Post by The Conman on Dec 26, 2016 19:42:38 GMT -5
“Hardlock is good.” The green crewman said on Enarin’s right, the man looking at a panel beside the Corvette’s airlock.
Sia nodded, the man pressed a button, and the door whooshed open. Sia lead the way, followed by Enarin, with Jada in tow. The familiar smells and sounds of the Boska’s largest Carrier, the Eridanus...the teen vaguely remembered it being named after some aspect of some god that ruled the great sea that tied together the universe...some kind of analogy for spacetime, he figured, as they walked the short distance through the docking collar and into the ship.
Enarin wasn’t surprised at the lack of a welcoming committee, the receiving side of the airlock was nondescript and on an external corridor. The submarine like interior of the Carrier, its familiar gray on rust colours, pipes running all over the walls, and vague smell of oil, giving the young man his first real sense of comfort since being stranded for a week. That and the sight of his mom, Donnie, standing, bobbing on the balls of her feet with excitement. As annoying as the woman had a tendency of being, he was glad to finally be home, and to see her again.
“And your back, from outer space, do doo do do do doo dee daaa!” Donnie sang excitedly upon seeing Enarin, striding the short distance over and practically running Sia over in the process to give the teen a hug and a rapid-fire series of kisses on the cheek.
Enarin hugged back, his mother’s familiar voice and annoyingly touchy nature not being entirely unwelcome.
“Holy fuck am I glad you aren’t dead, and you’re in one piece, if you’d bought it Var’d have probab-” Enarin cut his mother off, her hug, though welcome, rather painful on his sunburnt back and arms.
"-I love you too mum OW, sunburn-back-ow-stahp!" He managed to get out before Donnie broke the embrace and held him out at arms length.
“-Holy fuck you’re sunburnt, goddamn kid, you look like a Kaf bean-” Donnie trailed off, Enarin saw Sia roll her eyes in the background, his mother finally releasing him and looking over at Jada.
Donnie loved over to her and, with some awkward initial maneuvering, managed to snag the woman into a hug, and give her a kiss on the cheek, though not sticking around too long, even Donnie could tell Jada was uncomfortable with the whole affair.
“Thank-you for bringing my-” Donnie was cut off by Sia clearing her throat. Donnie glanced over then continued on with Jada.
“-Bringing my son back.” Donnie said, wringing her hands awkwardly, then backing up so the trio was in view.
“ Thank-you Mamma Sia, I owe-” Donnie tried to start, instead being cut off again by the the older, blue-er woman’s croaky voice.
“You owe me nothing, Naysa, however you DO owe your son and his-” Sia paused, catching herself.
“-Your bodyguard here, an apology. You almost killed your only Son, and a very nice woman who also happens to be an exceptional bodyguard....You know I expect better from you, Naysa! How you’re in charge of anything more important than a 7/11 is beyond me! You idiot child, he’s your only son and she’s your best chance of having a grandchild that’s not a ball of fucking fingers!” Sia finished, her bony finger pointing at Donnie in both an accusatory and demeaning manor.
Donnie was, by this point, looking at the floor, well aware of what she’d done, Palakwi having filled her in a few days prior to the full extent of the fuckup that lead to Enarin and Jada being stuck on the planet. She was planning on sitting the pair down once they’d gotten back to the ship and explaining what’d happened and apologizing...Sia, however, seemed to have different plans. Donnie wasn’t overly pleased, and finally looked up, directly at Sia, as the woman was putting her finger away.
The Darker, taller, less blue of the pair crossed her arms, wearing an exasperated expression.
“Sia, I’m not doing this now-” Donnie looked to Enarin and Jada.
“Guys, I’m super sorry about what happened, it was a massive fuckup on my part and I take full responsibility, if you wanna know what happened, I’ll tell you once we’re home-” Donnie paused, and uncrossed her arms, pointing at Sia lazily with her left hand.
“-And you, if you want a copy of the report I’ll send it. Now-” Donnie pointed back down the docking collar they’d just walked in through.
“Get your narrow, blue, geriatric ass off my ship, you don’t get to come here and start shit just because you’re pissed at me.” Donnie commanded, sternly, in a voice rarely heard by Enarin and probably never experienced by Jada.
