Morgan was restless ( Read more... )

Morgan had been in Hydroponics when the message first came over the comm system. He had exactly enough time to frown at his omnicomm before the power limiters engaged and the hyperspace compartments in his cloak failed. Like some outtake from a horrible collision of the Matrix and Harpo Marx, the entire contents of that space fell back into ( Read more... )

Following you awakening and talking with a few of the members through the communication systems by way of the three kind people who had awakened her, Nezaitben realized how the crew was stuck in a terrible mess ( Read more... )

While this had been a bit of a routine now for as long as he could remember being on the ship, Chris felt more at ease training than anything else. While he still was at risk with his asthma, he wasn't feeling the long winded feeling in his lungs as he did back at home. His lungs were slightly better thanks to his medication, and so he had ( Read more... )

Since he'd offered to train people, and using the Three Mountain Dojo's image still hit much too close to home to ever be comfortable, Morgan had resummoned his already-holographic mountaintop dojo. The quiet wide-open building sat calmly atop a high mountain peak, the air crisp and thin as it whistled gently through. A stream from a natural ( Read more... )

Let it never be said that Stacy was not benevolent toward her crew. Truth was, she loved them, to the point of risking her own life. And thus, she'd been busy for quite some time... silently she had worked, trying to get into her own archives and cross-checking references. She was going to help boost morale and give them a gift - show them people ( Read more... )

Morgan having made the call for anyone interested in their potential class to come meet them in the city, they awaited everyone who said they would be attending. The location itself, at least, was easily spotted by those looking for it, so Tim had approved the suggestion by Morgan for the meeting spot. And it did have a training room ( Read more... )

Lightning was restless.

It was a relatively normal state for her to be in, especially since she felt almost like she stuck out like a sore thumb among the crew of strangers, not having found her "niche" yet. It didn't help she'd been lucky enough to completely miss out on a big and violent event, whisked off to run mazes instead.

( and you can't hold me down; )

( The Terrible Twins tower of terror )

It has been some time since she first entered the pod caverns. She's lost track of it-- it's hard to tell time in this ship to begin with, and so without any sort of measure here it's especially hard ( Read more... )