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Captain Aksel
"A boon in the pits?" Aksel questioned Cu's suggestion after he had gentle unpeeled the Captain from a tight and personal encounter. She felt rather small from the second she had to first use the edge of the table as a boost to reach him to feeling herself being easily picked off as if she were a fragile child. But in the midst of it, Aksel managed to alarm the beast, catching him off guard and thus so engaging a choke hold moments before. She had speed, flexibility, and agility. He on the other hand had something she didn’t… “I like the sound of it.” She peaked a smile, excited, though it be rare to ever spot the Captain smiling. She was a stiff-posed creature and a worrier, but now, now things were piecing together. “My speed and your strength. Looking forward to working with you, Cu.” Aksel turned around and paced a few steps forward towards the door before stopping, “Cu, I trust you.” Aksel’s trust Cu earned it, he picked her up when she was down literally. But with her trust, there came accountability and potential sacrifices.
Next on Aksel's agenda- the Lieutenant. Was Aksel disappointed that he had appeared absent in the meeting, yes, highly that was. In fact, you could edge closer to saying Aksel was more than agitated by it- infuriated. I swear, Laux, if I find you hung over... A cop committed to his booze, addicted to it. His alcoholism deteriorate dignity where in the past it has deteriorate a lot of many things Aksel dreads to recall. But she cannot forget the stranger who dodged a bullet for her, it is by luck he breathes. He is a miracle walking, or staggering and stumbling depending on how many drinks. But the fact that he were the only one to remain unattended of an urgent meeting brought Aksel storming down the corridors of the ship, headed to his quarters. Or so she had planned...
Suddenly alarms, a dip to the ground with gain of a bloody nose that struck the surface first. The Excursionist rumbled and rocked with affection of a lone missile penetrating through its metal exterior. From then Aksel sighted rubble upon heat and flame tumble beneath the space once honing position of the lieutenant's quarters. "Lieutenant!? Lieutenant Caldera, come in Lieutenant!" Aksel barked the call through intermission of the com. No respond, but plenty of panic. "Laux!" Now using his first name, it was improper or Aksel to voice it verbally, yet this was who saved her life, it would only be fair justice to do the same.
She attempted to crawl through the debris of the attack, listening to her emotions though it further put herself in danger. The others however, well, Aksel desired an immediate evacuation, "Nine!" Aksel switched the com to her Pilot. "Evacuate everyone now! Target the pods to the Nomad!" Aksel panted, trying to catch breath while unintentionally inhaling fumes from the fires. "The lieutenant, h-he's not responding! The rest of you are going to have to get going--- I'll be there ASAP with Caldera." This was Aksel's fault, or so she held the blame down in weight when it came to her conscience. Shutting the ship offline neutralized the radar, allowing hostiles- whoever they may be, the Council or scoundrels- to lead a successful wounding hit.
Next on Aksel's agenda- the Lieutenant. Was Aksel disappointed that he had appeared absent in the meeting, yes, highly that was. In fact, you could edge closer to saying Aksel was more than agitated by it- infuriated. I swear, Laux, if I find you hung over... A cop committed to his booze, addicted to it. His alcoholism deteriorate dignity where in the past it has deteriorate a lot of many things Aksel dreads to recall. But she cannot forget the stranger who dodged a bullet for her, it is by luck he breathes. He is a miracle walking, or staggering and stumbling depending on how many drinks. But the fact that he were the only one to remain unattended of an urgent meeting brought Aksel storming down the corridors of the ship, headed to his quarters. Or so she had planned...
Suddenly alarms, a dip to the ground with gain of a bloody nose that struck the surface first. The Excursionist rumbled and rocked with affection of a lone missile penetrating through its metal exterior. From then Aksel sighted rubble upon heat and flame tumble beneath the space once honing position of the lieutenant's quarters. "Lieutenant!? Lieutenant Caldera, come in Lieutenant!" Aksel barked the call through intermission of the com. No respond, but plenty of panic. "Laux!" Now using his first name, it was improper or Aksel to voice it verbally, yet this was who saved her life, it would only be fair justice to do the same.
She attempted to crawl through the debris of the attack, listening to her emotions though it further put herself in danger. The others however, well, Aksel desired an immediate evacuation, "Nine!" Aksel switched the com to her Pilot. "Evacuate everyone now! Target the pods to the Nomad!" Aksel panted, trying to catch breath while unintentionally inhaling fumes from the fires. "The lieutenant, h-he's not responding! The rest of you are going to have to get going--- I'll be there ASAP with Caldera." This was Aksel's fault, or so she held the blame down in weight when it came to her conscience. Shutting the ship offline neutralized the radar, allowing hostiles- whoever they may be, the Council or scoundrels- to lead a successful wounding hit.
