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Drifter
Dec 11, 2008 22:04:23 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 11, 2008 22:04:23 GMT -5
Celina fiddled with a small puzzle she had found on the ship she'd hi-jacked, sitting stretched out over the main control's seat. It had been a year and so far she had avoided capture over her theft, though as it was the ship was just drifting uselessly after a piece of debris had torn through one of the thrusters. She'd had to salvage what she could before locking herself in the airtight room. Either way, she was just a sitting duck now and either they'd find her and bring her in or she'd suffocate or starve to death. That, coupled with her boredom, was starting to drive her a bit stir crazy.
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Drifter
Dec 11, 2008 22:09:23 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 11, 2008 22:09:23 GMT -5
She hears a couple of warping sounds just outside the room. She has apparently been spotted by someone and are now searching the ship for any signs of life.
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Drifter
Dec 11, 2008 22:12:14 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 11, 2008 22:12:14 GMT -5
'Oh, well what do you know... visitors,' Celina mused, tossing the unsolved puzzle onto a nearby table with a clatter before sitting up properly in the chair.
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Drifter
Dec 11, 2008 22:16:20 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 11, 2008 22:16:20 GMT -5
There was some talking from the door before a silhouette fazed into the room. He appeared to be an anthromorphic lion with his mane shaved to an indian-style hairdo, wearing a strange robe with platinum sleeves, bronze cuffs, a silver scarf with gold trimmings, and a cape on his back shaped like the symbol of the Beast World, but with a cave painting of a buffalo in front of it.
He appears to be studying her with his tail flicking side to side, contemplating whether she should be saved or not.
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Drifter
Dec 11, 2008 22:18:37 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 11, 2008 22:18:37 GMT -5
"Yo," Celina said in greeting upon seeing him, giving a small wave while flashing a grin. No doubt there was probably a report set out about the missing ship, though whether that was known to her visitors or not was beyond her.
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Drifter
Dec 11, 2008 22:28:57 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 11, 2008 22:28:57 GMT -5
The lionel continues to look at her before turning to the door.
"I have found a survivor," he said with a strange, native tone, "We must bring this shiny thundercloud back and check it over for damage."
Two more people warp into the room beside him, one being a female with light blonde, wavy hair, and another male, human-like, but appears to be slightly pale in the skin. He has orange hair and wears red-rimmed glasses. Both wore the same robes as the Lionel, only their capes show different. The girl's cape represents Holy Lunaria, while the male's represense the FSA.
The girl walks over to Celina and lightly grasps her shoulders, "Hold still."
In an instant, the room around her glows brightly before fading to reveal her in some kind of waiting room like those at airports. Many other beings of different species wander around here, seeming to be waiting for some kind of assistance. Many of them are being spoken to by either a robot, or another creature baring the same robes with capes representing a different nation.
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Drifter
Dec 11, 2008 22:37:53 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 11, 2008 22:37:53 GMT -5
While that was certainly a neat way of travel, Celina didn't think it would be her most favourite way. The question was, where was she now? It wasn't any place she recognized, giving a look around to examine the place more thoroughly to see if there was some clue as to where she was exactly.
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Drifter
Dec 11, 2008 22:42:41 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 11, 2008 22:42:41 GMT -5
"This is Cygaxia," the girl said, seeming to sense Celina's cuiosity, "I'm sorry for the sudden intrusion. But our scanners picked up a craft belonging to someone who reported it stolen. I'm afraid you'll have to wait here a while until we can confirm where it belongs and how it wound up in your care."
She didn't appear to have any physical emotions, almost as if she didn't seem to care what she's doing as long as it's done and finished.
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Drifter
Dec 11, 2008 22:45:18 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 11, 2008 22:45:18 GMT -5
"I'm in no rush anyways," Celina replied a bit nonchalantly. It wasn't the first time she'd been caught out, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. She'd probably have to pay for damages though and her uncle would most likely be fit to murder her if and when she returned home.
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Drifter
Dec 11, 2008 22:50:58 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 11, 2008 22:50:58 GMT -5
The girl continues to look at her before heading off.
There are plenty of seats in the room Celina had been brought to. She need more than sit on one of them and wait.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 13:54:26 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 13:54:26 GMT -5
Celina stretched out over a seat, making herself comfortable for the wait.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 15:28:26 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 15:28:26 GMT -5
A few hours pass. Because of reports of wars breaking out throughout the universe, it possible this Cygaxia is struggling to get information on the stolen vehicle while scrambling to reestablish the non-agression pact the empires made.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 15:37:52 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 15:37:52 GMT -5
Celina finally got up out of boredom after a while, taking it upon herself to wander and perhaps find a way out. There was only so long she'd wait after all.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 15:48:17 GMT -5
Post by White-Jet on Dec 12, 2008 15:48:17 GMT -5
There were plenty of doorways leading to, what appears to be, a Tron-like environment. There were more robot and robe-draped species lurking around than "normal" people.
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Drifter
Dec 12, 2008 15:51:10 GMT -5
Post by Christi on Dec 12, 2008 15:51:10 GMT -5
Celina looked everything over with a passing curiosity, tempted to find a hanger where she could either stow away on a ship to get out of there or to hot-wire another one to her liking.
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