Gypsy in a Pod

006 Payment

[2/23/2012 11:50:30 PM] Ferro: The morning found Ferro in high spirits. He awoke after a few more hours of sleep, cheerful and hungry. He was not exactly comfortable in a kitchen, but he knew how to make breakfast at least. Eggs and sausage, not bacon he always burned it, with some toast would be good enough. He made enough for two people even, just in case.
[2/23/2012 11:59:18 PM] Joka: Joka didn’t wake up where she expected to. …No, no she knew she’d end up waking up in Ferro’s bed at one point or another, but she usually -remembered- how she ended up there in the first place. As she ran her fingers through her hair, she huffed. …It didn’t look like she had any real fun either. That was too bad. There was a vague memory of a very nice ass. So up Joka got, not bothered to get dressed as she weary stalked off to find herself some caffiene. “Something smells too good in here..”
[2/24/2012 12:02:03 AM] Ferro: “Good morning Joka,” Ferro said with a smile. “Breakfast is almost ready,” he then handed her a cup of coffee. The man was positively jolly. Sure she’d seen a smile from him from time to time, but he’d never been quite this happy before. “Did you sleep good?”
[2/24/2012 12:05:20 AM] Joka: “I have a vague headache, but I’ll survive…” HE was pleasant this morning. Didn’t she spend part of her evening screaming at him? Joka recalled being annoyed… Leaning against a counter, she sipped from the mug. Narrowing her eyes as she watched him move about the kitchenette. “You seem to have slept well..”
[2/24/2012 12:09:39 AM] Ferro: “I did. I really, well, I appreat what you did for me,” he only looked slightly uncertain when he said that, as though h wasn’t sure how to say it, not if he should. “hopefully some food and maybe some water will help with your headache. It wasn’t a masterpiece of a display, but he dished up two plates of food. “I hope you enjoy.”
[2/24/2012 12:12:13 AM] Joka: Joka was pretty damn sure she didn’t have sex. So the things she was imagining she could do for him in the middle of the night when drunk, and probably throwing herself at him like a free whore… they weren’t pretty! Joka took the plate, looking a bite coy as she silently had a few bites. “It was a… pleasure! I guess. I mean. Obviously it was for you…!” Well. If anything, at least she knew she did it well.
[2/24/2012 12:17:17 AM] Ferro: Ferro chuckled as he sat himself down, “Don’t make it sound like it was a duty or something Joka, I might start having doubts.” He was kidding of course, after all it wasn’t like a stranger would have done what she had. “I, well we still don’t know each other well, but after last night, I don’t want that to be the case!”
[2/24/2012 12:20:55 AM] Joka: Now Joka was really -trying- to remember. It must have been pretty damn amazing to have such an impact. If anything, it’d be easier to be impressed with herself if she had an idea. She ate again, keeping a nice comfortably safe distance. Clearly she couldn’t drink and have crew on board, this happened way too often. “Don’t get any ideas about us gettin’ married or anything like that, anyway.” …unless they -were- married now. Did it happen that easy?
[2/24/2012 12:28:09 AM] Ferro: Ferro down right laughed at that. “Is that how it works in your culture? I could have expected that from my dear cousin Olivia!” Ferro smirked as he looked at her, she was teasing him, that had to be it. He still hadn’t figured out her personality yet, but it was really the only thing that made sense.
[2/24/2012 12:31:49 AM] Joka: At that, Joka cast a wide foxy grin. She didn’t have a damn clue what he was talking about, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t play it up until she figured it out. “Oh yeah. Had I any family, they’d have a gun to your back and demanding a wedding the minute we walked off this ship.”
[2/24/2012 12:35:07 AM] Ferro: “Overly prudish! It’s a wonder you all haven’t just killed each other in emotional unstable frustration.” Ferro took a few bites of food, then looked back at Joka. She was a good woman! He counted himself lucky that it was her that opened his status pod. Se might hide all that kindness under a gruff exterior, but now at least he knew he could rely on her.
[2/24/2012 12:44:47 AM] Joka: A grim, but unoffended look acrossed her face. “Weeell, they kinda did. But not so much related to nights of perceived hot sexin’…” Hmm. Joka was sure she mentioned something along the lines of family last night. In fact she remembered calling him an unobservant asshole, or something along those lines. Everything past that was still incredibly fuzzy. …Man, that ass…!
[2/24/2012 12:47:03 AM] Ferro: Ferro paused in mid bite and looked at her in complete bafflement. He had been so sure she had been joking, but until now. He put his fork down slowly, having forgotten to take the morsel into his mouth and stared at her for a long moment. “Pardon?”
[2/24/2012 12:51:49 AM] Joka: “Hmm?” He looked confused. She DID tell all the details about her family, right? Or did she get last night all wrong! Crap. If he hadn’t looked so pleased, and her not wanting to ruin that mood, she would have just -asked- what happened. …Sorry! Guess I got lost in serious face for a second there. Don’t mind me. Tell me more about how amazing I am!”
[2/24/2012 1:09:27 AM] Ferro: Ferro leaned back in his chair, still puzzled. Joka wasn’t making any sense at all now. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked a bit concerned. He knew there some exotic diseases out there that could rot a man’s brain, but usually they had other, more extreme symptoms.
[2/24/2012 1:13:16 AM] Joka: God damnit, she was totally blowing her subtle play-off. Turning away, she made busy with cleaning up dishes and drinking the rest of her coffee. “I -did- mentioned a sliiight headache, right? I’m beduddled this morn’. Nothing to get upset abou- AH HA!” Upset…! He was upset last night! Something about being alone and.. something something… She -almost- had it! Joka coughed. “I better put on some clothes.”
[2/24/2012 1:21:07 AM] Ferro: “Right,” he nodded, seeming much more detached from the conversation now. He then stood. “I’m going to start working on the redundancy circuits. I’m sorry you didn’t sleep well.” He started digging through his pockets as he walked out of the kitchen.
[2/24/2012 1:27:42 AM] Joka: “Uuugh… stupid, joka, stupid..!” She went and curbed the man’s peppy mood. And he was so damn foxy when he was all smilie and cheerful. Hrmph. Well, she’d figure out what great thing she did later, and do it again. …Maybe. Joka let him escape so she could run off and throw some clothes on. Muttering all the way about laying off the strong booze!
[2/24/2012 1:28:43 AM] Ferro: (time for party poopers?)
[2/24/2012 1:28:53 AM] Joka: (Yes’m!)
[2/24/2012 1:32:00 AM] Ferro: “this is the Delintra, prepared to be boarded.” A day later Ferro was still showing a lack of emotion and Joka had yet to trick him into reveling just what she’d done to put him in a good mood before, though she really needed to do whatever it was again because he was all but brooding! Unfortunately someone was riding her ships tail and damn if she didn’t recognize that voice too!
[2/24/2012 1:36:27 AM] Joka: “Daaamnit. Just what I need.” Joka muttered, sitting in her chair with her legs hanging off the side. With Ferro being so broody, it was making -her- broody. She was about three scowls away from giving him a hug just to wipe that look off his face. Before she could even give that sudden thought some extra consideration, she could already hear the crunch of metal as the ships linked up. Of all the unwanted guests, it had to be THIS one! She almost wanted pirates! “Ferro…! Got a houseguest!”
[2/24/2012 1:40:34 AM] Ferro: Ferro heard the scraping metal just before he heard Joka’s voice. If they made it through this encounter, whatever it was he was going to find out if she had a small firearm he could have. If it was to use it others, her, or himself would depend!

In his shiny long red coat Alexander Damin strolled aboard the ship with a grin, and a pistol, just in case Joka was less then happy to see him. “Ahoy Captain!”
[2/24/2012 1:43:04 AM] Joka: Joka was definitely less than happy, but she wasn’t pulling a gun on him. It’s not like she HATED him, she just… didn’t -like- him. She looked pretty unimpressed as she stopped in the hall with her arms crossed and leaned against the wall. “Look what the rats spit out. Did you -want- something Damin, cause I’m on a job here…”
[2/24/2012 1:46:05 AM] Ferro: “I hadn’t seen you since Calis Orbit!” He grinned and put his pistol away. “I thought we’d drink, bullshit each other and….” he paused when he noticed someone else come into the hall behind Joka. Someone broad shouldered and frowning. “Aaaaaah, your new first mates? Not your usual style is he?”
[2/24/2012 1:48:55 AM] Joka: “You mean blond and stupid?” she asked, still not so amused. This was exactly why she wasn’t supposed to sleep with crew mates. They always got so damned cocky and thought they could show up whenever they pleased. She was not some flyby booty call. …Usually. “Ferro, meet Alexander Damin. He worked for me once. I can’t remember why, though… He was pretty useless.”
[2/24/2012 1:56:06 AM] Ferro: “Pleased to meet you,” Alexander smiled, but it was like a snake doing so, even as he offered his hand.

Ferro did not give his hand in return, instead crossing his arms over his bare chest. He’d seemed to taken his shirt off at some point while working, but he had his vest on not surprisingly. “I’m sure.” He then looked at Joka with some mild annoyance. “How long is this delay going to be?”
[2/24/2012 2:01:30 AM] Joka: “I dunno Ferro. How about we ask the delay?” she responded. She didn’t want to out right throw Alexander off… after all, good networking meant better sales. But boy… she didn’t exactly want to spend a lot of time with him either. And Ferro standing behind her felt like she had some sort of tense bear looming around. Was he still that broody? “For serious, Damin. You’re kinda… all in my groove here. Down the hall, we’ll have -a- drink!”
[2/24/2012 2:06:10 AM] Ferro: “A drink, that’s what I’m talking about!” Alexander grinned. “Will your boy sing for us? I hear they all like to sing while drinking.”

Ferro HAD intended to go back to work while Joka played with this peacock of a man, but he just had to try to be belittling, or something, in Ferro’s regard. He ignored the cultural comment. “Funny, except for my Grammy, no one has called me boy in ten years?”
[2/24/2012 2:19:10 AM] Joka: Wow… there was one of those reasons she fired the guy. He really had no idea how to talk to people without pissing them off! “ANYway…” Joka grabbed Alexander by his stupidly shiny jacket and spun him around to start shoving him down the hall. “Ferro can join us if he wants. He can keep the liquor away from me!”
[2/24/2012 2:24:18 AM] Ferro: “There wasn’t a bottle that you didn’t like Joka. Don’t pretend otherwise,” Alexander allowed Joka to push him down the hall. If she was really good he’d let her do other things to him later.