Hey, I'm happy you guys are hanging in :)
I'm going to upload a post tonight. But I am going to go ahead and announce the space pod pairings:
Pod 1- Cu and Aksel
Pod 2- Nine, Grick, and Pax
Pod 3- Riggs, Ven, and Z
I'm going to upload a post tonight. But I am going to go ahead and announce the space pod pairings:
Pod 1- Cu and Aksel
Pod 2- Nine, Grick, and Pax
Pod 3- Riggs, Ven, and Z
Alright so, the reason why I have not recently posted is not only because life's been hectic, but I've been trying to make plans for the lieutenant. Well, since those who reserved the lieutenant unfortunately can't make it. So, I was thinking of throwing the characters a curve ball with an attack on the ship, missiles will be fired at the Excursionist destroying both the lieutenant's room and the lieutenant himself. The characters will most likely have to evacuate out of space pods, transporting them to the Nomad.
There will be three space pods, one meant for the captain, pilot, and lieutenant, the convicts were never promised an escape when the Council created the Picker ships. But thankfully, the pods were built wide enough for officials of all sizes and species so there will be two groups of three into two pods, and one group of two in the last pod. The pods will be all set to target the Nomad by the main system console, but the pods will all crash in different locations.
I think this makes things so much more intriguing and interactive as the characters now do indeed have a choice, where as Aksel was forcing them. From there, they can try to regroup, refuse, or even find alliances with the Council to turn the Captain in.
How's this for a plan?
There will be three space pods, one meant for the captain, pilot, and lieutenant, the convicts were never promised an escape when the Council created the Picker ships. But thankfully, the pods were built wide enough for officials of all sizes and species so there will be two groups of three into two pods, and one group of two in the last pod. The pods will be all set to target the Nomad by the main system console, but the pods will all crash in different locations.
I think this makes things so much more intriguing and interactive as the characters now do indeed have a choice, where as Aksel was forcing them. From there, they can try to regroup, refuse, or even find alliances with the Council to turn the Captain in.
How's this for a plan?
@Bourgeoisie Yeah, nah, sarcasm does not come natural to me.
@Bourgeoisie Oh yeah! Duh, how couldn't I think of that? Haha.
@Bourgeoisie Hmmmm.... I wonder what that means...
Captain Aksel
PSS Excursionist: The Commons Room
When Cu remained calm, Aksel became disappointed. She expected a carnage, awaiting the moment to drop her two arms from his neck and circle around his torso with her other pair to dodge a skinning. But no, he froze with a huff. Guilt struck Aksel's heart strings. So, the rehabilitation program worked, he was a civil being. Even when potential attacked, the bulking hulking murderer persisted with a peace and stillness about him. He deserved to be freed, like the rest of them. Is freedom worth sacrificing for a future’s sake? Even if Aksel did nothing but what the Council commanded, would witnesses be restricted, detained because of knowledge? Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is deadly.
“We have two approaches,” she continued while loosening her grip and eventually hanging on with a hug around his neck. “Dealing with slavers or dealing in death matches…” The Captain circled around Cu by maneuvering herself with bruised arms. Yes, she still felt sore, hence her grunts when twirling to position herself face to face. She held his jaw in her hand, lifting his face to hers. “Senseless violence. It is not foreign on the Nomad, and it doesn’t have to be with me.” They would be making money on the side with wins on Aksel and she felt safer that as a supposed slave she would still be under the ownership of Cu. Though the concern is a Villianian duelist would bring unwanted attention. Yet even if the Council discovered Aksel, they could easily attempt to kill her in the arena. It would be an attempt, but a fair one, as Aksel will face other bloodthirsty opponents. “Hence, why I was suffocating you and why I am grappled against you now. Some hand-to-hand combat for practice? If you disagreed, fine…" She gave him a choice, unlike the rest of the crew where questioning her meant reckoning with her. "But know, I don’t stand strong with what can potentially go wrong with me in trifling with real slavers. It can be rough... rough for Villianians out there. At least in that scenario, my one master would be you. ”
“We have two approaches,” she continued while loosening her grip and eventually hanging on with a hug around his neck. “Dealing with slavers or dealing in death matches…” The Captain circled around Cu by maneuvering herself with bruised arms. Yes, she still felt sore, hence her grunts when twirling to position herself face to face. She held his jaw in her hand, lifting his face to hers. “Senseless violence. It is not foreign on the Nomad, and it doesn’t have to be with me.” They would be making money on the side with wins on Aksel and she felt safer that as a supposed slave she would still be under the ownership of Cu. Though the concern is a Villianian duelist would bring unwanted attention. Yet even if the Council discovered Aksel, they could easily attempt to kill her in the arena. It would be an attempt, but a fair one, as Aksel will face other bloodthirsty opponents. “Hence, why I was suffocating you and why I am grappled against you now. Some hand-to-hand combat for practice? If you disagreed, fine…" She gave him a choice, unlike the rest of the crew where questioning her meant reckoning with her. "But know, I don’t stand strong with what can potentially go wrong with me in trifling with real slavers. It can be rough... rough for Villianians out there. At least in that scenario, my one master would be you. ”
Captain Aksel
PSS Excursionist: The Commons Room
Do you know that feeling where you can sense fear, but by the reek of it, the stench is not pungent enough with familiarity? It is when you come to the realization smell is very much irrelevant to you. That it was by sight did you face fear, through the stare into the eyes of a Teufelshunde can you wince at the growling of your stomach in hunger to run, retreat, to fall back on a plan you so merely felt confident in. That was what Aksel read through not Cu’s expression, but his pupils. Even as he brought the words , ”Are you sure…, into a question, Aksel noticed that he was as anxious as she was. Yet, it did not feel 'justified' for him to worry about her. He was a scrap-scratching Picker, her prisoner, not a friend.
