::walks past Tanner's office, assuring self that the door is shut and he's not likely to harass ( Read more... )

::wakes to semi-darkness, wincing at discomfort of hard metal bulkhead against tender shoulder::

What the unholy fuck-

::drags eyelids up in vain attempt to see better, sniffing strange air and shaking head::

Transport...::stumbles to feet, wavering slightly at pain in head, then feeling along wall until fingers finally hit crack in gliding ( Read more... )

::stalks around living area of quarters, glaring at mirror_renara::

This is just great.

::kicks subdued male lying on floor, neatly side-stepping the teary-eyed and softly hiccoughing toddler::

How am I supposed to explain this to Travis?!

::fingers small remote sitting on desk absently, lifting it to stare then putting it back down::

::wheels away from computer terminal as the door to adjoining quarters slides open::

Well?

::Having arranged a temporary docking pass for the Delta Flyer, heads off into maze of shops and illicit businesses along lower promenade::

::pauses just outside one of the less shabby establishments, padd in hand, and glances back at companion::

In here.

::pushes door open forcefully, stepping in and adjusting eyes to dim lighting::

I'm going to need permission to work with the Delta Flyer over the next few days.

I have an idea of how to transfer some of the security protocals and technology over to the Belle Nova, but what I need to do it with I'll have to shop for.

I was hoping to take Renara and explore a few of the nearby drifts. Should be back in no time.

::moves across hanger bay, at first studying the craft called Delta Flyer from a distance, then moving closer, taking in slight cratches and such on the outer hull::

Still a beauty...::steps over to door, examining the access system ( Read more... )