forum RP? I'm bored.

Started February 20, 2018 by Deleted user

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Brella watched through the turret cams. "I am just fucking terrified of this guy, now," she said. She set the turrets to autofire, and went back to the door to guide them in, setting her wings alight with energy.

"We need to get out of here," Mitchell said, ducking behind the ship's entrance.

(Sorry, I haven't had wifi for a while) "Let's go then!" Zix said, zooming off.

Zix and Aizen landed in the open workshop while Brella and Mitchell held ConTech at bay. One hand on a console, the other still shooting her gun, Brella typed the commands closing the door and activating the shield. The door mechanism whirred into motion, closing at double the speed it had opened. She ran back to the cockpit and keyed the intercom, "Mitchell, Aizen, take the turrets. Zix, get up here and point me to your ship."

"It's there." She pointed, "I'll just fly ahead. I don't want to split up though in case Con-Tech officers come back."

Brella nodded, "Take the hatch on the floor of the workshop. We'll stay nearby until you give me the all-clear."

On the intercom she said, "Alright, gunners. We've shaken them slightly for now. We're gonna drop off Zix, get ready to law down more cover for her, Ayai?"

"It's there."

"Let's get out of here!" Mitchell said.

Brella pushed down hard on the controls, picking up speed, then pulled up, hitting the accelerator and hoping that evrything would go well.

Mitchell wasn't sure what to do. There were very few ConTech officers shooting now.

"Mitch!" Brella shouted, "Are my doors closed? All of them? We're leaving atmo in a few seconds!"

"No!" He shouted, noticing that the door he entered was still wide open. "How do I close it?"

"Panel on the starboard side! Red button!"

Brella was panicking now, franically pressing buttons and switching flight gears. She raised her right hand and spoke in Lovuthan, saying a prayer to Human gods.

Mitchell's heart started beating rapidly. He didn't see it. His eyes scanned quickly, one, two, three times before he finally spotted it and nyoomed over to it, then slammed his fist down on the button with the force of a thousand suns.

(Hey, hey, gentle! The Elizia is an old thing, treat her kindly. :))

Brella heard the door close behind her, and punched the accelerator, sending them out of atmosphere.

(sorry lol)
Mitchell collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily. "Sorry about that," he said. "I should've made sure the doors were closed."

Brella leveled the ship out, safely away from conTech. She swiveled around in her seat, letting out a breath, realizing only now that she had been holding it.

"No, you did fine, Killer. We all did. Now," She clapped her hands together, looking at Mitchell, "I believe I promised you cloaking tech?"

"Killer?" He said, chuckling.

"Old Earth expression. My younger sister reads into a lot of history." She explained. Leading Mitchell over to the workshop section of her ship, she patted a chair with long, wide arm rests, covered in metal clips.

"Take a seat, and we'll get this done in time for supper."

"Cool," he said, relaxing into the chair and holding up his bionic arm.

Brella got right to work, unlocking and opening various cabinets and drawers and setting them up in the order she would need them. She started by killing the feeling to his arm, so she wouldn't put him through pain. As she worked, she began humming a little Lovuthan mechanist song.

He sighed, happy to finally be able to relax. Mitchell heard Brella humming. He thought he recognized the song, but wasn't too sure. "What are you humming?" He asked.

"It's a song the Lovuthan mechanists sing to declare their independence from their religious families and societies. Lovestar, our homeworld, has completely banned it, and those of us who sing it do so proudly. We are a rebellious bunch." Brella smiled as she recalled her sister and her other mechanist friends, "I doubt the theocracy is willing to accept my parents now, we were that bad."

He scrunched his brow. "I haven't been keeping myself updated on different cultures, so I'm a bit confused, but it still sounds pretty cool."

Brella laughed as she clicked another part into place, "I don't blame you. Most Lovuthans are deathly afraid that interacting with xenos will anger the gods. Idiots. The mechanists are a group of Lovuthans who recognize that our religion is false, and so instead turn to technology. Humanity has offered its world to us as a safe haven, so here we sit."

"Well, humanity's starting to get it's issues too, I guess. But it could be because I've stolen some of their data and equipment." He shrugged as if stealing from the ConTech government wasn't a big deal.

Brella looked up, a devious grin on her face, "Are you sharing?"

He chuckled, using his human arm to pull out his cell phone. It looked normal, but when he dug his nail into the side, the top popped off and revealed a separate screen beneath it. "I know it's kind of lame, but I hide all of my stolen information in this chip," he explained, pressing a small button on the side. A tiny storage chip popped out of what looked like the audio jack of the cell phone.

Brella gave Mitchell a curious look, "You steal for a living, I see?"

He nodded. "I was abandoned when I was 13, so I had to teach myself how to get by, and ended up having a bit of fun with it. It turned out to be my career."