“Just a haul,” Brella answered, “Soon as all crew are aboard and the supplies are loaded we lift off and make for a medical research station. Just as soon as they get down loading up the goods. Speaking of which,” she set down the coffee mug and glanced around, “Have you seen Shay? I thought he was supposed to be here by now.”
"I dont know, I have yet to see him as last I saw him was at the mission centre when we first received our mission." She said.
Brella shrugged and sat back down, kicking her feet up, “Well, he’d better hurry it up or I’m gonna have to find another shipmate on the run. Soon as the loaders finish their thing in the cargo hold, I’m bolting.” She took another sip of her coffee and yawned, “Oooh, but y’know. I suppose it was all rather short notice. I sure as hell didn’t see it coming.”
Well, she did, but that wasn’t the important bit. The station had been requesting help for a while, but the executive had answered in order to keep them quiet, chatting only to him. The only real difference was they were simply waiting for him to deliver, rather than looking for a seller. Or so he said.
Brella raised her mug to her lips again, remembering the situation. The old station cafe, a human calvary sabre on the wall next to them. Better coffee, lots of people and noise. Almost as good as a workship.
Almost.
Robin nodded and stood up again. She peered out the large window at the world below and made a face. Shanking her head, she turned away from the window and unfurled her wings, using them to fly up to the large ceiling and sitting on a beam.
(They aren’t in the cafe. That’s just where she picked up the job. They’re in the cockpit of the Scarlet right now.)
(Ik, but dont ships have window? I assume a few beams were part if the structure of the vehicle lol)
(Well yeah, but that’s a helluva ceiling for the cockpit.)
(Huh, true lol. Lemme just edit)
(Actually o gtg and I might not have internet so I'll edit later)
( @FaeEris you there?)
(yo is this still open? Because it looks cool and I'd love to join if it is)
(Sure! We’re early enough in. Put your character up and then have them buzz in to the Scarlet.)
(okay! Might take me a bit tho)
Name: Zavace Cylor (usually called Zav)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Sha'liss, a species of shape shifting drifters. They have a bad reputation as thieves, smoothtalkers, flirts, and just generally bad people.
Appearance: Zav's typical appearance is tall, with a slim but well muscled body. He has brown hair, and his eyes vary in color depending on the day. His clothes typically are for comfort, not style, and are a touch on the worn side. He has scarring scattered across his body as well, that he can't just shapeshift away.
Background: TBD
About the Sha'liss: The Sha'liss's homeworld is unknown, and most in the galaxy look down on them, seeing them as no good drifters, thieves, and murderers. As shape shifters, most do not trust them anyway. They have no other powers beyond shape shifting, though most of them have an affinity for music, and their music is often described as a "strange, wild thing. Like something from a dream. It messes with your mind." Other info may be added about them as we go.
(I hope he's okay! if he is, how would you like me to add him in?)
(Ahh! Frickin’ great! He’ll work great! There’s a whole bunch of ways he can get let in. You can have him pretend to be a Mechanist or a soldier for hire, and Brella would pick him up in a heartbeat.)
(That’s just a suggestion tho. How would he do it?)
(thanks! Uhm…the soldier for hire sounds a lot like him, although he might also put himself as a hacker or "master of espionage" or something like that)
(Sounds good!)
(alright! So how exactly can he get their attention, since he's on planet and they aren't?)
(He doesn’t have to be on planet. They’re on a station right now, if you just wanna have him be there for ease. I’m still waiting for @FaeEris to answer, so we need some more intro.)
(ah alrighty then)
Zav sighed softly as he walked through the stations corridors. Damn it. He was stuck here. His ride had left, and now he was stuck on a small station. Not even a planet! He swore under his breath, the fact that people gave him a wide berth not escaping his notice. Today his eyes were a brilliant green, but with the telltale golden ring that all the Sha'liss had. That was why people didn't like to even look at him. Murderer. Thief. Liar. Criminal. Those were the names people called his kind. They were the reasons he couldn't stay in one place too long.
Brella looked out the port window. The usual hustle and bustle went by. Traders, officials, sightseers, and ship crews all went back and forth, back and forth with obvious pattern.
Until suddenly there was an exception. People began to create space. One lonesome-looking sap was getting all sorts of hard looks from the passerby on-station, and the same amount of berth. She watched with curiosity. “Robin,” she called, waving her crew member over, “Take a look at that.”
Robin was hanging upside down from the ceiling when Brella called "hmm, I think he is Sha'liss. She said
Zav stopped, looking around to take stock of his surroundings. He just needed a ride, was all. Just a ride. He could work, too. Problem was, he would have to be on his very best behavior, if they even gave him a second look. Most just saw "Sha'liss" and turned him down. "We don't need a stinking thief on our ship." Was what he was usually told. He shook his head slightly. A child nearby stared at him curiously, and he stuck his tongue out at it, smirking. The child started crying, and the mother gave him a dark look, hurrying the other way.
Brella gave Robin a curious look, “Yeah. My thoughts exactly.”
She wasn’t about to mention she had no idea what a Sha-whatzit was. She was more interested in the guy himself. He had a reputation, it seemed. That could earn her some valuable skill on the ship, so long as he was looking for honest pay. All she needed to do was convince him she was as good as a professional gig.
Gathering her Mechanist jacket and laser pistol, she slid down the pole leading from the cockpit to the ship’s workshop and walked out onto the dry dock, looking for the stranger.
Robin wasnt too far behind Brella and flew just above her head.
Zav kept walking, adjusting his jacket slightly so the collar was up by his chin. His eyes darted around, and he sighed softly. What was the odds anyone would be looking for someone to work, and wouldn't care that he was Sha'liss? The odds were very small. Liar, murderer, thief, heartbreaker, kidnapper… The list of accusations. He sighed softly.
There
He was out of the main crowd now, just crew and souvenir shops blocking her view from him. She closed the gap and waved as she approached. “Howdy, stranger,” she called, lowering her voice as she got closer, “You looking for work?”
Zav's eyes flashed to her, that telltale golden ring bright and obvious. "Yes." He replied calmly. "If you're looking to hire." And if you don't care I'm Sha'liss. He added in his mind. He studied this strange woman carefully, ready for a fight if need be.