Ferro indeed came along, silently, and he would keep Joka sober. Only so that he knew there wouldn’t be any midnight repair sessions again. Fervor felt just a touch sad as he thought about that, but then the obnoxious jerks laughter at one of his own jokes brought him back to reality.
[2/24/2012 2:29:53 AM] Joka: Joka plopped in to a chair, after dropping a bottle in front of Alexander and a couple of classes. One for Ferro too. She was rather glad he did decide to lurk there in the kitchen, even if he -was- looking a bit miserable about it. She ended up watching him a lot more than paying attention to watch Alexander was doing. “As you can see I’m good and busy. The ship is coming along well enough. Should have her sold by the end of the month. …. I can see your shitty taste hasn’t changed any..” she swatted a hand at his stupid jacket.
[2/24/2012 2:33:18 AM] Ferro: “That’s how she always is, trying to get her shipmates taking off their cloths. Be carful, or she’ll have you half naked in no time. Granted you are! Do the women walk around like that too?” Alexander poured himself a drink, all smiles.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me what women you’re referring to,” Ferro made a decision he simply did not like this man. Joka had horrible taste in people she associated with!
[2/24/2012 2:37:34 AM] Joka: That’s all she needed, her sex life tramatizing Ferro before she even had a chance to hit on him while sober, yet. Yep, she was definitely going to stick to her new rule of not sleeping with crewbies. Joka just poured a couple of shots. “Aside from being a total douchebag to my new mechanic, anything -interesting- you’re up to, Damin? Cause unless you wanna fight me for Ferro, I’m not puttin’ out.” Wait, did she phrase that right? Probably not.
[2/24/2012 2:42:48 AM] Ferro: “Business before pleasure for a change Joka? Okay so I’m having a sliiiiiight problem getting in on Old Elmor’s good gracious. He always gave you goo deals, and hints on how to score good customers in the past….” Alexander blinked, he was trying to our Joka another drink but the bottle was lifted right out of his hand.

Ferro figured Joka just downed her quota quite quickly, and he didn’t feel like this guy deserved any of Joka’s booze so he took the bottle and took a swig, then put it between his folded arm and his chest. He’d like to try to see this guy pass one over on Joka while she was sober.
[2/24/2012 2:47:48 AM] Joka: Ferro was making her smirk. So much so that she was still smirking while dealing with Alexander. She leaned back in her chair, sipping on her drink since it was clear she wasn’t getting any more. It figured that Alexander wanted a favor… but the shit sure didn’t deserve one! “Uh huh… And what makes you think I am going to give you -any- sort of good reccomendation after you screwed me over last time? Ran off with my entire box of capacitors and leaving me stranded with a hotel bill?”
[2/24/2012 2:53:19 AM] Ferro: “It was just a lark Joka! I figured you’d be laughing about the whole thing by now!” Alexander looked a bit nervous now. He looked at her, then at Ferro, eeeeeh on second thought he wasn’t going to look at Ferro any more! It wasn’t that he looked like a jealous lover, but Alexander wasn’t sure what else to call it. He wasn’t too aware of friendship, loyalty, honor and respect…. Jealouse lover! “Look I’ll mAke it up to you. Why don’t we have your scarf loving mechanic get back to what he’d rather be doing, and we’ll…..”

The loud thud was the sound of Ferro’s boots hitting the table as he proped them there, looking like he was getting very comfortable in his chair with his bottle.
[2/24/2012 2:57:38 AM] Joka: “We’ll…? Have a threesome? Y’know… I’ve always kinda liked the idea of a threesome…” Joka really didn’t. But seeing Alexander so uncomfortable was hilarious. She never seemed to envoke that sort of emotion from him even when she got pissed off enough to shoot at him. Everything SHE said was a joke. …Ohoho, she was sure having a lark now! “Y’know what I like about Ferro? He doesn’t bullshit. That gets me all warm and fuzzy. You should try it! Tell Ferro about what you need, and maybe the three of us will have a real nice time here…”
[2/24/2012 3:10:32 AM] Ferro: Alexander frowned, he thought getting what he wanted out of Joka was going to be easy, even kinda fun! But instead she had this…. Mechanic! “You know it’s no wonder the army wants all of you!” Alexander stood up with a frown. “Joka, when you’re serious about doing business again, look me up.” He glanced at Ferro, but the gypsy’s expression hadn’t changed. It was unnerving! “I’ve got another meeting to attend to. I just wanted to catch up.”
[2/24/2012 3:15:55 AM] Joka: Joka gave him a salute. “Don’t let the hatch hit ya on the way out, Damin. Maybe next time!” She waited until he stomped is way out. She could hear his foot steps going down the hall. Talk about a serious cockblock. Joka rest her elbow on the table, leaning towards Ferro with a wide grin. “That was interesting. Don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy so scared his balls shrivled up, before.”
[2/24/2012 3:18:29 AM] Ferro: “You have very strange friends,” Ferro told her taking a swig from the bottle then putting his feet down so he could reach over for the cap. “I don’t think I want to meet any more of them.” It was hard to tell what Ferro was thinking since he was still in stoic mode.
[2/24/2012 3:25:24 AM] Joka: Joka pushed her chair away from the table, stood and stole his bottle. She stole a swing before she set it back down. Then plopped on his lap. “I’m thinkin’ I like having you around!” Here she was amused as hell, and he still looked as sour as ever. That dick really must have hit Ferro’s buttons. Sighing out loud with exasperation, she leaned forward to swing her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “Jeezus, Ferro! The guy is an asshole. You don’t have to be upset. You’re on my crew now and I’m not gonna do anything that’s gonna fuck it all up, okay?”
[2/24/2012 3:31:51 AM] Ferro: Ferro smiled and the muscles that had been tensed up relaxed. It was amazing what a bit of physical contact could do, had done. “Thanks, I guess I needed that again.” He hugged her back. She was a very contrary woman, but adorable, and he really rather get more hugs from her anyways. “Still, maybe it’s something that is common knowledge to all you outsiders. I never considered that before….”
[2/24/2012 3:36:59 AM] Joka: Again? Again… Aaaah! She -hugged- him! …How the hell would that make a guy so happy? If that was all he needed, she could dish those out like candy! She could pay him in hugs! Hrmph. Having his arms around her wasn’t so bad either. Pretty comfortable. She’d just take advantage of his mood and stay there a moment. “I dunno if and/or what is common knowledge or not… But my crew is serious business. No take backs. Er… I might not exactly have the best track record for people… but I’mma trust you, and you are gonna have to trust me.”
[2/24/2012 3:43:11 AM] Ferro: Ferro did not seem interested in dislodging her from his lap but he did losen his own hug so that he could actually look at her. He had a serious expression, but it wasn’t that mask he seemed to like to wear. This instead was concern and worry and all sorts of unpleasantness for him. “What do you know about your government, their armies interest in my my people? What is their fascination with who you’d call gypsies?” Ferro wasn’t sure he’d ever used the word before. It was doubtful since that’s not how he identified himself, but others did, and maybe he had presumed that Joka had known more then she did, or known less, he wasn’t sure, but it was time to ask.
[2/24/2012 3:49:02 AM] Joka: “Gypsies? Like the Roma?” Not the sort of questions she expected, not that she was unaware he was gypsy. Anybody with common sense could figure it out just by watching him a few minutes. “Eh… I might be the wrong person to ask about that kind of stuff. I’m usually busy trying to cover my own ass. Don’t exactly have a lot of time for galactic events.” She vaguely recalled a lot of protests on the inner planets, but that coulda been about anything from human rights to taxes.
[2/24/2012 3:52:49 AM] Ferro: Ferro shrugged, “It was worth asking since your ex-peacock felt the need to bring it up.” He closed his eyes for a moment, the constant mental questioning and uncertainty was exhausting. He wasn’t any closer to figuring out the why of the events in his life, let alone the chronological issues nor just how to get back to his people. He opened his eyes and gave her a weak grin. “Anyways…”
[2/24/2012 4:00:34 AM] Joka: Joka moved her arms so she could pinch his cheeks. “Don’t you worry about that half-cocked dickbrain! Most of the stuff he spews is total shit.” She pulled his cheeks up in to that smile again. Better! Foxy, foxy. Joka had that sly grin again. “Now that you aren’t stalking around here being broody, you can get back to work and I can finish up the flight deck. We hit planetside tonight.”
[2/24/2012 4:06:45 AM] Ferro: “Alright, alright,” he said in mock annoyance as he moved her hands away from his face. They were much smaller then his he noted to himself, not for the first time. “Maybe we can get a better meal on this one.”

