Moldie
Modpurger Edgelord
Act 1 - The fellowship of the ship
Ethereal blue light emanated from the visors striping over Madelyn's welding mask, sparks bounced of it as her blowtorch slowly made it’s way around a pipe. She was sitting in a cramped room with walls, roof and floor made out of various cables and pipes labeled with enigmatic numbers and letters. Her mask’s visors suddenly gave of a few blinks before turning off as it swiftly with a sharp sound retracted into a metal arch fallowing her hairline. A few drops of sweat ran down her face as the room was really starting to heat up. She grabbed a firm hold of the pipe she’d just been working on and gave it a few good tugs, it sat like stone; another job well done. Her toolbox scrambled as she dropped the blowtorch in it before crouching through a narrow tunnel of even more control panels and pipes.
The small tunnel led into a extensive metal corridor with splashes of orange detailing, in front of her was a long stretch of windows with nothing but a black void spattered of stars behind them. As she came out of the darkness her pure white tank top lit up in the stale facility lighting, a pair of dull green heavy duty military pants tucked into a pair of hefty brown boots covered the lower half of her body. She stretched her muscular arms towards the ceiling with a muffled groan.
A young man that had been waiting outside swiftly approached her, “You really do work fast eh?” he looked at the small opening in the wall behind her, “You’re rather nimble for your size as well...”. Her eyes darted onto him “You calling me fat?”, his smile ran away. “Uh.. N, No.. I just mean, you’re.. Eh, very tall.. And eh…”, she sighed and looked down on him with a raised eyebrow, “It’s a joke, Kellerman. Just go report that the problem is fixed, I’m taking a break.”.”Will do!” he a bit nervously exclaimed before with a relieved expression turning around and swiftly pacing away. Madelyn with rached far down into one of her deep pockets and scrambled up a pack of cigarettes and took a second to decide which one to take. When she found the right one she put it in between her scarred lips and lit it with a good old fashion lighter. Relaxed she leaned towards the wall behind her exhaling a haze of dull smog. Lifting her reddish a bit frayed hair she scratched her neck revealing an old military tattoo depicting her rank as a captain of the field mechanics branch.
After a refreshing smoke break she grabbed her toolbox and started walking down the long burnished pathway. She passed many aliens of questionable origin, humans and robots, this was truly a place of diversity. She scanned her hand on a luminescent blue screen with the depiction of a hand on it and a metal door with the label “C-sector locker rooms” on it opened. The room she entered had its walls covered with orange lockers and a few wooden benches with hooks made for hanging clothes on in the middle. She was the only one there and it was dead quiet. With her eyes on the lockers she followed the wall until a locker with the name “Madelyn Knight” on it came by, she put her thumb on a small blue screen on the locker and the industrial like sound of catches releasing could be heard. Inside of the locker her military jacket hung, as well as her service rifle. The first thing she did was putting on her battle scarred dog tags that had been attached to a chain, secondly she changed into her HC military uniform. Before leaving the locker room she grabbed ahold of her rifle and hung it by a leather strap over her shoulder. As she walked out the door a passing guard stopped to salute, and she did likewise before continuing to stroll down the massive corridors of the Al’Kutbay.
View attachment 171974
(Sorry att den sista biten var lite seg/dåligt skriven.)
Ethereal blue light emanated from the visors striping over Madelyn's welding mask, sparks bounced of it as her blowtorch slowly made it’s way around a pipe. She was sitting in a cramped room with walls, roof and floor made out of various cables and pipes labeled with enigmatic numbers and letters. Her mask’s visors suddenly gave of a few blinks before turning off as it swiftly with a sharp sound retracted into a metal arch fallowing her hairline. A few drops of sweat ran down her face as the room was really starting to heat up. She grabbed a firm hold of the pipe she’d just been working on and gave it a few good tugs, it sat like stone; another job well done. Her toolbox scrambled as she dropped the blowtorch in it before crouching through a narrow tunnel of even more control panels and pipes.
The small tunnel led into a extensive metal corridor with splashes of orange detailing, in front of her was a long stretch of windows with nothing but a black void spattered of stars behind them. As she came out of the darkness her pure white tank top lit up in the stale facility lighting, a pair of dull green heavy duty military pants tucked into a pair of hefty brown boots covered the lower half of her body. She stretched her muscular arms towards the ceiling with a muffled groan.
A young man that had been waiting outside swiftly approached her, “You really do work fast eh?” he looked at the small opening in the wall behind her, “You’re rather nimble for your size as well...”. Her eyes darted onto him “You calling me fat?”, his smile ran away. “Uh.. N, No.. I just mean, you’re.. Eh, very tall.. And eh…”, she sighed and looked down on him with a raised eyebrow, “It’s a joke, Kellerman. Just go report that the problem is fixed, I’m taking a break.”.”Will do!” he a bit nervously exclaimed before with a relieved expression turning around and swiftly pacing away. Madelyn with rached far down into one of her deep pockets and scrambled up a pack of cigarettes and took a second to decide which one to take. When she found the right one she put it in between her scarred lips and lit it with a good old fashion lighter. Relaxed she leaned towards the wall behind her exhaling a haze of dull smog. Lifting her reddish a bit frayed hair she scratched her neck revealing an old military tattoo depicting her rank as a captain of the field mechanics branch.
After a refreshing smoke break she grabbed her toolbox and started walking down the long burnished pathway. She passed many aliens of questionable origin, humans and robots, this was truly a place of diversity. She scanned her hand on a luminescent blue screen with the depiction of a hand on it and a metal door with the label “C-sector locker rooms” on it opened. The room she entered had its walls covered with orange lockers and a few wooden benches with hooks made for hanging clothes on in the middle. She was the only one there and it was dead quiet. With her eyes on the lockers she followed the wall until a locker with the name “Madelyn Knight” on it came by, she put her thumb on a small blue screen on the locker and the industrial like sound of catches releasing could be heard. Inside of the locker her military jacket hung, as well as her service rifle. The first thing she did was putting on her battle scarred dog tags that had been attached to a chain, secondly she changed into her HC military uniform. Before leaving the locker room she grabbed ahold of her rifle and hung it by a leather strap over her shoulder. As she walked out the door a passing guard stopped to salute, and she did likewise before continuing to stroll down the massive corridors of the Al’Kutbay.
View attachment 171974
(Sorry att den sista biten var lite seg/dåligt skriven.)
Last edited by a moderator: