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Post by Wavelength on Mar 9, 2014 20:42:15 GMT
Yellow continued twisting the metal connectors into a straight position, paying great attention to detail. If this plate was sticking up at any point, that part would grab the atmosphere during re-entry and peel the entire piece off the pelican. After that big hole was opened up, well... the pelican wouldn't last much longer, she reckoned. "How does the training work exactly? Do you guys have a physical fitness and disciplinary course on this ship, or will I be dropped off at a bootcamp somewhere along the way for a while?" she asked as she wondered about the coming days.
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Post by wanderingmagus on Mar 9, 2014 23:53:48 GMT
((Bane and Yellow's conversation continues))
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((Clockwork's minions' conversations continue))
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The wings shimmered in iridescent colors as the Lightreader nodded, then settled into the fully-rendered shapes of Princess Celestia, Twilight, Cadance and Luna, as well as Lord Discord and the eight most influential members of the Homeworld Council. The Alicorn of the Sun spoke first, bowing deeply.
"Welcome to Homeworld, Herdfather Teal of Harmonia. May your days be long and full of Harmony."
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His grandfather's eyes widened as he looked at the symbol, and his face froze for a moment, his eyes flickering from one part of the symbol to another before returning to Cosmic.
"...This... this image... it is good that you did not run this program. This image alone contains the equivalent of 436 petabytes of data detailing portions of..."