Gypsy in a Pod

005 Space Thugs and Booze Jugs

(12:31:30 AM) Diana: With her ship airborn and back in space, Joka was in the control room making a note of which lights and wiring she needed to have replaced to get everything lit up and working the way it was supposed to. Half of the switches didn’t even -do- anything and the rest sure didn’t do what they were expected. At least she had the next three days of travel time to work out some sort of system plan before they hit the next planet. Her new crewmate was interesting company… he seemed to dive head first in to work, which was leaving her with painfully little to do herself. At first she was grateful, but now she was getting a bit antsy.
(12:35:07 AM) Ocha: Ferro, fed and as relaxed as he could be in such a strange situation went head first into his work. He wasn’t even aware that Joka might have been interested in doing some of the work herself. Instead he pretty much gathered up all the useful tools and dragged them to the most vital spot. Oh he was going to fix things and then when that was done he was going to improve them. All while singing to himself.
(12:42:29 AM) Diana: Joka had herself a good list going when the engines light suddenly started blipping. It was odd, considering the engine was still running and they weren’t dead in space. She pressed a dozen buttons trying to get the damn thing to go off until she finally realized that it was some sort of “nearby object” sensor. By the time she had those wires switched out so it connected to the appropriate screen, Joka found herself staring at the big open mouth of a much larger ship swallowing them up out of space. Several moments too late, the alarms in her ship went off. “…Uh, Ferro…! We have a problem!”
(12:46:12 AM) Ocha: “What? It’s not the oxygen relay is it?” He was going to replace some of the coils, but was sure that they would last for months yet. It was the only thing he could think of that was a true problem, everything else was easily workable. Well unless the was a cascade collapse of the engines. That would be a big problem. Which got him to realize the engines didn’t sound correct now!
(12:51:39 AM) Diana: Before she could respond, Joka was quickly trying to shut down the ship and land it. There was no way she could turn them around and fly them out before the larger ships’ hatch closed. They were just going to have to hope they weren’t being picked up by the worst in space. The ship landed rough, enough to jostle the entire frame. Joka went running out of the control room to retrieve her gun belt. “We’ve been swallowed up by a larger vessel! They didn’t hail first, so I’m figuring this isn’t going to be a polite visit!”
(12:57:18 AM) Ocha: Ferro cursed under his breath and grabbed his vest and the largest, heaviest hand tool near him. “Any ideas on what to do?” He pulled his vest on as he followed her.
(1:02:42 AM) Diana: “Hope they don’t shoot us first?” Joka knew all about ‘swallowing’, but it was the first time she ever had the first hand experience. Most of the time people didn’t have the best of endings to their stories. Someone usually ended up spaced, and it was too late for them to hop in a lifepod! They didn’t have long to wait and find out. The main door to their ship was forced open and the two were met with pretty large guns to the face by some grusome looking aliens. They had no language translation, so all that came out was their garbled speech and their motioning for the two to drop their weapons. The consequences were pretty obvious.
(1:05:34 AM) Ocha: Ferro dropped the tool, frowning ferociously. Didn’t he just escape something like this just the other day, well day for him, why did the universe keep trying to tie him down! They needed to escape, but with those nasty weapons pointed right at them he wasn’t sure how at the moment.
(1:17:22 AM) Diana: Joka wasn’t so quick to drop her weapon. She almost looked ready to go ahead and fight it out right there. Do or die. In fact, the only reason she didn’t was because he was standing right next to her. Joka was careless with her own life, but not someone elses’. She dropped her gun, which was the cue for those aliens to seize them up quick. They found themselves escort out of their ship and in to the large vessel. It was big enough to swallow -many- ships. In fact, there was a couple derelict ones already scavaneged, lying in scraps in the main bay. Soon they turned down a hall and was shoved in to a small holding room. There was nothing in it, not even a chair to sit in or chains on the walls. It didn’t smell or look used, so it must have been a temporary holding room.
(1:18:25 AM) Ocha: (resend)
(1:18:35 AM) Diana: Joka wasn’t so quick to drop her weapon. She almost looked ready to go ahead and fight it out right there. Do or die. In fact, the only reason she didn’t was because he was standing right next to her. Joka was careless with her own life, but not someone elses’. She dropped her gun, which was the cue for those aliens to seize them up quick. They found themselves escort out of their ship and in to the large vessel. It was big enough to swallow -many- ships. In fact, there was a couple derelict ones already scavaneged, lying in scraps in the main bay. Soon they turned down a hall and was shoved in to a small holding room. There was nothing in it, not even a chair to sit in or chains on the walls. It didn’t smell or look used, so it must have been a temporary holding room.
(1:19:26 AM) Ocha: (rage!)
(1:20:46 AM) Diana: Joka wasn’t so quick to drop her weapon. She almost looked ready to go ahead and fight it out right there. Do or die. In fact, the only reason she didn’t was because he was standing right next to her. Joka was careless with her own life, but not someone elses’. She dropped her gun, which was the cue for those aliens to seize them up quick. They found themselves escort out of their ship and in to the large vessel.
(1:20:48 AM) Diana: It was big enough to swallow -many- ships. In fact, there was a couple derelict ones already scavaneged, lying in scraps in the main bay. Soon they turned down a hall and was shoved in to a small holding room. There was nothing in it, not even a chair to sit in or chains on the walls. It didn’t smell or look used, so it must have been a temporary holding room.
(1:23:11 AM) Ocha: “Wow did you see those ships!” Ferro had been momentarily distracted but one look at Joka brought him back to reality. “Um, so step one escape. Right?”
(1:26:52 AM) Diana: Joka had her hands on her head, having glanced around the small room with no immediately escape present. She’d never admit it, but small inescapable places like that really freaked her out. In fact, had she not needed to keep up appearances she would have been screaming her head off. “They’re gonna have to open that door again soon. Maybe we can rush them.”
(1:29:28 AM) Ocha: “Why don’t we just open the door ourselves?” Ferro put a hand into one of his inner pockets of his vest and pulled out a small tool. “Listen at the door in case someone is walking by.” He walked to a small monitor by the door and yanked it out and looked at the wiring behind it.
(1:37:23 AM) Diana: “Seriously?” Joka watched him in curiosity. Instead of grabbing a decent weapon, he had his vest… which apparently had his tools hidden away in it. Now that she considered it, what better weapon for when shit got really bad, than a tool kit to help you get out of tiny little spaces? Joka moved to the door, laying her ear against it to listen. So far, no footsteps or sounds outside the natural echoes of the ship.
(1:41:14 AM) Ocha: “There,” and a moment later the door slid quietly open. “We need to get to a control panel or something to get a delayed opening of that huge hatch. Unless you want to attempt to remotely hack their system?” Ferro was already looking around and sneaking out. He really wined they had something invade they encountered more gun toting aliens.
(1:51:17 AM) Diana: “Hacking a live system isn’t on my skill list.” The hall was empty so far, but Joka knew it was only a matter of time before they came across someone. She pointed down the corridor towards the way they came in at and started walking. She really wished she had a gun on her…!
(1:55:10 AM) Ocha: “Alright then back to my first suggestion, we’re going to have to have a timed opening. I just wish I knew a way to keep them from fo-” Ferro wish he could say he was super observent, but he’d just lucked out looking to his left when the door started to open. He hit the panel to the door they were walking by and pretty much tackle rolled Joka into the room before whoever it we came into the hall, and hit the closing panel while the door was still half opened.
(2:08:52 AM) Ocha: (did I lose you?)
(2:10:09 AM) Diana: That was the moment Joka would have loved to crack a joke about his arms being around her. They were actually quite nice and she could feel that muscle definition few men seemed to have. Instead she had to keep her mouth shut, waiting for those footsteps to pass them down the hall and hoping they hadn’t been spotted. …he smelled a little bit like spice and grease. That was a nice mix.
(2:10:15 AM) Diana: (just a lil tired and slow!)
(2:16:33 AM) Ocha: After several long moments he whispered in her ear. “I think they’re gone.” Wether it was a protective act or he was really that absent minded, Ferro had one of his hands slightly on Joka’s waist as he peered out. They’re were safe for a bit longer. “I really need to hurry off this ship before we’re caught.”
(2:21:07 AM) Diana: Joka was grinning like a fool, then. The wisecracks she could make were numerous, and it quickly erased any unease she had been feeling about the situation. It was high time they got out of that business so she could give him a hard time. With no one in the hallway, Joka took the lead with gusto. “There’s usually a hatch panel somewhere in the back of the bay, I didn’t have a chance to see if it was on the floor or up higher.” She paused when they reached the bay doors. Unfortunetely the place wasn’t empty. There were a couple of the aliens out there getting ready to scrap their ship apart. “…gotta do something about them to.” she whispered to Ferro.
(2:25:19 AM) Ocha: Ferro looked out and frowned. They needed to take out the two mechanics, now, without any weapons. Fortunately the dismantling of the other ships left plenty of tools at their disposable. “Think you can get over there without being scene?” He only had half a plan, but it was something at least.
(2:29:18 AM) Diana: “Try not to die.” she replied. Joka waited until the aliens out there weren’t looking in their direction. Then she took off running for the back of the bay. It was lucky that there were so many scrap piles and crates laying around. It gave her plenty of cover to hide behind. Once she was near enough to the back she could see the hatch’s controls. It was in another room, shielding by a big glass wall with a single door. Taking a glance to see how Ferror was doing, she finally darted off for the door.
(2:34:47 AM) Ocha: This was perhaps the stupidest thing he had ever done. On the other hand he didn’t see many options. The flame retardant canister didn’t have a long range, and it was heavy, but the resulting foam was going to make walking, talking or anything else impossible. It would have been nice if he could have approached them without being scene, but instead he had to draw them to him. “You guys work too slow!” He called out. They surprise wasn’t easy to read on the alien faces, but their pause and chasing after him at least proved they were only half competent to dealing with ingenuity, so he knew they were really surprised when he pointed the hose at them. “Thanks!” and he shot the foam at the both of them.
(2:40:52 AM) Diana: Joka slid in to the glassed room and near ran in to the hatch panel. She laughed out loud, almost too loud when seeing Ferro’s plan across the bay. The aliens getting so covered in hardening foam that they could only tumble over stuck by their own weight. She focused on her own task, though. The alien panel was in a language she couldn’t understand, but luckily most technology tended to work in similar ways. She keyed in a decent delay. Something to give them enough enough to get her ship started and moving and ready to go the moment there was enough space. Then she was dashing out to meet Ferror with only a lingering glance at the fallen aliens. “They aren’t ever going to live that down!”
(2:41:56 AM) Ocha: (oh come on you piece of crap! *sigh* resend)
(2:42:57 AM) Diana: Joka slid in to the glassed room and near ran in to the hatch panel. She laughed out loud, almost too loud when seeing Ferro’s plan across the bay. The aliens getting so covered in hardening foam that they could only tumble over stuck by their own weight. She focused on her own task, though. The alien panel was in a language she couldn’t understand, but luckily most technology tended to work in similar ways. She keyed in a decent delay. Something to give them enough enough to get her ship started and moving and ready to go the moment there was enough space. Then she was dashing out to meet Ferror with only a lingering glance at the fallen aliens. “They aren’t ever going to live that down!”
(2:46:06 AM) Ocha: “I highly doubt it,” Ferro agreed with a grin as they ran up to the ship and got in. “I’ll secure the entrance and make sure it’s pressurized.” The last thing they needed was to get out into space with a leak. He would think about how lucky they were later.
(2:47:51 AM) Diana: Luck, they definitely had luck on their side today! But Joka wasn’t going to count their blessings until they were good and gone. She just prayed the ship had enough oomph in it to blast away from the Swallower before they realized their latest catch was gone and tried to give chase. She dropped in to the captain’s chair and fired up her engines. The hatch was going to open in less than a minute!
(2:50:46 AM) Ocha: Door was closed and secured. Ferro wanted to actually see themselves back in open space and made his way up front in time to see the hatch start to open from the view screen. He was surprised to find himself holding his breath.
(3:02:16 AM) Diana: Joka, waited, waited… then had the ship moving so fast, so instantly that it nearly sent Ferror stumbling backwards and Joka slamming against her own seat. She also jumped the gun a bit and scraped the hull of the ship as they squeezed their way out. “MY BAD!” She exclaimed, twisting the ship to make a sharp turn around the Swallower. Then she was punching the hyper drive!
(3:05:05 AM) Ocha: And there were stars and they were beautiful. Ferro allowed himself to stay against the wall that was holding him up until the hyperdrive was activated, then with a sigh of relief he stood upon his own two feet once more. “Let’s not have that happen again, shall we?”
(3:13:23 AM) Diana: “Agreed.” she chimed in. Man, that was too close. There was no way they could repeat that and only escape with scratches on the hull. Joka reset the coordinates real quick. Then she slid out of her chair with her hands on her head again. “…so I’m going to drink and pretend like all that shit didn’t just happen! I like gambling, but not like that…”
(3:15:25 AM) Ocha: Ferro had been ready to head back to his repair tasks, anything to keep himself busy and not thinking. However, “You wouldn’t want some company would you?”

(11:47:37 PM) Diana: There was a very large bottle of booze sitting on the table before her and a couple of shot glasses. She had six red dice that she scooped in to a little cup and shook up. Then it was slamming it down on the table. But she hadn’t taken a peek yet. “Alright then! Taking bets. Gimmie your bet and your numbers! I’ll take cash only, valuable items and clothes.”
(11:50:35 PM) Ocha: Ferro really hadn’t been ready for her wanting to start off with gambling. “I feel I’m at a slight disadvantage. This IS a friendly game, right?” It wasn’t like he had a lot on him worth a lot.
(11:54:29 PM) Diana: “I am not going to take everything you own and leave you walking around naked on my ship. …Though the idea IS pretty appealing.” Joka cast him a wicked grin. Allowing him to decide how he was going to bet, if anything, she pulled the cork on her bottle and pour the contents in to the two shit glasses. “Drink up, get your courage. No game was ever won by being chicken.”
(11:56:46 PM) Ocha: Taking one of the shot glasses Ferro gave her a small salute with the same hand before downing the shot. “Not bad, fine, let’s see what I’ve got.” Ferro dug around in his pockets for a bit, then pulled out a small spindle of metal wires.
(11:58:09 PM) Diana: Joka down her own shot. Pausing to fill the glasses up a second time. She raised an eyebrow at the spindle of metal wires. Tapping her fingers on the table. “..Okay, I’ll bite. What’s that stuff and why is it going to be valuable to me when I win it?”
(12:00:36 AM) Ocha: “Ah, it’s a bit dusty isn’t it.” Instead of just telling her he pulled out a thumbs length and polished it of. It caught the light and it glittered gold. “I sorta like it myself.” His eyes were slightly crinkled in a hidden smile.
(12:13:09 AM) Diana: “Shiny, then!” So, Joka was still not one hundred percent about the whole gold metal thread thing. But she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. His eyes looked mighty fine with that expression of his. Joka leaned forward on the table. “Okay then, place your bet. I’m betting there’s at least three 4s and wagering whatever change I can dig out of my pocket.”
(12:28:52 AM) Ocha: Ferro leaned back thoughtfully. “I’ll say, hmmm two pair. Duces and,” he strummed his fingers on the table for a moment. “And fives.”
(12:29:09 AM) Ocha: (shit forgot to press send!)
(12:29:17 AM) Diana: (That explains it!)
(12:30:43 AM) Diana: “All bets in! Shot for for luck.” Joka drank her second shot and slammed the glass down. She finally pulled the cup off the dice and took a look. Hers sure wasn’t right but his… “Huh. Lucky, lucky…”
(12:34:03 AM) Ocha: Ferro looked over at his shot. There were indeed two pairs, and one of them were twos, and there was even a five. The other pair was sixes though. “I get to keep my gold wiring, good. How much change did I pick up?” Figuring he might as well relax, Ferro put his vest on the back of his chair.
(12:40:19 AM) Diana: “Right, right.” Joka stood, digging in to her pockets. The things she pulled out were quite random. Screws, coins, paper, a crayon, what looked like a dead toy mouse, and some various other adds and ends. She had quite a few pockets. “Looks like you get…hmm… 65 orens!”
(12:43:36 AM) Ocha: “If I remember the conversation right… You’re putting down your bet first next time.” Ferro left the toy mouse but took the change. “Nother shot if you please?” He grabbed the dice and put them in the cup and started to rattle.
(12:53:50 AM) Diana: Joka poured a couple more shots and set the bottle aside. She dropped back in to her seat, resting her elbows on the table as she grinned wide at him. “Yeeeep. Three sixes, two fours, and one one.”
(12:55:31 AM) Ocha: He slammed the cup down hiding the dice. “Sound pretty confident about that. What are you willing to bet?” He took ahold of his shot but waited for her answer.
(1:14:44 AM) Diana: “uum, hmm.” Joka had to think about it. She sifted around in the contents of her now empty pockets lying on the table. Nothing of worth was standing out. “How about I just give you the shirt off my back”
(1:19:01 AM) Ocha: Ferro smirked. “Fine, I’ll match you mine. And I’ll say no matches.” There were worse things then losing his shirt, and if he won, well there were worse things. “Salute!” He took his shot and pulled the cup off the dice.
(1:30:43 AM) Diana: Down the shot went, and Joka was leaning forward expecting something a lot better than… well… losing her shirt! And she was -really- hoping to get her hand on him. …his. His shirt. “Bah! I’m starting to wonder if you’re cheating…”
(1:33:37 AM) Ocha: “It’s two roles and you did the first one,” he reminded her as he held out his hand. “Or would you like to go double or nothing?”
(1:53:06 AM) Ocha: (I kill you?)
(1:53:28 AM) Diana: (almost dead!)
(2:04:21 AM) Diana: Joka pulled off her shirt, tossing it at his head instead of dropping it in to his hand. This was where her addiction to risks must have really been kicking in, because she rubbed her hands together as she gathered the dice and pushed them in to the cup. “You’ve got it! Double or nothing. And it’s your call, mister stranger.”
(2:13:42 AM) Ocha: Ferro poured a shot for both of them. “Stranger? I’m hurt Joka.” He then held up his shot glass. “I do hope you at least have a spare set of cloths. After all, we want to keep this friendly.” Ferro was really enjoying the view however. “Triple threes, and a pair of sixes.” he grinned at her, the type of grin that said he already won, not in arrogance, but because he was enjoying himself.

Gypsy in a Pod

004 Space Blackout

[2/15/2012 10:58:30 PM] Diana Webster: It was the middle of the night and she was wide awake. That was a common problem for Joka. Being drunk as shit to try and solve the problem was also an often encountered delima in her ever going quest to cure insomnia. All she had left out of her clothes was a small tank top and a pair of men’s boxers. They weren’t her crew member’s, but they weren’t hers either, and at the moment she didn’t care. Joka had a panel at the control station open and was attempting to get the rewiring done, since there was no way she could get herself to fall asleep. Ever so often she’d drop everything with a clang, bang her head and grumbled about gatorbats. Finally, there was a very loud FZZZZZZT and Joka screaming out all kinds of curses.

The lights went out.