The Captain ignored Pax, yet unintentionally because she was side-tracked in searching for the right words to tell Cu no, that her enslavement must consist of other plans. She refused. But, within the mental expedition, Aksel next experienced a tight crushing weight against her flesh. The pressure, it was building, bruising, but in a strange perhaps even masochistic way, it was relaxing. Though the Villianian winced by the touch of it, she devoured a small slow spoonful of reality. Pax extinguished Aksel’s ego, although the only individual who truly suffers from Aksel’s high-horse-mentality was Nine. Yet Pax also did this through not only putting light physical harm against Aksel, but the Picker had also been the only one to question her plan with direct offense. And though the Captain did not notice Pax snatching away the baton for herself, it didn’t matter. Soon enough, her freedom will go with it also- into the hands of mere Pickers. Pax had just shown her through three pervious actions, that Valriya Sereya Yrenea Aksel was no longer in control of the PSS Excursionist. Pax was as essential to the team as everyone else, though Aksel felt the team regarded the drunken Trakqi far less as a laughful nuisance.
After being pressed against the window, Aksel gave Pax a nod in thanks, though she probably did not care nor wanted it. But she proceeded the mission, which deserved gratitude. Shortly, Aksel grabbed the attention of the rest remaining in the room by speaking up with a firm command, perhaps her last one before they hit the Nomad, “Everyone clear the room, except for you Cu. You stay.”
Once all the dismissed had exited the commons room, Aksel shut the door lock once again with the power of her administrative card. She thought of another option, if only it were not so risky. But trifling with real slavers, especially ones of the Teufelshunde race was a path Aksel was not so submissive to take. Her next apparent step was unknown to Cu and would be raised as an obvious surprise. It would be dangerous, but Aksel was not scared of Cu especially after the help he had given her after the fall. By that one action, she believed he respected her, thus she respected him in the same way also. This esteem exchanged between the two was what weighed Aksel’s decision when splitting the groups.
Cu still remained by the window just where Aksel told him to remain. While his back was turn, Aksel jumped with a kick of the table beside her to give an extra lift into midair and the right acceleration to grapple two hands deep onto Cu’s back, digging two hands deeply within his skin and beneath the fur to remain on. Aksel then fastened her second pair of arms against his neck, choking him. Though it being described seems life-threating, Aksel was obvious, if not at least hinted that there was no motive to kill him as she entertained conversation, “Here me out, Cu…”
The Captain ignored Pax, yet unintentionally because she was side-tracked in searching for the right words to tell Cu no, that her enslavement must consist of other plans. She refused. But, within the mental expedition, Aksel next experienced a tight crushing weight against her flesh. The pressure, it was building, bruising, but in a strange perhaps even masochistic way, it was relaxing. Though the Villianian winced by the touch of it, she devoured a small slow spoonful of reality. Pax extinguished Aksel’s ego, although the only individual who truly suffers from Aksel’s high-horse-mentality was Nine. Yet Pax also did this through not only putting light physical harm against Aksel, but the Picker had also been the only one to question her plan with direct offense. And though the Captain did not notice Pax snatching away the baton for herself, it didn’t matter. Soon enough, her freedom will go with it also- into the hands of mere Pickers. Pax had just shown her through three pervious actions, that Valriya Sereya Yrenea Aksel was no longer in control of the PSS Excursionist. Pax was as essential to the team as everyone else, though Aksel felt the team regarded the drunken Trakqi far less as a laughful nuisance.
After being pressed against the window, Aksel gave Pax a nod in thanks, though she probably did not care nor wanted it. But she proceeded the mission, which deserved gratitude. Shortly, Aksel grabbed the attention of the rest remaining in the room by speaking up with a firm command, perhaps her last one before they hit the Nomad, “Everyone clear the room, except for you Cu. You stay.”
Once all the dismissed had exited the commons room, Aksel shut the door lock once again with the power of her administrative card. She thought of another option, if only it were not so risky. But trifling with real slavers, especially ones of the Teufelshunde race was a path Aksel was not so submissive to take. Her next apparent step was unknown to Cu and would be raised as an obvious surprise. It would be dangerous, but Aksel was not scared of Cu especially after the help he had given her after the fall. By that one action, she believed he respected her, thus she respected him in the same way also. This esteem exchanged between the two was what weighed Aksel’s decision when splitting the groups.
Cu still remained by the window just where Aksel told him to remain. While his back was turn, Aksel jumped with a kick of the table beside her to give an extra lift into midair and the right acceleration to grapple two hands deep onto Cu’s back, digging two hands deeply within his skin and beneath the fur to remain on. Aksel then fastened her second pair of arms against his neck, choking him. Though it being described seems life-threating, Aksel was obvious, if not at least hinted that there was no motive to kill him as she entertained conversation, “Here me out, Cu…”
Alright good! I'm going to see if I can get a post up tomorrow.
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