He looked around the room, seeming to look THROUGH the walls, not at them, then suddenly became expressionless as he lifted a hoof.
"#̨̧̱̲̺̩͑ͧͬ̚͠ͅi̴̥̗͉̠̘̩̟̳ͫ̾͊̆̕ņ̷̥̝̱̉̓̆̔ͤ̇̽c͐̑̋҉̡͕̼͍͉̀ͅl̺̬̙̦͎ͭ̂ṵ̢̧̻͍̜͇͖̆̈́ͪ̽ͩd̤͚̘̹̣̥̭̱ͯ̇͠ͅe̛̬͙̭̘̰̗̺ͧ͊͑͊̍̊̉ͨ<̞̬̤͖͈͔͇ͭͭ̄͒̽̐̔̀͑͠͞ͅi̦̥̳̣ͫ͜o̧̭̦͇͛͗ͯ̎̈̚ͅs̢͙̩̈́͐̏͐̄̒̇͢͡t̲̬̼̝͓͙̃̓r̨̠̹̩̤̽̈͘ẽ̶͇̫͉̮̩͈ä́ͧͥ̇͏̵̲m̩̟ͪ̾̔̏̔́͟>̛̝͈̪̞̉̔͌̍ͥ̈́̃͂u̒̉͒̌̿́ͭ͏̴͇s̭̻̳̩̦̓͗̂ͭ̄i͋ͧ͘͏̳͕̞͙̞̭͉̝͓n͍̼̞̭͎͍͗͜g̵̖͕̥̮̫̟͕̜̾̌ͣ͗́͟ ̎ͤͮ̇ͭ́ͮͩ͏̴̣̦͈͙̦͚̱͓n̢̟̼̈ͩͦ̓̒͟a̴̶̻̮̜̼̤ͨ͛ͧ̃́m̧̫͇̼ͫ̐̃̀é̘͓͎͕̠͖͔͔͊͒̋͆͡͞s̛̾̆͌̀ͮ̿̒͡҉͙̫p̗̬͓̪͉͍̙̞̃́̅̇̅̀ͤͭa̷̧̧͙̘̦̫͕͎͙ͧͭ̓̆ͤ̀͊̂c̢̡͈ͨ̂͟è̢̪͉̠̼͚̺̗ͅ ͉̘ͭ̀͘͠s̡̗̜̻̰̬̩̞̿̾̽̓̉ͫ̊͂̚t̮͉̥̞̲͒̓͗͢ͅd̸͓͖̗͉̔ͮ̓̍̍͊͒͆̕͜;̡̺̪̯̜͎̙̮̲͐ͦ́̆͢į̷͎̲͙̣̩̗̄ͩͩ͜ͅṅ̷̛͎̺̻̝̃ͣ͋ͣ̽͗͐t̻͖͊̈ͪͦͥ̚̕͜ ̦̜͂̃͊̊ͯ̇͐̈́ͬ͝m̛̙͓̗̻̽̏͜͝a̹̹͎̜̦̐ͭ͞i͕͖̝̳͕̬̲̣̱͆̍̾̂̄̇̂͞ň̷̝͕͇͍͍͛ͮ̆̉͒͊ͩ̂͟(̛̞̬̬̦̬̼̪̰̮̏ͮ͂̿̐͗͂̚)ͭ̑̀͌̿̆ͨͤ͜͏͖͉̩͍͙{̵̱̱̖̐̄͊̎͊̈́͢d̛̥̞̘͚̻̳͊̌ͯ͗e͚͕̫̜͈̤̼̘̙ͯͭ̀f̞͖̺̬͕̭̊̇ͮ̂ͅ ̨̣͚̹̊ͥ͊ͩ̀͝d͋̌̅̿̂ͪͭ͏̺̜̬̭̯̟͚;̛̼̊̔ͦ̌̂͆͡d̸̠̰̪̼̯͍̣͒ͣ̆.̸̟̝̞̟̫̙̳͖̒ͧ̾̓ͭ͑ͩ̉c̢͕̯̥̥̯ͫ͛̉͒͞r̸̵̴̟̮̎̈́e̛̬̞̻̠̝͐̓͂ͪͫ̚à̷̏̃̔ͦͯ̉ͧ͆͝͏̲̜͚̹̤t̢̳̽͛ḛ̠̥̎̀̑ͪͯ͗̚͠͠(̨̛́͊ͪͩ͗͒̉͏͇͖̗̲͔̬̼c̫͕͙̤͖͈̐͋̀šͩ̓̂̃ͯ͏̳̫̩̭̹̙1̭̬̞̱̲̺̟̂̽́ͫ̓ͭͭͯ)̜̣̻ͩͯ͆ͣ̿̓̈͋̏͘͠;̴̮͇̻̱ͯ̄̃r̶̶̦̺͎̃̃̇ͫ̎͂ͦŭ̡̜̜͚̟̈n̸̞̙̻̯̗͇͍̄͒̄̃̿̓ͥ͌̇͟(̰̪ͭ͋̋̐̈̎ͤ͂̏͜͝c̱̬̱̳̦̞̬̤ͣ̎̀͒̐͋ș̭̆̈ͥ̊ͨ̍ͮ̒͝p̨̘͕͕̻̘̜̍ǎ̵̰͔̹̹͔̥ͩͫ̏̇̀͐͛ͅc̴̶̤̝̻̲̜̲̮ͯ̒͢ẽͥ̆ͩ͑ͧͪͣ̑҉̵͈̩͙̠̠͙̱̼͝.̨̛̦̎͜e̶̢͖̩͙̟̫̓̔̔̾͊̏̚x̢͕̊ͧͥͪ̄ͯ̓͒e͕̱̣̫̻̲͖̽̇ͥͧ̽̍)̷̷̵͙͉̼̻̮͗͛̔;̣͉͉̗̬̒ͣ͆ͫ͌̾̑ͭë̢̒͛̌̓҉̜͙̪̦̪͖͓͍ḑ̛͕̼͙̼ͯ̇i̻̯͖͚͖̗ͯ͜͝ͅt̵̮̩̟̰͉̖ͭͤͯ̾͛̚(͙͕͇̭͆ͤ̏͑ͯͭ̀s̤̜̬͍̠̹̄ͤͧ͗h̛ͮ̏͋̾҉͕͕͙̲̞̼̹̘i̻͖͓̮̮̣͎̿͂̀e̶̗̻ͫ͐́͞l̶̢̬̦̳͇̰̩̫͉̆͒̈ͮ͂̓ͯͅd̤̻̫̼̩͎̈̕͠s̜͕͖̮̺̤̲̳̏ͫ̌=͈̳̹͔͈̖́̉ͨ̆̾ͬ̃̓͡1͊ͯͯ҉̡͖̳̦̰̺̬̭;̢̼̩̜̙͚̪̍ͧ͝r̵̢̠̹͕̤͍ͮ͆̐ͦ̊̊͆̋́=͖͖̖̺͖ͯ̾̒ͪ̌ͅ1̵̞̻̖̟͚̪̖͙̦̽̾́̚0̑͢͏̱0̤̝̥̱̰͕̱̜͈ͮ̍̿ͣ̉ͫ̀͘0̲̰̻̱̑ͧ̈ͥ͆ͣ̚;̞̭̖̦͌̂͑̊͆̌̑̋͟͡d̨̢͎̰̝ͨ́̏̽ͪ͊ͨͤ͝=̴̙̰̟̙̰̝̳̲̪ͪd̵̜͉̹̣͚͎̠̪ͣͧ͂͟;̤̠ͪͧ)̵̰͖͇̜͕̥͋ͬ͛̍͐̈͒̿;̵̳̳̼̤̯̖͉͚́̓̉ͥ̓͝}̹̥͍͙̿͐̏̿̆̅ͦͬ̈́̀"