“…Uh oh…”
[2/15/2012 11:04:20 PM] Ocha: Ferro was asleep, dreaming. They were not the most pleasant of dreams, but considering all he had been through of late it wasn’t too unexpected either. Still though chaotic dreams fueled by worries and fears makes one less then optimistic when they find themselves waking for no good reason. Something was wrong, very wrong! Sitting up quickly Ferro attempted to turn on the automative lights, except there was no response! Panic sunk in, he had to make it to the electrical control center before the cascade effect got too far out of hand. Grabbing blindly for his vest that had most of his tools, Ferro ran out of his room, blindly finding his way through the corridors.
[2/15/2012 11:08:53 PM] Diana Webster: “IT’S OKAY! I GOT THIS!” She shouted upon hearing him barelling out of his rooms. Without any power running through the ship, it was pretty easy to hear every footstep, and even every breath. Joka’s own steps sound like she wasn’t any walking in a straight line as she stumbled out of the control room, braced a hand against the wall and padded her way through the dark. “Fuuuuuck… I need a light… And a cigarette…”
[2/15/2012 11:12:28 PM] Ocha: “What the hell did you do!” Ferro was still carrying his vest and was going just a tad too fast in the dark, running smack into Joka. He then muttered idiot, though if it was to himself or at her was hard to tell. “Where’s your emergency kit?” He asked once he backed back up a few inches.
[2/15/2012 11:20:42 PM] Diana Webster: “Whew..! You move fast!” Her words weren’t slurring, but they came out far too slow with the current situation at hand. She squinted in to the dark. “Ah… That’s… somewhere.” Did she take that with her to the control room? …Did she even have one. “Ah yeah… in the place.. down there. Engine room! That’s what I mean.” Joka laughed to herself as she pushed past him to head that way. Clearly unconcerned with the entire ship’s power being out.
[2/15/2012 11:22:58 PM] Ocha: Ferro frowns and when he feels her hand on his chest he grabs it. “What did you do,” he asks slowly. Obviously they’re screwed if he doesn’t fix things fast, but he’s going to be going in blind… literally!
[2/15/2012 11:29:24 PM] Diana Webster: “Pfft. Dun worry about it, jeezus… Was jus fixing up the wiring in the control panel. Damn near fritzed myself in the process. Dipshits didn’t know how to wire a few buttons.” We-heeell. He had a nice chest! Too bad she couldn’t see in the dark, he felt as hard as a rock! Joka was grinning pretty wide. “Iiiii’ll have it fixed no prob.”
[2/15/2012 11:33:55 PM] Ocha: Buttons, buttons, of course! He now knew what she thought she was doing. Now he only hoped it wouldn’t be too hard to fix before the temperature started dropping! “I’ll fix it. It’s why you hired me. You will go find the emergency kit and bring it back here.” It was perhaps inappropriate to do to ones captain, but Ferro turned her in the direction of the corridor, then smacked her ass to get going. Then he could go to the control panel in peace, he thought.
[2/15/2012 11:41:19 PM] Diana Webster: Joka gave a surprised yelp, followed by a long string of giggling as she stumbled her way back down the corridor. By the time she had finally gotten to the engine room (after more than one moment of forgetting why she was even in there in the first place) and finding the emergency kit, the temperatures inside the ship were already starting to drop. Joka near fell in to the command room, dropping the kit-box on the floor with a THUMP. She also seemed to forget that he said he would be the one to fix it, as she was leaning over looking for what she needed. “Uuhn… So glad the gravity polarizer isn’t connected to the main power. Would be barfing all up in this joint trying to fix shit upside down.”
[2/15/2012 11:45:11 PM] Ocha: Ferro was doing this all by touch. There was nothing else to guide him, no sounds yet and thankfully no smells. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to be easy even with light without light, well at least he was sure of which wires were not part of the main power controls. “Is there light sticks in there?” what WAS she digging around for, it sounded like tools!
[2/15/2012 11:47:11 PM] Diana Webster: “Would you get out of the way, I gotta get this fixed before we’re iced out in space.” Standing close enough to him that she could reach a leg out and start shoving at him with her foot, Joka didn’t seem to have any intentions on finding any light.
[2/15/2012 11:52:05 PM] Ocha: Ferro sent a quick prayer for strength to any powers that be then in a very calm voice repeated himself. “You hired me to fix this ship,” of course he knew that wasn’t going to be enough, “it’s what I’m good at. I will be better at it if a certain space captain actually did her part for her crew member and provided light, which should be in the emergency kit that she, damn it!” Well on the bright side he found the live feed, now he could do something!
[2/16/2012 12:08:24 AM] Diana Webster: “I’ve been fixin’ these damn ships prolly as long as you were frozen, I dun need none of your– Oh for fucks sake, I can’t yell at you in the dark!” Muttering a whole lot of curse words under her breath, Joka was on her knees digging through the kit. There were a couple of loud CRACKS as she activated the sticks and tossed them in his general direction. “Like I was sayin’, here you are fixing all my shit, but I gotta DO something when I can’t sleep!”
[2/16/2012 12:13:35 AM] Ocha: Light, blessed light. Ferro was glad for it, as he reached over with one hand, still on his stomach, while the other hand held the all important wire. “Please keep yelling,” if she was yelling she was too busy to be in his way. The lighting wasn’t great, but it was enough to work with, he grabbed one stick, while the others eliminated the area around his body, is completely naked body. Not a stitch of clothing, not even underwater.
[2/16/2012 12:19:43 AM] Diana Webster: A naked man lying on the floor wasn’t what Joka was expecting to see when her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she was standing up to start kicking at him again. One of her hands fell to rest on top of her head, as she tilted, leaning on a shoulder against the wall. “Huh…” Right. Yelling.” Woo… had she managed to win those dice rolls, maybe she would have found someone- er – something else better to do to keep herself awake than screwing around with the wiring. “Yeah..! You’ve been a real pain in the ass…” The argument was half hearted. She was too busy tilting her head and watching him work.
[2/16/2012 12:23:20 AM] Ocha: “Uh-hu? I’m sure you feel that way,” he said while he reached for a coupling for the wires before he spliced them. The floor was getting colder by the moment, but he wanted to be sure the job was done right so he didn’t have to do this again! “What else, get it all out.” and stay out of my hair’ was the unspoken conclusion to that sentence. He almost had it.
[2/16/2012 12:44:25 AM] Diana Webster: “You’re pretty damn condescending too when you put your mind to it! Have half a mine to shove you out the airlock.” She muttered. At this point she really didn’t care what he was doing, she was just enjoying the view. A terribly wide grin plastered across her face as she tapped her fingers on her head. Joka debated if she was drunk enough to pounce on him the minute the power came back on. …Naaaw. …but she WAS still thinking up some excuses on why it might be a good idea.
[2/16/2012 12:48:10 AM] Ocha: “I’m glad you’re not listening to that half then,” and with a rush of sound power was restored! Lights flickered once then came on as monitors and indicators came back to life. Ferro was double checking all the currents, he didn’t need for this to all melt down in another few hours. With a sigh of relief he pushed out of the control paneling.
[2/16/2012 12:52:13 AM] Diana Webster: Joka was still leaning there against the wall, leaning like a chesire cat. Probably with the expression of some wicked older woman than just found herself a nice little dish to eat. Had she been sober, it wouldn’t have taken her so long to suddenly wipe the look off her face, cough, and put on that more stern ‘business scowl’. “Yeah. And you better! What the fuck am I supposed to do in the middle of the night when I can’t get the fuck to sleep, and you’re already off running around naked and fixing everything before I get my hands on stuff? Huh?”
[2/16/2012 12:56:15 AM] Ocha: Ferro was not ashamed as he stood, he knew very well that he had nothing to be ashamed about, but the damn ship was still taking time to warm up and he really didn’t want argue with her. With as drunk as Joka was it could be all night! “I don’t care what you do,” he said and put his vest in, which didn’t hide really anything. “Read a book, make jewelry,” and he started walking back to the corridor. “Do not try to repair the ship while drunk!”
[2/16/2012 1:04:49 AM] Diana Webster: “What I doooo,” she responded, following behind him and taking the opportunity to check out his rear. That was pretty nice too. “is work on the ship. I’ve been plenty drunker than this and do juuuuus fine, without you meddlin’ and gettin’ in the way before I can get anything done.” Reaching out to grab it wouldn’t hurt, right? One guy’s ass slap was another girl’s grabby hands. She was already reaching out for pinch.
[2/16/2012 1:10:18 AM] Ocha: Ferro tried to count as she followed him, trying desperately to keep his patience. It’s not like he’d never dealt with a drunk before, but that was family! Joka was something completely different! He turned around to stare her down, not realizing what she was meaning to do before he did so. “You’re drunk! It’s not an excuse to almost getting us killed yet again!” He was yelling, he didn’t mean to yell, but he was frustrated.
[2/16/2012 1:16:19 AM] Diana Webster: Joka nearly ran right in to him. She caught herself in time to rest her hands on her hips and scowl. What the hell was he all up and pissy about? “FIRST of all,” she really couldn’t help but raise her voice to match. “The only person I near get killed is me and that ain’t nothin’ to be concerned about! Drunk or not, I know how to fix my own damned ship so it’s not any of your business! Maybe if you weren’t so goddamned uptight you wouldn’t be gettin’ yourself in to so much shit!”
[2/16/2012 1:21:49 AM] Ocha: “You call losing your whole power array fixing? I’m surprised you hadn’t gotten yourself killed sooner! Or maybe all this self destructive activities is for just that. Trying to get yourself killed!” If Ferro had been thinking he’d be ashamed at what he just said, but he was cranky. Boozed enhanced nightmares about real events coupled by a very real emergency just now. “And if people didn’t care what my people did when they aren’t hurting anyone, I wouldn’t have to be so damn uptight!”
[2/16/2012 1:31:47 AM] Diana Webster: “It’s not like I’m doing anything with my life anyway, so what does it matter! Jeezus, you make such a big damned deal about everything! Can’t you just shuddup and take shit for what it is?” Joka wasn’t sure when it all turned from oggling him to wanting to sock him in the face, but she was definitely gearing up to take a swing at him. Naked or not.
[2/16/2012 1:37:20 AM] Ocha: “No, I fix shit that’s broken, but obviously you just don’t care,” he was leaning over her by now, though luckily for Joka’s ears he wasn’t shouting anymore. “I’d never met someone with so much fire and no regard for her life! You’re a contradiction! I don’t know if I should shake you,” he paused then shook his head. “I’m going back to sleep. If you’re going to kill yourself, please don’t get me involved.”
[2/16/2012 1:46:09 AM] Diana Webster: “Ooh, look at me. I’m Ferro and I’m goin’ to bed cause I can’t deal with a crazy woman!” she mocked as he stalked off. Not seeming to care that she was calling herself crazy or acting like an ass in the process. Joka almost let him get away too. Almost. But there she went stomping after him. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not gonna get me all pissy and fired up, then go on and sleep while I’m out here stewing with insomnia! You wanna fix things and annoy the hell out of me, fucking fix THAT!”
[2/16/2012 1:52:47 AM] Ocha: “Now you’re being plane selfish,” Ferro said while still walking, only stopping at the door to his room. “You have you’re life, as fucked up as you might have made it. You know what you’re doing as well.” Ferro just looks at the door, though he knows she’s right behind him. “I don’t have that any more. All I have is my hands and my knowledge and neither seem to be of value to you, and I don’t have the resources to use my talents in any other way!” Ferro wasn’t even sure he was making any sense.
[2/16/2012 2:01:41 AM] Diana Webster: “What?” she sounded completely appalled, and had he been turned around her expression would have matched her tone. Now she was resting her hands on her hips, scowling in the most bewildered way. “Just because I’m pitchin’ a hissy cause you’ve done taken over job and made me useless on my own ship doesn’t mean your skill and shit isn’t appreciated and useful. I don’t give jobs out of pity.” She fell silent for a moment before she swatted at his back in annoyance. “Like you’re the only damn person in the universe all alone. I’m selfish, but you’re pretty damn unobservant!”

