Kassandra
Member
#44
Interaction: Nova (
Ghoulina
)
W.I.I. ended up proving a perfect place for 44 to put up her feet and relax. After a decade of hiding out and waiting for Deri to sort itself out after she was complicit in the overthrowing of her home planet's government, and killing everyone in left in line to rule in the new world order the Forces of Deri tried to install, her skills had only honed themselves further. She decided, on the eve of her 30's, enough was enough. No matter what political state Deri was in, enough time had passed that she was no longer a priority. And their minimal outreach meant there was slim chances of some plucky bounty hunter tracking her down, or of her being happened upon by a particularly observant tourist. Yes, the life of a spacer was the one for her, only at home among the stars. It was a damn good thing W.I.I. wasn't in the habit of asking too many questions about their potential employees when they smelled value, and it was value 44 delivered.
Some 30-odd years later, she had "graduated" from five crews, this latest stint on board the Sunshine 5 being her sixth time setting foot on board a new ship. Crews like these were hardly starship-class, and seldom lasted longer than a few years. They were glorified mailmen, so only once out of two-dozen times did their stories end in a blaze of glory like the stories often said. Usually, they either slipped up and earned a bad reputation, forcing them to start flying under a new flag, or people just started leaving to take better opportunities, leaving their gunsmith alone in the dust. 44 was much wiser now, but her youth left a distaste for war in her mouth. Work like this occasionally involved the odd battle, but it was never driven by some big agenda. W.I.I.'s crews were just impartial couriers. Nothing more. And that was enough for her to sleep at night.
Walking down the hanger, 44 occasionally peered behind her to make sure her hover-ons hadn't caught themselves on some sharp corner, while also keeping a sharp eye out for her new crewmates. By the third time she'd done this song-and-dance, she learned of an easy trick to finding her way. Just to look around for a group of people introducing themselves. Adorable. But to a vet like her, there was only one person that she cared about knowing who she was off the get-go. Surely, there would be chances to get to know each other later.
44 assumed that little gathering was going to be her landmark, but it ended up being the ship itself that did the trick. She always assumed the corporations only handed out ships that had some modicum of professionalism to their aesthetics, but this vessel was truly deserving of its name. Perhaps it was also the number in its designation, or simply her adoration for more flamboyant styles, but she found the Sunshine 5 downright stylish. The flair of a corvette-class vessel, with the size of a small freighter? What was there not to love? Something told 44 that her experiences to come would be quite special, indeed. Already sold on the vessel, it was the crew she was yet to be impressed by. A mountainous suit of armor and an android, several mousy-lookng types that were surely the brains of the crew, a tall, yet stocky elephant who on first glance seemed like they'd be more at home making audiences gush over their innocent features, and finally, the only woman who's opinion among them mattered right then. 44 scooted (and shoved) her way between them all, until she was at arms length from her new boss. Her mobile luggage followed behind her, and promptly parked themselves beside her feet once she stopped walking.
"Captain Udonta. I'm 44. Name, not my age. Pick a hand and shake it, because uh, it looks like your crew's already weaseling their way on board."
Interaction: Nova (
Ghoulina
)W.I.I. ended up proving a perfect place for 44 to put up her feet and relax. After a decade of hiding out and waiting for Deri to sort itself out after she was complicit in the overthrowing of her home planet's government, and killing everyone in left in line to rule in the new world order the Forces of Deri tried to install, her skills had only honed themselves further. She decided, on the eve of her 30's, enough was enough. No matter what political state Deri was in, enough time had passed that she was no longer a priority. And their minimal outreach meant there was slim chances of some plucky bounty hunter tracking her down, or of her being happened upon by a particularly observant tourist. Yes, the life of a spacer was the one for her, only at home among the stars. It was a damn good thing W.I.I. wasn't in the habit of asking too many questions about their potential employees when they smelled value, and it was value 44 delivered.
Some 30-odd years later, she had "graduated" from five crews, this latest stint on board the Sunshine 5 being her sixth time setting foot on board a new ship. Crews like these were hardly starship-class, and seldom lasted longer than a few years. They were glorified mailmen, so only once out of two-dozen times did their stories end in a blaze of glory like the stories often said. Usually, they either slipped up and earned a bad reputation, forcing them to start flying under a new flag, or people just started leaving to take better opportunities, leaving their gunsmith alone in the dust. 44 was much wiser now, but her youth left a distaste for war in her mouth. Work like this occasionally involved the odd battle, but it was never driven by some big agenda. W.I.I.'s crews were just impartial couriers. Nothing more. And that was enough for her to sleep at night.
Walking down the hanger, 44 occasionally peered behind her to make sure her hover-ons hadn't caught themselves on some sharp corner, while also keeping a sharp eye out for her new crewmates. By the third time she'd done this song-and-dance, she learned of an easy trick to finding her way. Just to look around for a group of people introducing themselves. Adorable. But to a vet like her, there was only one person that she cared about knowing who she was off the get-go. Surely, there would be chances to get to know each other later.
44 assumed that little gathering was going to be her landmark, but it ended up being the ship itself that did the trick. She always assumed the corporations only handed out ships that had some modicum of professionalism to their aesthetics, but this vessel was truly deserving of its name. Perhaps it was also the number in its designation, or simply her adoration for more flamboyant styles, but she found the Sunshine 5 downright stylish. The flair of a corvette-class vessel, with the size of a small freighter? What was there not to love? Something told 44 that her experiences to come would be quite special, indeed. Already sold on the vessel, it was the crew she was yet to be impressed by. A mountainous suit of armor and an android, several mousy-lookng types that were surely the brains of the crew, a tall, yet stocky elephant who on first glance seemed like they'd be more at home making audiences gush over their innocent features, and finally, the only woman who's opinion among them mattered right then. 44 scooted (and shoved) her way between them all, until she was at arms length from her new boss. Her mobile luggage followed behind her, and promptly parked themselves beside her feet once she stopped walking.
"Captain Udonta. I'm 44. Name, not my age. Pick a hand and shake it, because uh, it looks like your crew's already weaseling their way on board."
! But they don't sell them on my stinky old backwards planet!" boomed the poor quality audio, obviously very, very old. The shot pans out and a cheesy, grainy star swipe transition that looks a few centuries old brings WII's logo up on the screen atop a brilliant colored galaxy in the background. "Poor Sally! Thank goodness Waxion Industries Incorporated is here to help, with stalwart, heroic crew mates just like you to save the day!" A WII rep walks through the logo with a sparkly flourish and Nova groans loudly before slumping into a seat.