There seemed to be a flash that was not light, a rumble that was not sound, a chill that was not a change in the temperature. The room was suddenly... different, closed, not open. Closed Space and Data Jurisdiction came to mind without any meaning he could comprehend. The entire room seemed to shimmer, though not in a way that was visible or sensed in any normal way. Yet he felt... safe. As if the entire space was a universe on its own, blocked off from any outside access at all, and his grandfather Tech was its god.
"There," sighed the stallion in question, who then turned to Cosmic with a serious expression. "Cosmic. Tell me, very specifically. Did you see a young, teenage-looking pony of any race, emotionless or with the wrong emotion, seeming to appear for half a moment during the incident?"
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Mar 10, 2014 5:39:20 GMT
[...] His grandfather's eyes widened as he looked at the symbol, and his face froze for a moment, his eyes flickering from one part of the symbol to another before returning to Cosmic. " ...This... this image... it is good that you did not run this program. This image alone contains the equivalent of 436 petabytes of data detailing portions of..." He looked around the room, seeming to look THROUGH the walls, not at them, then suddenly became expressionless as he lifted a hoof. " #̨̧̱̲̺̩͑ͧͬ̚͠ͅi̴̥̗͉̠̘̩̟̳ͫ̾͊̆̕ņ̷̥̝̱̉̓̆̔ͤ̇̽c͐̑̋҉̡͕̼͍͉̀ͅl̺̬̙̦͎ͭ̂ṵ̢̧̻͍̜͇͖̆̈́ͪ̽ͩd̤͚̘̹̣̥̭̱ͯ̇͠ͅe̛̬͙̭̘̰̗̺ͧ͊͑͊̍̊̉ͨ<̞̬̤͖͈͔͇ͭͭ̄͒̽̐̔̀͑͠͞ͅi̦̥̳̣ͫ͜o̧̭̦͇͛͗ͯ̎̈̚ͅs̢͙̩̈́͐̏͐̄̒̇͢͡t̲̬̼̝͓͙̃̓r̨̠̹̩̤̽̈͘ẽ̶͇̫͉̮̩͈ä́ͧͥ̇͏̵̲m̩̟ͪ̾̔̏̔́͟>̛̝͈̪̞̉̔͌̍ͥ̈́̃͂u̒̉͒̌̿́ͭ͏̴͇s̭̻̳̩̦̓͗̂ͭ̄i͋ͧ͘͏̳͕̞͙̞̭͉̝͓n͍̼̞̭͎͍͗͜g̵̖͕̥̮̫̟͕̜̾̌ͣ͗́͟ ̎ͤͮ̇ͭ́ͮͩ͏̴̣̦͈͙̦͚̱͓n̢̟̼̈ͩͦ̓̒͟a̴̶̻̮̜̼̤ͨ͛ͧ̃́m̧̫͇̼ͫ̐̃̀é̘͓͎͕̠͖͔͔͊͒̋͆͡͞s̛̾̆͌̀ͮ̿̒͡҉͙̫p̗̬͓̪͉͍̙̞̃́̅̇̅̀ͤͭa̷̧̧͙̘̦̫͕͎͙ͧͭ̓̆ͤ̀͊̂c̢̡͈ͨ̂͟è̢̪͉̠̼͚̺̗ͅ ͉̘ͭ̀͘͠s̡̗̜̻̰̬̩̞̿̾̽̓̉ͫ̊͂̚t̮͉̥̞̲͒̓͗͢ͅd̸͓͖̗͉̔ͮ̓̍̍͊͒͆̕͜;̡̺̪̯̜͎̙̮̲͐ͦ́̆͢į̷͎̲͙̣̩̗̄ͩͩ͜ͅṅ̷̛͎̺̻̝̃ͣ͋ͣ̽͗͐t̻͖͊̈ͪͦͥ̚̕͜ ̦̜͂̃͊̊ͯ̇͐̈́ͬ͝m̛̙͓̗̻̽̏͜͝a̹̹͎̜̦̐ͭ͞i͕͖̝̳͕̬̲̣̱͆̍̾̂̄̇̂͞ň̷̝͕͇͍͍͛ͮ̆̉͒͊ͩ̂͟(̛̞̬̬̦̬̼̪̰̮̏ͮ͂̿̐͗͂̚)ͭ̑̀͌̿̆ͨͤ͜͏͖͉̩͍͙{̵̱̱̖̐̄͊̎͊̈́͢d̛̥̞̘͚̻̳͊̌ͯ͗e͚͕̫̜͈̤̼̘̙ͯͭ̀f̞͖̺̬͕̭̊̇ͮ̂ͅ ̨̣͚̹̊ͥ͊ͩ̀͝d͋̌̅̿̂ͪͭ͏̺̜̬̭̯̟͚;̛̼̊̔ͦ̌̂͆͡d̸̠̰̪̼̯͍̣͒ͣ̆.̸̟̝̞̟̫̙̳͖̒ͧ̾̓ͭ͑ͩ̉c̢͕̯̥̥̯ͫ͛̉͒͞r̸̵̴̟̮̎̈́e̛̬̞̻̠̝͐̓͂ͪͫ̚à̷̏̃̔ͦͯ̉ͧ͆͝͏̲̜͚̹̤t̢̳̽͛ḛ̠̥̎̀̑ͪͯ͗̚͠͠(̨̛́͊ͪͩ͗͒̉͏͇͖̗̲͔̬̼c̫͕͙̤͖͈̐͋̀šͩ̓̂̃ͯ͏̳̫̩̭̹̙1̭̬̞̱̲̺̟̂̽́ͫ̓ͭͭͯ)̜̣̻ͩͯ͆ͣ̿̓̈͋̏͘͠;̴̮͇̻̱ͯ̄̃r̶̶̦̺͎̃̃̇ͫ̎͂ͦŭ̡̜̜͚̟̈n̸̞̙̻̯̗͇͍̄͒̄̃̿̓ͥ͌̇͟(̰̪ͭ͋̋̐̈̎ͤ͂̏͜͝c̱̬̱̳̦̞̬̤ͣ̎̀͒̐͋ș̭̆̈ͥ̊ͨ̍ͮ̒͝p̨̘͕͕̻̘̜̍ǎ̵̰͔̹̹͔̥ͩͫ̏̇̀͐͛ͅc̴̶̤̝̻̲̜̲̮ͯ̒͢ẽͥ̆ͩ͑ͧͪͣ̑҉̵͈̩͙̠̠͙̱̼͝.̨̛̦̎͜e̶̢͖̩͙̟̫̓̔̔̾͊̏̚x̢͕̊ͧͥͪ̄ͯ̓͒e͕̱̣̫̻̲͖̽̇ͥͧ̽̍)̷̷̵͙͉̼̻̮͗͛̔;̣͉͉̗̬̒ͣ͆ͫ͌̾̑ͭë̢̒͛̌̓҉̜͙̪̦̪͖͓͍ḑ̛͕̼͙̼ͯ̇i̻̯͖͚͖̗ͯ͜͝ͅt̵̮̩̟̰͉̖ͭͤͯ̾͛̚(͙͕͇̭͆ͤ̏͑ͯͭ̀s̤̜̬͍̠̹̄ͤͧ͗h̛ͮ̏͋̾҉͕͕͙̲̞̼̹̘i̻͖͓̮̮̣͎̿͂̀e̶̗̻ͫ͐́͞l̶̢̬̦̳͇̰̩̫͉̆͒̈ͮ͂̓ͯͅd̤̻̫̼̩͎̈̕͠s̜͕͖̮̺̤̲̳̏ͫ̌=͈̳̹͔͈̖́̉ͨ̆̾ͬ̃̓͡1͊ͯͯ҉̡͖̳̦̰̺̬̭;̢̼̩̜̙͚̪̍ͧ͝r̵̢̠̹͕̤͍ͮ͆̐ͦ̊̊͆̋́=͖͖̖̺͖ͯ̾̒ͪ̌ͅ1̵̞̻̖̟͚̪̖͙̦̽̾́̚0̑͢͏̱0̤̝̥̱̰͕̱̜͈ͮ̍̿ͣ̉ͫ̀͘0̲̰̻̱̑ͧ̈ͥ͆ͣ̚;̞̭̖̦͌̂͑̊͆̌̑̋͟͡d̨̢͎̰̝ͨ́̏̽ͪ͊ͨͤ͝=̴̙̰̟̙̰̝̳̲̪ͪd̵̜͉̹̣͚͎̠̪ͣͧ͂͟;̤̠ͪͧ)̵̰͖͇̜͕̥͋ͬ͛̍͐̈͒̿;̵̳̳̼̤̯̖͉͚́̓̉ͥ̓͝}̹̥͍͙̿͐̏̿̆̅ͦͬ̈́̀" There seemed to be a flash that was not light, a rumble that was not sound, a chill that was not a change in the temperature. The room was suddenly... different, closed, not open. Closed Space and Data Jurisdiction came to mind without any meaning he could comprehend. The entire room seemed to shimmer, though not in a way that was visible or sensed in any normal way. Yet he felt... safe. As if the entire space was a universe on its own, blocked off from any outside access at all, and his grandfather Tech was its god. " There," sighed the stallion in question, who then turned to Cosmic with a serious expression. " Cosmic. Tell me, very specifically. Did you see a young, teenage-looking pony of any race, emotionless or with the wrong emotion, seeming to appear for half a moment during the incident?" Cosmic was surprised to see his grandfather use such strong technopathic abilities, but he quickly regained himself and said, " I myself once, during the final engagement. Other crewmembers saw one right before each of the other ones and all were seen right before the message was delivered. I my self saw a pony with a cutie mark I have never seen before. The mark looked like a phoenix being reborn from its own ashes." Cosmic is somewhat confused but the tech level to create something like this shouldn't exist even on equinox for maybe one thousand years more. Cosmic hopes his answer was something his father wanted to hear. If it wasn't then he might have upset his grandfather. " There was one thing I left out of all the other reports and only told my old friend . The ships that attacked bore the same symbols as those that hit mother's ship some 10 years ago. Also a single part of the message said something about 'Dawn of Chaos'." |
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Post by Bane Emural on Mar 12, 2014 23:33:02 GMT
"Some of us do our training in the boot camps in the military bases back at the Free Systems, and some of us actually do training in the ships. I did mine in boot camp, and so did Flame. Rose actually did her training on this ship. I would be guessing that you will too to save time, because there is plenty of work for the 21st Fleet to do and we don't waste time waiting around, we actually do the job given to us." Suddenly, the Pelican begins to start, but the engines or the thrusters haven't started. The Pelican is shuts off and Rose comes out of the Pelican and gives a claws up, meaning the systems are working now.
