to wherever Note wanted them. I've been back up here five minutes and suddenly the ship's powering up! I actually had to break down a door on that ice planet to get into that tall building. just before it too is killed and falls flat on the ground. He barely seems aware of himself, but he is aware and sometimes would shout profanity at his captors. The other eight stormtroopers follow after them while Londris and Clear bring up the rear. Her arm is in a laser-field sling that keeps it held up in place. She slams the ship into full throttle and charges at the stairs. The nose of the ship hits Wai full on, along with the stairwell. I am your father." Clear coughs with shock and disbelief.