Gypsy in a Pod

003 The Scrapyard

(1:18:22 AM) Joka: At the scrap yard, there was piles and piles of endless junk. Huge rusted up pieces of metal. Derelict abandoned ships. Not much even looked remotely useful. Joka enjoyed sifting through old antiques, but this was almost crazy. She rubbed the back of her head after shoving a big hunk of steel of out the way. "…and this is supposed to be -easier-?"
(1:21:03 AM) Ferro: "Much," Ferro said with a small nod of his head. He was in his element now. There truly was little here that was useless. All you had to do was know what you needed for your project. He was currently climbing to the top of a pile to get a good look of the place.
(1:27:21 AM) Joka: Joka didn’t hide the doubt on her face, but she was going to at least -try- to give him the benefit of the doubt. What did she have to lose other than time? She dug out a chair, something had been ripped from from some other ship and plopped herself in to the seat. She immediately popped back up to her feet when a spring poked her in the ass. "I’ve got the feeling this is going to take hours. Now I remember why I stick to selling the damn ships."
(1:31:58 AM) Ferro: "You want to maximize your profit, right?" Ferro looked down at her for a moment, then grinned. "Well hello there." With a controlled slide he got off the mound and walked to Joka. "Beautiful." and he picked up a broken piece of equipment at her feet.
(1:38:53 AM) Joka: And here she thought he was talking to her. Smirking at her own conceit, she rest her hands on her hips regarding him with curiosity. "A fine piece of left over machinery. …And what is it going to do exactly? I hate to find out we’re jerry-rigging that ship and it’s going to explode three months after someone buys it."
(1:42:23 AM) Ferro: Ferro frowned at her. "My repairs do not break," the way he said it almost sounded like a proclamation of doom. He tossed the piece in the air once, then rattled it near his ear. "Just as I thought, it’s just the casing. Everything inside is intact."
(1:48:47 AM) Joka: "They don’t, hmm? I look forward to see proof. Lots of really good proof." If he DID do a really good job, Joka might be able to use him for all future job as well. Having an in-house mechanic would lower her reburshing costs quite a bit. …Which meant paying off those loans so much faster! Reminded of Jonny again she glanced around the scrapyard warily. "So where is ‘home’ for you anyway?"
(1:52:46 AM) Ferro: Ferro had been in the middle of digging for something and had to push his torso out to look at Joka. "No offense, but I don’t know you well enough to tell you that. Not that anyone spends too much time there." He started to put his head back in the hole then stopped. "I’m not trying to be cryptic. We just don’t like being harassed by outsiders.
(1:56:15 AM) Joka: "One of those crazy reclusive peoples, are you? Not a problem. I the last in a long line of thieves and dumbasses, so I can get the need for… uh… discretion?" He knew what he was looking for in this place, but Joka sure didn’t. Although halfway across the scrap she DID spot a very nice looking skeleton for a small singleman craft. Hmm! Possibilities here could be good if he delivered what he promised!
(2:02:26 AM) Ferro: Ferro chuckled lightly at the dumbasses comment and went back to ferreting out components. He didn’t tell Joka but he was grabbing a few things that were not for the landing gear, but they wouldn’t add any noticeable addition to the overall cost and were going to make life a lot nicer on the ship once he added them. Plus she’d see the added profit to, so she’d have no reason to complain. The largest pieces were actually the hardest to find. Not because there were none for the style of ship, but many of them were a lot more work then Ferro wanted to do unless he had no other choice. He liked fixing things, but he’d rather have free time to improve things then dealing with something just for busy work.
(2:06:41 AM) Joka: At least Joka made herself useful instead of following him around like a lost puppy. She was strong enough to help carry things without breaking a sweat, and didn’t seem to mind the long process of nitpicking for ‘just the right thing’. Joka -did- seem to have a problem with silence, however, and liked to make good use of her voice. "So how did you wind up in that lifepod anyway? Since you weren’t shoved in there for nefarious reasons."
(2:13:51 AM) Ferro: "No, I was shoved in there. Just not because of any sort of malice," his voice was dull and there was a very far away look in his eyes. He recalled the rocking of the ship, of the yelling of orders and reports. He thought he was staying out of the way but was ready to help when they were going to need his skills. He didn’t expect his own cousins to try to protect him! He never asked for special treatment! A slight crunching sound brought Ferro back to the moment, his hand crushing a delicate metal pipe. "Hmm, too weak." He tossed the piping piece over his shoulder.
(2:17:51 AM) Joka: "A moment of glancing back mysteriously at the past, Ferro?" she joked lightly, even though she could see that distant look on his face. At least Joka was observant, even if she was a little blunt about things. "I don’t think I have any of those moments. Though. I’m pretty self suffiecient so, it’s not like there’s a lot of up and downs in my life." That might’ve been an understatement considering she almost had to pay off a debt with her own organs, but Joka clearly didn’t seem to consider that a big deal.
(2:21:09 AM) Ferro: Ferro looked at her confused. Joka was a very odd woman. "Sounds boring," he finally said. He wasn’t even sure if boring was such a bad thing. "I think I found the set we want to have taken to the ship, is there anything else you want to grab while we’re here?"
(2:27:07 AM) Joka: "Boring? Ha! Boring is the last thing I have to deal with. boring would be a blessing." Joka looked around. Staring at piles of scrap really weren’t helping her think of anything useful. She shook her head, hefting one of the boxes under her arm. "Nope. We’ll see how this works out, make sure we’re fly ready and roll on to the next planet. We’ll need some new wiring to replace a lot of the burned out and melting ones in the control consol."
(2:31:15 AM) Ferro: Ferro nodded. "Seems like she’s been through a lot." He was happy that he was going to have a chance to work on a big project. It had been a while since he got to be really creative. Besides a nice large project would keep his mind off other things.
(3:01:32 AM) Joka: "Uh huh. I like hearing the stories behind ships. kinda explains all the weird stuff I find in them when I’m clearing them out." Joka had to step around some debris as they made their way back to the gatekeeper’s shack. Had she bought all the pieces brand new, or even used it would have been a mini fortune, so she was definitely going to save an assload of money if he pulled it all off.
(3:06:04 AM) Ferro: The haggling of the price went very well both Joka and the yard man seemed pleased with the final price and transporting everything to the ship was considered part of the service. As they headed back to the ship Ferro asked a question of his own. "Why do you do this?"
(3:08:56 AM) Joka: "Reburbing ships? Always done it. Kinda the family business, and it’s mine now. Never really done anything else." Joka shrugged her shoulder, not seeming to care one way or the other. Not that she didn’t occasionally thinking about doing something different. But most of her daydreams involving winning it big at the races or a casino and living the rest of her days owning her own planet and being Queen of the world.
(3:11:21 AM) Ferro: "So it’s tradition." This seemed to make sense to Ferro and he nodded his head. "Family businesses are tricky. At least you seem suited to yours though."
(3:16:36 AM) Joka: "I guess you could call it tradition? Not like anyone else is alive to run it!" Joka shuffled her box again as they walked down the street. She was warily keeping an eye out on the area again. Now that the subject had come up, it was good to not forget she couldn’t exactly go walking up and down the street without paying attention.
(3:22:09 AM) Ferro: Ferro glanced at Joka. Ferro couldn’t quite imagine there was no one else for her to rely on. It was quite an alien concept. He was glad though that the street seemed ease enough to navigate. "How soon do we need to leave once we’ve boarded the ship?"
(3:24:12 AM) Joka: "I guess as soon as it’s air worthy. Refill the oxygen supply, make sure the landing gear is solid. Uuum…. I better check the navigation again too. I’d hate to end up on the other side of the galaxy again by accident." Boy, that was always unpleasant. She nearly collided with a sun once thanks to shoddy navigation work.
(3:27:02 AM) Ferro: "And dinner." Ferro was starting to be reminded that he hadn’t eaten in a long time, not counting the time in stasis. In fact there was serious desire for home cooking. Something he knew he wasn’t going to experience in a very long time. "We defiantly need to deal with dinner."
(3:29:41 AM) Joka: "Damn, I haven’t even checked the kitchenette in that thing yet." Eating out was fine and dandy when you were in a city that had good food. Helsiki’s cities weren’t exactly known for their great estbalishments. And her food supply hadn’t been purchased with a crew mate in mind. It was all food cubes and frozen burritoes. "I’m guessing after who knows how long in stasis, you’re not gonna want to skip dinner, huh."
(3:31:46 AM) Ferro: "No!" his serious expression then cracked into a smirk. "Besides, who knows what sorts of mistakes I might make if I’m famished. You might get to experience the first time a repair of mine explodes."
(3:49:23 AM) Joka: "Okay, okay!" she exclaimed. Casting a bit of a sideglance at his smirk. That was a nice look. She really did like those expressions he made! "So you got any food finding super powers, then? I can cook all right, but Helsiki doesn’t exactly have good markets. There’s some eateries and stuff thought. I’m sure there’s gotta be at least one with edible food in it."
(3:52:31 AM) Ferro: "You fill me with less than confidence," Ferro considered it for a moment. "I think I’d still rather risk the market. At least we can see the raw ingredients. Who knows what some of the places here might try to serve us." Not that he wanted to wait for dinner, but the options sounded limited. "Unless you have a place you know is safe."
(3:54:10 AM) Joka: "Experimental market food it is. I’ve got not future plans!" She said it like she was sure there was a fifty-fifty chance for survival. The worst part was that she didn’t seem to mind it! Thus, Joka took a small detour, nodding her head in the direction they were headed so we’d know where they were going.
(3:57:55 AM) Ferro: Instead of finding her statement more worrisome, Ferro grinned. There was something comforting in her carefree style. Though he didn’t have much contact himself with Outsiders, Ferro felt she wasn’t like most of them. The change in the businesses started to become more and more obvious as they went into this newer part of town.