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Post by Wavelength on Mar 13, 2014 1:46:38 GMT
Yellow gave an involuntary jump when the pelican's APU turned on, but she managed to avoid crying out in shock. "Good, it's working... just... knock next time!" Yellow shuddered. "If this engine pod rotated, it would've taken my hoof off..."
She took no time finishing that armor plate and stepped back from the craft for a moment, returning her gaze to Stone. "Well, I look forward to the training," Yellow continued, doing everything she could to shake off that mind picture. "Hey, can pelican pilots fill other pilot roles when the troop transports aren't active? I'd love to get trainer time in every one of these ships; It's like I'm in a theme park missing out on all but one of the main attractions!"
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Post by Bane Emural on Mar 14, 2014 12:16:28 GMT
Rose made a giggle gesture before returning to work on the Pelican. She seems a bit tired but is working hard on the interior. "Well, that is up to the Sheriff on whether you and the other recruits can try out these ships. However, I would assume you would go through flight training with each of these ships considering that the Sheriff is letting you choose a ship. And of course, if you want, Rose can make a reservation for this ship for you so that no other can pick this ship until you make a clear choice on what you want to fly." Stone gets up and check on how Rose is doing. She seems to be setting up a program while also conducting repairs on the interior walls. Stone looks at the panel and realizes what it is. He looks at Rose and he sees her smiling. He turns back and walks outside and sits down once again.
The fleet exits out of slips space and into the Ursa 2 system. A tactical map of the area shows up in the bridge. Buckeye looks at the map and sees one of the space stations orbiting around the planet. "This is the 21st Defense Fleet of the Free Systems. We request permission to dock. Do you copy?"
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Post by Wavelength on Mar 14, 2014 19:14:37 GMT
Yellow Light pushed the plate she'd been working on into position, and it snapped on flawlessly. "Great! Rose, I'm just about ready to test the landing gear again, stand by for my mark," she said as she finished bolting the armor segment into its position. She glanced at Stone to make sure he was there, but returned her eyes to her work. "Well, if all goes to plan, I'd love to start out in this TC! I was just wondering if I'd ever get to give the others a try. The simulators will be fine for that, so don't worry there." She finished tightening a final bolt with one of the power tools provided and called Rose. "Toggle landing gear!" she said, stepping back. "Bring it up, wait a moment, then lock it back down." The pelican's armor surrounding the landing gear was now on perfectly, and the transmission within was all cleaned up. After this test, the crane could set the pelican down on its own legs again.
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Post by Teal Turken on Mar 19, 2014 1:49:58 GMT
***** The wings shimmered in iridescent colors as the Lightreader nodded, then settled into the fully-rendered shapes of Princess Celestia, Twilight, Cadance and Luna, as well as Lord Discord and the eight most influential members of the Homeworld Council. The Alicorn of the Sun spoke first, bowing deeply. " Welcome to Homeworld, Herdfather Teal of Harmonia. May your days be long and full of Harmony." ***** // I may screw this post up. It's been nearly a month since I got to post here. I'm okay with one post a week but once a month? That's a bit of a long time to post once. \\ Teal smiles, albeit nervously. Greetings to you all, princes, princesses, lord and Homeworld Council. Your courtesy is much appreciated.The Herdfather takes a breath and a sip of his drink to excuse himself so he may collect his thoughts for just a moment, then rests his drink down in his lap. This imposing manner of speech really isn't his thing. I'm sure you've all prepared for my arrival and are willing to take guests aboard your flagship...or perhaps on the planet? |
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Post by Bane Emural on Mar 19, 2014 11:54:16 GMT
Rose nods and follow's Yellow's instructions. The landing gear seems to be working very well without any sort of problem. The crane sets down the Pelican on its landing gear, the gear holds up the Pelican's weight. The crane reverts back to its position. Rose comes out of the Pelican and gives a claws up. The interiors of the ship, the landing gear, and the thrusters are finished. Most of the armor at the front is done but a few dented armor plates.
