Pygmalion

The place where space and time are bent as ships travel through hyperspace to get to their destinations.

Re: Pygmalion

Postby K-Bar on Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:31 pm

"Again.. can't argue with that," Berlin replied, his eyebrow still slightly raised. "Although, playing devil's advocate here, the Force HAS helped out a lot in some places. Maybe not you and me, but it's definitely.. helped."

He shrugged. "Then again, it has also hurt people, so your point still holds. And I wish I had known that about him before I took him in as part of the crew.. Sure, the Force made him more useful, but..." He glanced over at the crushed door. "..also more of a threat."

He leaned back on the floor of his cell, linking his hands behind his head. "Anyways.. How much time do we have till we get there?"
Broken desolation,
Every hope now lays alone.
Trust forever shaken,
Reaching out to the unknown.
All the times we had and shared,
You push them to the past.
Afterwards I've come to see,
Love can never last.
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby almighty_smiley on Sat Jun 07, 2008 5:23 pm

"Approximately one hour, seven minutes, twenty-three seconds from now."

Crow stood in the doorway, taking no notice toward Peko and the prisoner. Moving into the darkness of the brig, his irises almost seemed to glow a brighter red than normal. His head turned to merely scan his side of the room before his eyes rested on the two humans situated before him. The burning eyes gazed at Berlin as Crow reached into the pocket of his pants. After fishing for a few seconds, he found his target: a small food stick pack. He kept one handy at all times in the field: the brand supposedly contained supplements that returned vital minerals and energies to the body for 89 % of the galaxy's sentients.

Without so much as a thought, he sent the thing sailing into the roof, through a small hole. A small clank is heard as the packet hits something, and then falls into Berlin's cell right at his feet.

"What have you two been doing?"
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby SomethingDifferent on Mon Jun 09, 2008 7:01 am

Peko jerked at the sudden new voice, then visibly blanched as she saw Crow throw something over her head at the Captain. Of course, some of the more sympathetic crewmen knew she came down here frequently, it was the only way she could get him alone half the time, but Crow? As much of a liking she had taken to him, he was still Lecter's right hand. Not a man who could be exactly trusted. If he told...and if he had been there long, and heard ANYTHING important, she could have given herself away right now. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.

"H-...Hey, Crow. What brings you down here during a hyperspace jump?" Peko forced herself to sound nonchalant, as if her visiting the exiled ex-head of the Pygmalion wasn't something that could get her thrown out of the airlock if the new "Captain" knew. She shot a warning glance back into the cell, quickly taking in the sight of the obect now at the inmate's feet. "And why are you giving him a crash packet? Is it your turn to feed him or something?"

Her hand, the one closest to the plate holding her wrench, tensed. One couldn't be too careful in these situations; that was a lesson she had learned all too well years ago.
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby K-Bar on Mon Jun 09, 2008 7:26 pm

Berlin raised an eyebrow as the food packet landed at his feet, then looked at the machine. His eyes slid over to Peko briefly before focusing once more on the fake Kiffar. "Aw, we're taking turns now, are we? That's sweet. I'm touched, really I am." He reached over and picked up the packet. "Don't see any reason to complain, though.. Any food is good."

He opened it and looked over the contents, but didn't take a bite. "Although I don't get WHY Mr. ..Crow, here, would want to take the job. People might think he's taken a liking to me." He had almost called Crow by the mocking nickname he had come up with when he had seen the droid's true form. Hmm.. Must be tired.. Not like me to slip up..

He shrugged. He could have mentioned the fact that an exact measurement of time was meaningless to him without a chronometer, as he had pointed out several times before, but the tension in the room was a bit too stifling for him to take a shot at humor. It would be best to just stick with silence for the time being.
Broken desolation,
Every hope now lays alone.
Trust forever shaken,
Reaching out to the unknown.
All the times we had and shared,
You push them to the past.
Afterwards I've come to see,
Love can never last.
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby almighty_smiley on Tue Jun 10, 2008 1:43 am

The droid turned to the young woman near him.

"Merely a gesture of courtesy."

The droid moved toward his bunk and grabbed a barrel, one of many containing his replacement skin. With minimal effort, Crow dragged it to the cell, plunking himself down on the metal container. It creaked slightly, and unknown to the mechanical assassin, it had started to leak. The fiery red eyes turned between Berlin and Peko.

Both had tensed up when he had entered the brig. Both had an apprehension to The Captain. The risk factor, or probability of Crow being wrong about his assumption, was 62 %.

There had been worse: the probability of failure for the sacking of the depot was in excess of 90 %, and here he was.

"Captain Siralis?"

The droid paused, hanging his head in a simulation of angst. Crow looked toward the young woman, internally tweaking his voice from his normal, stoic tone to a far more menacing baritone. Had Crow been programmed to always speak with emotion, it probably would have been no surprise. But for somebody that usually had no trace of feeling, it came across not only as frightening (especially with the photoreceptors shining through the eye coverings), but almost out of place.

"I hate the kriffing rodder as much as you two do."
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby SomethingDifferent on Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:28 pm

No one seemed to move, or even to breathe. Peko's eyes were locked on Crow's, as if searching for the answer to an unspoken question, her face blank like a mask. The odd red tinge of the light (where was that light coming from, anyway), caught the grey in her eyes and turned them almost pink. When she finally broke the silence, her voice had the barest hint of a tremble. If her heart was pounding, adrenaline flooding her system from the suddenness of being discovered, she gave no sign.

"Whatever you're talking about, buddy, I'd think you would be wiser leaving it alone."
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby almighty_smiley on Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:11 am

Crow remained silent, his "eyes" burning into Peko. Why wouldn't she believe him? Nodding solemnly, the machine stood up and walked out of the room, throwing back one last remark.

"Based on the fluctuation of space-time, we hit a wormhole. Our travel time has been significantly reduced. The new ETA is..."

The machine stops as the ship suddenly lurches forward slightly.

"...now."
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