Gypsy in a Pod

002 A Beneficial Partnership

(1:04:32 AM) Joka: Helsiki. Making it there in one peace was pretty lucky, even ignoring the oxygen issue. Part of the flight gear had blown off during the entrace of Helsiki’s atmosphere and it took some really careful flying to keep them from smashing in to the ground burned to a crisp. Now that her current prize was docked and locked, Joka had a box full of junk she needed to sell off in order to fund the first round of repairs. They were already walking down the Helsiki streets, and it was pretty obvious the planet wasn’t the most lawful place in the galaxy. “I’d give you some cash, but I can barely afford to live right now myself. So good luck and try not to get yourself jettisoned in to space again.”
(1:11:39 AM) Ferro: “Thank you,” Ferror thought that Joka’s manners might actually be rougher then she truly was. She had her troubles and she took care of them he surmised. His own troubles were still a mystery. The captains personal and flight logs were such a mess that he could not find out how long ago his life pod had been picked up and of course outsiders seemed to count the years differently than the People, so he was still clueless as to how long he’d been out for. “I fear I’m truly at a lost as to what to do here.”
(1:15:08 AM) Joka: He was making it incredibly hard for her to cut her losses and walk away. The thought was pretty clear across her features as she paused in the street to frown at him. Joka shifted the box in her hands so she could point down the street. “The first step is to just start walking. I guess you’ll want… information or something. Helsiki isn’t the best of tourist locations, but there’s always Infodexs scattered everywhere. Then you can book yourself passage on a nice commercial ship and go home.” Why she even needed to explain that to him was beyond her. He looked perfectly capabable of handling his own business – and she had her own to cover!
(1:19:00 AM) Ferro: “Right, home,” he gave a half smile. “I’m sure they’d love to get the location of that.” Ferro held out a hand and waved. “Best of luck to you on your business Princess.” Step one, information.
(1:32:03 AM) Joka: What an ominous and mysterious sort of response. Joka almost questioned him about it, but she finally had her opportunity to get loose. Without a backwards glance (okay, maybe a few…) Joka continued on her way. Her first stop was selling the junk in the box. She had picked out the most worthwhile pieces from the storage, and though they didn’t fetch the sort of price that she hope, she had a tidy profit to put towards the ship. In fact she was on her way to get a new combustion compacitor when she was hauled up by both arms by two very huge looking goons and smashed back against the wall.
“Heeeey, Jonny! You know… I was just about to come and see you.” Her feet weren’t even touching the ground, so she was eye to eye with the round balding gentlemen.
“I bet. Or rather, YOU bet. Joka, Joka, Joka… How many weeks has it been? Interest rates are getting high. So I’ve decided I’ll take a kidney now and let you worry about the rest later.”
“Well, shit. Can’t we talk about this tomorrow? I only need a few more weeks!”
(1:41:23 AM) Ferro: Ferro decided to follow Joka’s advice about the infodex. He didn’t like the idea of being a common laborer for some outsiders, but perhaps he could find a ship that needed a mechanic or something. It was the best he could come up with. It was times like these he wished he had his cousin Mic’s social skills. He’d somehow would have already found a bar and someone else to buy his drink. Speaking of bars, there was an ad for a ships crew. Ferro liked the “no questions asked” part. Now to just find the bar listed. Ferro started walking into a shabbier section of port.
(1:52:23 AM) Joka: “Now, now. If you didn’t want to volunteer up your organs, you shouldn’t have lost all those bets and forgot to pay ole Jonny by the agreed upon contract. And don’t you go trying to play dumb with me, Joka Katell, you wrote that contract.”
Joka scowled. She really should stop writing contacts to people when she was drunk. Especially to her own loan sharks. She squirmed again, but there was no reaching her gun at the moment. “Okay. How about you sock me around a few times to teach me a lesson, I go finish repairing my new ship – which by the way is going to be HIGHLY profitable when it’s finished – and I payed you back double what I owe.”
To his credit, Jonny the Loan Shark at least made it -look- like he was taking her offer in to consideration. “…Nope! A human body is worth ten times more than some shoddy ship. Especially if I cut ya up in pieces and sell your parts separately. Chuck, get my knife and the cooler units.” Jonny pulled his gloves out of his pocket and slid one arm.
“This is the WORST timing for you to suddenly be a hardass, Jonny…!”
(1:58:51 AM) Ferro: Ferro couldn’t imagine what was going on in the street, but he knew that be it festival or accident, it would be difficult to get through that crowd. His best bet would be to cut through the alleyways. The fact that he was brightly dressed in this dreary port should have made him stand out, but Ferro was walking softly out of caution in a unfamiliar place and he came upon the loan shark trying to better his loses. “I’m sure you’re going to tell me this is none of my business.”
(2:03:40 AM) Joka: It was hard to look to look irritated and nonchalant when pinned up against a wall by a couple of goons, but somehow Joka seemed to pull it off. As if she weren’t about to have her organs harvested and sold on the black market. “Are you lost AGAIN? I’m in a meeting at the moment.”
Jonny looked back and forth between Joka and Ferro, pulling on his second glove and taking his knife from a third employee. “If she owes you money too, I got here first. Though, I am not a greedy man. There are plenty of organs and parts to go around.”
“Can you at least wait until I’m DEAD before you start negotiating over my body?!”
(2:09:37 AM) Ferro: Ferro raised an eye brow. “That’s very generous of you. However you’ve made your claim.” He was casually walking closer. “I’m more a man of simple means. I just want the access code to her ship.” By this point he was standing right next to Jonny, though he seemed to be only looking at Joka. “By the way, I suck at this,” and with those words Ferro slammed his fist into Jonny’s face.
(2:15:43 AM) Joka: “Damnit Ferro! I’m not going to be able to borrow money from him again!” What a stupid way to stage a rescue. With Jonny doubled over, his third goon had to drop his cooler units to rush at Ferro. The guy had a pair of brass looking knuckles neatly packed on each hand. Joka figured, since she was misfortunete enough to be at the recieving end of a shoddy rescue, she might as well make it easier. It took some bending but she manage to smash her heel in to one guy’s knee hard enough to get his grip loose. Then it was just a matter of grabbing her gun to threaten the other.
(2:21:06 AM) Ferro: Ferro didn’t respond to Joka’s comment instead he was dodging blows from the goon until his back was up against the wall. The goon grinned at this, knowing he’d trapped his target and swung hard. Sadly for him he still was just slightly slower then Ferro and his fist went into the wall where it met pain. Ferro then clocked him on the side of the head with a large handled tool he’d taken out of an inner pocket. With the goon unconscious Ferro finally responded. “Are you sure you’re any good at business?”
(2:27:00 AM) Joka: “I’m good at MY business! …Gambling is an entirely different thing altogether.” Jonny was trying to pick himself up off the ground, so Joka was already backing her way out of the alley with her gun trained on his other goons. “Hey, Jonny, I’m real sorry. You’ll just have to cut me up another time.” She was tempted to give him a good kick for being such a pain in the ass, but Joka decided not to add insult to injury for the loan shark. She finally grabbed Ferro’s arm to lead him out of the alley for a very quick getaway. Joka didn’t stop her mad dash until they were well out of that distract and safe n’ sound in a public crowd. “He’s going to be twice as pissy next time, thanks a lot!”
(2:31:46 AM) Ferro: “I’ll just turn and walk the other way when you’re overpowered four to one.” Ferro was annoyed to say the least, not even a thank you. “Wait, where are we?” when they’d run off Ferro didn’t see which direction they were going and his direction to the bar were now worthless. Now he’d have to find another lossy infodex! Assuming that guy was still at the bar looking for crew!
(2:35:22 AM) Joka: “Actions have consequences, and even I know you have to deal with the bed you’ve made.” Her gun was back in it’s holster and she was eyeing him quisitively. He looked even more confused than before, and now he was all riled up by that tussel. Joka kind of liked that look, so she was standing there grinning like a jerk with a hand on her hip for a moment before she finally spoke up. “…okay. You did me a favor, as needless as it was, so I will do one for you. Where did you need to be?”
(2:38:54 AM) Ferro: Ferro did not understand this woman’s logic at all. Not that he would claim to understand women, but Joka was more confusing then most. He’d take her help though, because it beat not knowing where he was. “Snider’s Bar. There’s a man with a ship and no crew.”
(2:50:00 AM) Joka: “Oh good. I could really use a drink after all that bullshit.” Joka nudged her head in one direction, leading the way with more casual steps now that they were fleeing. “You couldn’t just book passage somewhere to get home? I’m assuming you got yourself robbed blind or something. Did you even find out what year it is?” She had the opportunity to ask questions, so she got it over with. Of course, she could have told him what year it was… but she was slowly realizing he didn’t seem to go by Standard Time. In fact nothing about him was typical. Joka was only certain that he wasn’t alien.
(2:54:44 AM) Ferro: “I wasn’t exactly planning for travel when I got in the lifepod. I was lucky to have boots on.” It was only a slight exaggeration. “But no, I’m not positive of the year. Not that it matters right now.” Oh he could talk like it was all philosophical but it was eating him up. The unknown was not pleasant at all. Thankfully due to Joka’s navigation they came upon the bar. Unfortunately more bad news was to follow for Ferro.
(2:58:05 AM) Joka: “Smooth as ice, hmm? I don’t buy it. …I do buy drinks, though!” As they stepped in to the bar, Joka was already thinking of something blissfully cold and with enough alcohol content to knock out a bear. She assumed that he’d know who he was looking for, so the first thing she did was head for the bar and order herself a drink. -Then- she took the time to actually scope out the place.
(3:05:06 AM) Ferro: “That Jay fellow? He walked out of here during the damn bar fight! Can even find my singer to calm people down now!” Was what the large bartender told Ferro when he asked for the man hiring a ships crew. Looking around Ferro could see the damage done to the place. Mostly just glasses, but there were a few chairs too. “Can this day get any worse!” he whispered to himself.
(3:10:18 AM) Joka: “It sure can. Never tempt fate!” Joka practically cackled, slapping him on the back real hard as she eased up behind him. She slammed an empty glass down on the bar. She hadn’t been kidding about a good strong drink, and now she was all smiles. Joka leaned up on the bar again. “Round two! And one for my very unfortunete mister, who might I add, is lost and needs a job! Don’t worry, I’ll be paying up the tab.” She turned to Ferro, casting him that wide grin. “You should have taken up that organs offer. You wouldn’t be broke and I wouldn’t be standing here wondering how I am going to pay for new landing gear. Hmm…I wonder if the snarglepuff races are open…”
(3:16:00 AM) Ferro: Ferro didn’t want a drink, he wanted a plan! He looked at the glass set down for him by the bartender and downed it before he had to think about what weird taste it had. “Why get new? Go to a scrap heap. You can adapt anything within the same class to use on the ship.” Of course he thought that would be a better way to spend an afternoon then gambling. Specially since there was a pissed off loanshark in this area.
(3:19:53 AM) Joka: “I’m good, but I’m not -that- good. I can talk a pretty speech and give a great turn around, but fixing shit myself can only go so far.” Which wasn’t something wouldn’t care to admit, considering just earlier she would have bitten his head off for messing with her machinery had he not actually done a good job on it. She down her second drink, taking a moment to close her eyes and revel in that nice burning feeling that always tended to rush through the blood. “Hmm…” She eyed him from the corner of her eye, the wheels turning on a potential idea.
(3:24:25 AM) Ferro: “I hope then you don’t meet your friend at the races.” Ferro pushed back from the bar. Sitting around here wasn’t going to get him off planet, he needed something, preferably now! “Good luck in your travels.” why as she giving him that look?
(3:28:32 AM) Joka: Joka waited until he was almost at the door before she spoke again. Not for dramatic effect, but because it took her that long to gather her thoughts after two shots of extra strong Grenchef. “SO I NEED A MECHANIC… and seeing as how you’re in a bind, I figured you’d probably work for a really good price in exchange for my humble services as a Taxi and guide.”
(3:35:23 AM) Ferro: Ferro turned around and looked at her for a moment. He had the feeling that she was going to cause him no end of grief if he said yes. However it was unlikely he’d get such an offer from anyone else so quickly and he was exhausted. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally and damn he was almost better off in stasis. “Alright,” he said after a moment and walked back over. “I should probably request some token amount of any profits for the sake of negotiations however.”
(3:39:06 AM) Joka: “Oho, really? How about I just pay you on a per job basis, IF you are any good at what you do. Give you free room and board, and a bonus on the final ship sale should it be sold before you get to where you’re going?” Joka knew she had the upperhand, and it would be very simple to push it. …However, she knew when to pick her moments. And this didn’t seem like the time to really dig in to him. She might enjoy being a pain in the ass, but she figured he was about two shakes away from rage killing someone. That’s what those quiet controlled types always did.
(3:43:19 AM) Ferro: “That sounds more then fair,” he held out his hand to shake,”Princess.” And he smiled at her. The type of smile that you can tell is real cause the eyes tell you. This wasn’t perfect but at least it was a start to getting back home, and then maybe he could find out exactly what went so horribly wrong.
(3:46:15 AM) Joka: She shook his hand, but she was scowling. Good deal or not, that princess business was going to drive her insane. “I’m not -actually- a princess, I’m sure you know how sarcasm works.” However, Joka did like it when he smiled. He transformed his face much the same way his foul mooded frowning did. She enjoyed expressive people. “I guess this means no racetrack for me, and off to the scrapyards to find something useful.”
(3:49:36 AM) Ferro: “Yes I do know how it works,” he gave a brief smirk before getting to business. “You might be surprised at the good stuff you find at the scrap yard.”