“I’ll be reporting this to the Council-” Sia started being cut off by Donnie, the blue woman wearing a look that would probably be considered lethal in at least 5 systems.
“I don’t care if you do a fucking striptease, Sia, I don’t answer to you or the Navy, and I AM the Airwing, so go for it, yah old bag, let’s pull that thread.” Donnie challenged, Sia’s nostrils flaring before she looked over at Enarin and Jada. The old woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath and let it out over a matter of seconds.
“It’s been very nice to see you, come here, gimme a hug before I go” Sia said to Enarin in an entirely kind tone, with a broad smile and open arms, beconing the Teen over. He obliged, and gave his elderly great grandmother a hug, the woman planting a kiss on his cheek.
“You treat her right-” Sia said into his earcone, backing up a ways but keeping him close with surprising strength.
“I don-” Enarin started, feigning confusion by shaking his head slightly.
“I wasn’t born last night, kid.” She said, nodding subtly towards Jada, finally letting him go, turning around, her ill-fitting grey robes flowing with the grace of a 2 year old trying to negotiate a mudpit.
“Jada, if you get sick of brains-” Sia was cutoff by Donnie.
“Really? Brains? You’re still doin’ that?” Donnie asked obviously annoyed, Sia continuing, Donnie’s arms crossed again.
“Well if those-” Sia started, gesturing towards Donnie’s boobs.
“- were brains we wouldn’t be in this situation, would we?” She asked matter of factually, the barest hint of a smirk visible at the corners of her tight lips, Sia shaking her head and flipping a lekku over her shoulder, before looking to Jada.
“Dear, my door’s always open.” She said to Jada giving her a pat on the shoulder, before giving Enarin a wave and tottering back into the docking tube, the door closing behind her with a whoosh.
“I’m gonna fucking kill her. ” Donnie said, shaking her head, staring at the docking tube, before turning to go.
------------ Back on the Ship -------------
“WE’RE BAAAAAAAAAAACK!” Donnie called out, as she stepped off the bottom of the ladder at the airlock, Enarin just behind her, followed by Jada.
“Anyone Hoooooem?” She called.
Sia nodded, the man pressed a button, and the door whooshed open. Sia lead the way, followed by Enarin, with Jada in tow. The familiar smells and sounds of the Boska’s largest Carrier, the Eridanus...the teen vaguely remembered it being named after some aspect of some god that ruled the great sea that tied together the universe...some kind of analogy for spacetime, he figured, as they walked the short distance through the docking collar and into the ship.
Enarin wasn’t surprised at the lack of a welcoming committee, the receiving side of the airlock was nondescript and on an external corridor. The submarine like interior of the Carrier, its familiar gray on rust colours, pipes running all over the walls, and vague smell of oil, giving the young man his first real sense of comfort since being stranded for a week. That and the sight of his mom, Donnie, standing, bobbing on the balls of her feet with excitement. As annoying as the woman had a tendency of being, he was glad to finally be home, and to see her again.
“And your back, from outer space, do doo do do do doo dee daaa!” Donnie sang excitedly upon seeing Enarin, striding the short distance over and practically running Sia over in the process to give the teen a hug and a rapid-fire series of kisses on the cheek.
Enarin hugged back, his mother’s familiar voice and annoyingly touchy nature not being entirely unwelcome.
“Holy fuck am I glad you aren’t dead, and you’re in one piece, if you’d bought it Var’d have probab-” Enarin cut his mother off, her hug, though welcome, rather painful on his sunburnt back and arms.
"-I love you too mum OW, sunburn-back-ow-stahp!" He managed to get out before Donnie broke the embrace and held him out at arms length.
“-Holy fuck you’re sunburnt, goddamn kid, you look like a Kaf bean-” Donnie trailed off, Enarin saw Sia roll her eyes in the background, his mother finally releasing him and looking over at Jada.
Donnie loved over to her and, with some awkward initial maneuvering, managed to snag the woman into a hug, and give her a kiss on the cheek, though not sticking around too long, even Donnie could tell Jada was uncomfortable with the whole affair.