"Nice work, now all that needs to be worked on is the armor at the front of the ship. If you need anything, I'll be here." Stone stands there, waiting to give out any sort of assistance. Rose grabs her tools and begins work on the armor.
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Post by Wavelength on Mar 19, 2014 15:44:22 GMT
Yellow stomped her hooves in a little cheer as the pelican's shock absorbers smoothly dampened its weight as the crane lowered it. "That's great news!" she chimed as Stone confirmed the front hull as the only remaining thing in need of repair. She looked over at Stone and giggled as he once again commented on how he was just standing there. "I know that feeling... I hate being a fifth wheel, too. If you want to speed things up, couldn't you just hop on the job and pound armor?" she asked as she disconnected another piece. "I don't think you need to be certified for this part," she laughed.
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Post by Bane Emural on Mar 21, 2014 17:35:17 GMT
Stone gets up and goes to the front of the ship. Rose sees him and backs away. Stone punches the dents out of each armor plate. He finishes and shakes his hoof. "There, its done. Atleast I found myself useful in this whole repair/restore business." Both Rose and Stone looks at the ship and different angle. Stone looks at Rose and sees her being so excited. He smiles and looks back at the Pelican. "Well, its finally done. Wait, we need to etch the names of its new pilots and crew before its officially done. So, which ones you want to do it? Inside, outside, or both?" |
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Post by Wavelength on Mar 22, 2014 5:14:29 GMT
Yellow giggled as Stone punched the plate into position, then grew a little wide-eyed as she heard that the TC was finished. She confirmed the statement by taking a few steps back to look at the craft. "Oh, we're all done! ...Wait, engrave the names of the pilots and the crew?" She looked blank. "Uh... where do the names usually go? And who's the crew? I'm pretty sure Rose and I will be the pilots, right...?" She thought the pelican's crew consisted of nothing more than a pilot and copilot, plus whatever passengers and cargo they were transporting. She didn't know much about the existence of a crew...
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Post by Bane Emural on Mar 23, 2014 7:00:57 GMT
Stone looks at Rose, then back at Yellow. "Rose isn't a pilot. She is a Pelican Crew Chief, and that means she basically handles with passengers, cargo, and vehicle transportation along with defense. One of them being the able use of the back turret in the 'Tray'. She assists can also assist in piloting, though not as good as a regular pilot, even with the piloting experience she has. Basically her main job is to help you with the big stuff and keep you safe. As for the names, you just put them next to the previous names of the pilots and crew. This was previously owned by two pilots and no crew chiefs." Stone goes inside and looks at the interior metal plating with the embedded names. "This was previously owned by Buckeye Starwing, now the Admiral of this fleet, and Aria Sky. Strange, I haven't seen this Aria Sky and none of the senior pilots would talk about her." He walks out of the Pelican.
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Post by Wavelength on Mar 23, 2014 22:13:40 GMT
"Oh, crew chief... you already told me that before. Sorry," Yellow shrugged, wondering who would most likely end up as her copilot. She found her mind wandering about whether or not there should be any difference in organizing the engraved names, but her ears perked up as Stone mentioned that this TC was previously flown by Admiral Buckeye... and... her ears dropped back down at the mention of a copilot who Stone never met and was never discussed by any of the senior pilots. "Do you think you might not have seen her for the same reason that this ship was... y'know... as bashed up as it was?" she suggested quietly. "It would explain nopony wanting to talk about her..."
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Post by Bane Emural on Mar 24, 2014 2:22:31 GMT
Stone looks at Yellow and thinks about it in a moment. "Oh no, you're right. I feel like an idiot right now. No wonder there was no mention of Buckeye's co-pilot. I always seen Buckeye talk with the senior pilots as if he was one of them, then when they start mentioning the 'Good ole Times' they get silent and Buckeye would just walk away." While Stone was talking, Rose mouthed the words 'By the Stars' with a claw slightly covering her mouth. "If you want to know more about this ship, and maybe Aria Sky, you can probably talk to one of the senior pilots, probably ole Sunny at that old Longsword."
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