Gypsy in a Pod

001 The Man in the Box

(12:38:18 AM) Ferro: In the depths of space, no one can hear you scream. Even when you’re inside a spaceship with air that can cause noises to travel, because you’re the only one on the ship. A ship without a working AI. A ship without a working weapons console. A ship that looks like it has been through hell and back. It is your ship though and you can scream in frustration all you want.
(12:47:03 AM) Joka: Ships like this were something Joka Katell were well acquainted with. Huge buckets of rusted out metal, shit parts, and filled with abandoned junk. Most people would take a look at these old ships and turn up their noses. But Joka always saw something waiting for a little face-lift. Buying the hull good and cheap, then applying some new parts and wires could turn any piece of shit in to a gold mine. Then there was the hidden treasures! People always left stuff behind and sometimes they were worth a fortune. So there she was, -barely- making it out in to space with her new prize, and now patrolling around in the cargo bay going through the junk looking for what could go as a quick sale.
(12:53:16 AM) Ferro: She’d passed by it at least three times. It was really that unremarkable. There were no markings on it and only a small consul on one side. Otherwise it looked like a rectangular box. Maybe even a tool locker. Except Joka had already located the tool locker, the evac suits, water rations incase the osmosis system went down, and the first aid kit. In fact when looking at everything else on the ship it obviously wasn’t put there by design.
(1:06:24 AM) Joka: There were a lot of interesting trinkets on board, but she hadn’t yet found anything worth more than a couple of bucks. Most of the little storage crates had been rumaged through. She was covered in dust and grease. Now the only thing left was the large container, she was still a little hesitant on opening. Last time she bought a she with a big forgotten container, it was a busted fridge unit filled with Morateon Goat stomachs, and it left her sick for a week. Still… it could be something good! Joka finally fussed around with the locker consol. Plugging in her wristcomputer to see about hacking through the lock. codes.
(1:10:25 AM) Ferro: But there was little need for hacking since the computer on the container only wanted an atmospheric check before opening. The following hissing sound should have been Joka’s warning that whatever was inside the container was being carefully preserved.
(1:13:54 AM) Joka: “Well shit!” It was a fridge, and she was about to have another rotton goat incident! Joka backed the hell away from the container, kicking a cardboard box out of the way as she quickly reached for the freezing spray and her shovel. She was going to have to chuck it in to the contamination unit before the blasted stuff defroted on her.
(1:16:55 AM) Ferro: Then something inside moved! Maybe the goat stomachs were still alive! Alive and swinging around a dismembered human arm! Except it wasn’t really swinging but pushing up the lid, and it sorta looked like it might be attached to whatever was still inside the container.
(1:20:20 AM) Joka: “Hell! Balls! Shitdamnit, whores!” Something ALIVE was ten times worse than something dead and rotton! Especially when it had arms! Course, had she thought about the ‘arms’ bit before dropping her freezing spray and shovel to jump on to the lid and try to close it back up, she might not have done it. It was too late now, though. She was already envisioning space vampire outbreaks and albino brain chiggers as she was trying to shove that arm back in the box and close the lid back. “Like hell I’m going to get eaten by some blood sucking Bantuu with sewn on arms! Get back in there!””
(1:24:43 AM) Ferro: The arm or the person attached to it, tried to fight back, not wanting to be pushed back into the box. It tried wiggling out of Joka’s grip. The hand moving this way and that until it sorta clinched on something soft. The hand just feeled up Joka’s boob!
(1:27:31 AM) Joka: “Hey. Hey! HEY! God damnit!” Well THAT was awkward. Joka went tumbling off the box, wretching herself away from the grabbing arm and checking her chest to make sure her boob was still attached. A readjustment later, she was scooping up her shovel and standing ready to start swinging. She’ll just have to handle it the old fashioned way. “Fine, get out of the damn box, but I am about to kick the shit out of you.”
(1:37:21 AM) Ferro: Ferro Yesfir was still very groggy. It seemed like he had escaped one unpleasant dream but was now in another where someone was fighting with him and now yelling at him. Ferro was not completely sure what they were saying but it seemed he needed to face them. Reluctantly he sat up, moving the lid away with his hand. The thing he had been trying to do from the start! “What!” Ferro snapped, the dark haired man annoyed.
(1:41:33 AM) Joka: A very human looking male wasn’t what Joka was expecting to sit up out of the box. It took a little bit of steam out of her sails. …but only for a moment. Generally people ended up in fridge boxes for good reason, and the last thing she wanted to do was get robbed. She motioned the shovel at him. “I SAID I was going to kick the shit out of you, but I was expecting something less average looking. Instead, you have a choice. Back in the box and I’ll drop you off at the next port. Or give me trouble and I’m tossing you out the airlock in a body bag!”
(1:44:25 AM) Ferro: Dark eyes looked at Joka, first in sleepy confusion but then returning to annoyance. “Give YOU trouble? If you didn’t want trouble why did you rescue me?” Ferro was starting to remember the nightmare, the nightmare that had been real.
(1:48:55 AM) Joka: “Rescue!” She set the tip of the shovel on the ground as she leaned on it, resting the other hand on her hip. Rescue was a completely different story. If he wasn’t lying, that was. “So what are you? Locked up criminal lost by the system? Crazy dude on his way to the asylum? Disease carrier? Owe some mobsters money and got iced? I didn’t rescue you on purpose, I just found you on my ship.”
(1:53:32 AM) Ferro: Ferro crossed his arms in the edge of the container and tilted his head. “Haven’t you ever seen a life pod before?” he asked with some surprise. The he sat up straighter and looked her up and down, not hiding the fact he was doing so. “You’re not one of the people, are you?” he said slowly as he realized the truth in what he said.
(1:57:41 AM) Joka: “If that thing is supposed to be a lifepod, then I’m a Galatic Princess.” There he went with the bedroom eyes. She might have to hit him with the shovel after all. “I don’t know what ‘people’ you’re talking about. I’m a starship seller. Your ‘pod’ was in this ship when I bought it.” …her expression slowly turned in to a sly grin. “Technically that means I own you too, but I’m a compromising sort and you look like more trouble than you’re worth. How about you don’t try to kill me or steal my stuff, and I drop you off at the next port unharmed?”
(2:02:57 AM) Ferro: “I’m not very interested in murder or theft,” Ferro said as he stood up and swung his legs out of the box. He was very colorfully dressed, though his vest didn’t look like it could keep him very warm. “I would like to know just where this next port is though Princess.” How he was staying calm on the outside and a chaotic mess on the inside he wasn’t even sure, but what this woman told him about how she was related or not related to his rescue caused him too many questions he wasn’t sure he wanted to voice.
(2:09:17 AM) Joka: “My name is Joka.” Damnation, last thing she needed was to be called ‘princess’ by some spaced clown. With all those colors he could have been from one of the traveling circuses. “It’s at Helsiki and it’s gonna be a few hours. …and shit. That’s going to be a problem.” Big problem! Joka turned on a heel abandoning her shovel by the door as she trudged through the ship. She only had enough oxygen for one person – after all, the ride was going to be a quick one and it’s not like to get hitchhikers in space. Now she was gonna have to figure out how they were going to breath! ….Maybe she should space him after all!
(2:13:04 AM) Ferro: Ferro was unfamiliar with Helsiki and would have liked more information but instead the captain of this ship had ran off leaving him to wonder what the problem was. “Outsiders!” he said exasperated to himself. He then went off to find her. Once he caught up he asked “What is the nature of the problem going to this port? Are they secretive?”
(2:18:41 AM) Joka: “The port isn’t the problem. Not that it’s a friendly place to be.” The problem with getting parts cheap and discounted, is that you often had to deal with those real shadey asshole types. Still, that wasn’t the -current- issue! Down a corridor, Joke shoved open a door that apparently needed it’s censors repaired. The ‘Heart’ as she liked to call it, was where all the ship’s little nitty gritty bits were. Except for the engine and the power supply, everything else was routed through this room for easy access. Joka knelt on the floor to fuss with the knobs to the oxygen tanks. “Hold long can you hold your breath? Hmm… nevermind that’s not gonna work. Maybe I can turn the levels down. I’m pretty sure I can fly this thing high as a kite.”
(2:24:39 AM) Ferro: Ferro followed, not sure if he was glad to hear the news about the port or not. Sadly Joka still wasnt explaining the problem and he was about to repeat his request for an explanation when he realized what she was most likely working on. “You’re worried about oxygen supply? Why not increase the CO uptake?” There were of course a few obvious other tricks he could think of but he knew sometimes when panicked people forgot the obvious. He also forgot sometimes that what was obvious for him wasn’t so much for others.
(2:29:24 AM) Joka: “…because I’m not so sure this thing won’t explode while we’re still in it. But since you think you know all about it, how about YOU fix it?” Joka stood casting him a faint glare. It wasn’t that she was outright trying to be a pain in the ass, but people trying to tell her how fix stuff, when she had been doing it for years always got her riled up. He looked like he should be dancing in streets or swinging around scimitars, not spouting off ship-tech.
(2:34:56 AM) Ferro: The truth was Ferro could dance with a scimitar with the best of them, but that wasn’t his passion. “Thank you,” he said and squatted down and looked at the oxygen tank then ran his hands on it, finding the pipes connected to it. “So that’s what they did. A bit crude,” he muttered then opened the inside of his vest, undid a flap and exposed a pocket tool set. He didn’t seem to notice or perhaps just didn’t care that Joka had not honestly been expecting her to take the challenge.
(2:41:14 AM) Joka: Interesting. Joka stood there, near breathing down his neck behind him as she ‘supervized’. Her hands were on her hips and her foot was tapping impatiently on the floor. She was expecting him to make some man-show of trying, pretending like he accomplished something, and for her to spend the next two hours trying desperately to keep them alive before she finally got pissed off and shafted him. Pocket tools were new though. “Crude is a bit of an understatement for something a good 50 years old, but not everyone bothers taking the time for fixing shit -right-.” The comment was more of a warning than a statement.
(2:46:34 AM) Ferro: A twist here, a checking of wires there, listen to the hum, feel the vibration, go back to slight recalibration. Blow the dust out and…”That’s just lazy. You can get more out of,” Ferro stopped and looked at Joka looking more then a bit pale. “I’m sorry, did you say this ship was fifty years old?” Ferro was trying not to panic, just because the ship was old didn’t mean anything. No one would ignore a life pod for more the. A short while!
(2:53:33 AM) Joka: “Not bad looking for 50 years, hmm? I got a good deal on it.” Had she not watched him work on the thing, she might have thought he had been electrocuted. He looked a little startled. Which was funny, considering he should have been startled when he first came out of the box. “Course it’s damn near falling apart, but it flies. For now. Are you done screwing around, or can I get back to making sure we don’t die before hitting Helsiki?”
(2:56:38 AM) Ferro: “Right, not dying,” Ferro said in a flat voice as he turned back to the panel that was open and twisted a wire. “That will do,” he told her as he started to close the panel up. “Why was this ship sold to you?”
(3:00:24 AM) Joka: “Considering I just found a body left in the cargobay in a box… I’m thinking they wanted to get rid of evidence.” Probably not a statement based in fact. Though she didn’t much trust the guy that sold her the ship, she doubted he knew what was still IN it. It’s like the dumbass thought it was haunted or something. “You’re not gonna tell me it’s YOUR ship and try and take it, are you? Cause I can go back in there and get my shovel and take care of this right now.”
(3:05:19 AM) Ferro: “Now you’re just being irrational Princess. I’m trying to figure out how much time I’m missing.” Ferro stood up and put his tool away then dusted off his knees. “I have little doubt that some confusion must have taken place no matter how long I’ve been in there, but the why isn’t going to change things.” Ferro wasn’t sure what this woman’s problem was. It was like she expected the whole universe to try to cheat her or something!
(3:20:21 AM) Joka: “In my experience, people that are too damn calm, are usually trying to bullshit their way through something.” Joka wasn’t sure if he was trying to get past her, or if he was hiding something else. But she was pretty certain, had the situation been reversed, she’d be screaming her head off in a fit of crazy. Joka nudged him out of the way so she could check over the air now that he was finished. “Hrrm… not bad at all. You are spared from the airlock. Got any other useful skills I can take advantage of before we hit port?”
(3:25:52 AM) Ferro: “What’s the alternative, act like a maniac?” that would get him far he was sure! He resisted rolling his eyes at her, but only barely. He watched her as she looked over his work. Not bad? That might have been as close as he was to get from her as a complement so he’d better take it. “I can recite the entire Belgayd Epic,” he was fairly proud of it in fact. Not many could sing it from memory. Granted it usually was split into a three day performance and they were only going to be on board for a few hours.
(3:29:26 AM) Joka: Joka squinted at him. She wasn’t sure if that was a joke, or him being a smartass. “I’ll pass on the reciting. You’re free, then. Do what you want, don’t take anything, don’t press any buttons, and if you find anything dead don’t let me see it, just get rid of it. I’ll be in cargo piling up all the stuff I can sell.” She walked down the narrow coridor before she paused to look over her should. “And what am I supposed to call you, by the way? I’m not going to scream HEY YOU for two hours.”
(3:33:03 AM) Ferro: Free but not allowed to touch buttons? Was she some servant of some imp hellbent on torturing him? In any case he still needed to find out how long he was out for and figure out how to contact one of the People. “Hm? Oh my name is Ferro. Ferro Yesfir.