“Thank-you for bringing my-” Donnie was cut off by Sia clearing her throat. Donnie glanced over then continued on with Jada.
“-Bringing my son back.” Donnie said, wringing her hands awkwardly, then backing up so the trio was in view.
“ Thank-you Mamma Sia, I owe-” Donnie tried to start, instead being cut off again by the the older, blue-er woman’s croaky voice.
“You owe me nothing, Naysa, however you DO owe your son and his-” Sia paused, catching herself.
“-Your bodyguard here, an apology. You almost killed your only Son, and a very nice woman who also happens to be an exceptional bodyguard....You know I expect better from you, Naysa! How you’re in charge of anything more important than a 7/11 is beyond me! You idiot child, he’s your only son and she’s your best chance of having a grandchild that’s not a ball of fucking fingers!” Sia finished, her bony finger pointing at Donnie in both an accusatory and demeaning manor.
Donnie was, by this point, looking at the floor, well aware of what she’d done, Palakwi having filled her in a few days prior to the full extent of the fuckup that lead to Enarin and Jada being stuck on the planet. She was planning on sitting the pair down once they’d gotten back to the ship and explaining what’d happened and apologizing...Sia, however, seemed to have different plans. Donnie wasn’t overly pleased, and finally looked up, directly at Sia, as the woman was putting her finger away.
The Darker, taller, less blue of the pair crossed her arms, wearing an exasperated expression.
“Sia, I’m not doing this now-” Donnie looked to Enarin and Jada.
“Guys, I’m super sorry about what happened, it was a massive fuckup on my part and I take full responsibility, if you wanna know what happened, I’ll tell you once we’re home-” Donnie paused, and uncrossed her arms, pointing at Sia lazily with her left hand.
“-And you, if you want a copy of the report I’ll send it. Now-” Donnie pointed back down the docking collar they’d just walked in through.
“Get your narrow, blue, geriatric ass off my ship, you don’t get to come here and start shit just because you’re pissed at me.” Donnie commanded, sternly, in a voice rarely heard by Enarin and probably never experienced by Jada.
“I’ll be reporting this to the Council-” Sia started being cut off by Donnie, the blue woman wearing a look that would probably be considered lethal in at least 5 systems.
“I don’t care if you do a fucking striptease, Sia, I don’t answer to you or the Navy, and I AM the Airwing, so go for it, yah old bag, let’s pull that thread.” Donnie challenged, Sia’s nostrils flaring before she looked over at Enarin and Jada. The old woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath and let it out over a matter of seconds.
“It’s been very nice to see you, come here, gimme a hug before I go” Sia said to Enarin in an entirely kind tone, with a broad smile and open arms, beconing the Teen over. He obliged, and gave his elderly great grandmother a hug, the woman planting a kiss on his cheek.
“You treat her right-” Sia said into his earcone, backing up a ways but keeping him close with surprising strength.
“I don-” Enarin started, feigning confusion by shaking his head slightly.
“I wasn’t born last night, kid.” She said, nodding subtly towards Jada, finally letting him go, turning around, her ill-fitting grey robes flowing with the grace of a 2 year old trying to negotiate a mudpit.
“Jada, if you get sick of brains-” Sia was cutoff by Donnie.
“Really? Brains? You’re still doin’ that?” Donnie asked obviously annoyed, Sia continuing, Donnie’s arms crossed again.
“Well if those-” Sia started, gesturing towards Donnie’s boobs.
“- were brains we wouldn’t be in this situation, would we?” She asked matter of factually, the barest hint of a smirk visible at the corners of her tight lips, Sia shaking her head and flipping a lekku over her shoulder, before looking to Jada.
“Dear, my door’s always open.” She said to Jada giving her a pat on the shoulder, before giving Enarin a wave and tottering back into the docking tube, the door closing behind her with a whoosh.
“I’m gonna fucking kill her. ” Donnie said, shaking her head, staring at the docking tube, before turning to go.
------------ Back on the Ship -------------
“WE’RE BAAAAAAAAAAACK!” Donnie called out, as she stepped off the bottom of the ladder at the airlock, Enarin just behind her, followed by Jada.
“Anyone Hoooooem?” She called.
