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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 2, 2016 22:07:27 GMT -5
It wasn't very accurate to say Jada awoke. She hadn't precisely been out in a strict sense, merely sitting there wide-eyed. She'd remained awake through the whole crash landing, the shearing apart of the cockpit from the body, the skid, the pieces of loose metal whipping around. One had caught her in shoulder, leaving a nasty gash. She'd sat there staring through the broken windshield for a time, which had taken on a serious lack of meaning. The decision to move was spontaneous, she sliced through the straps of the harness with a knife, and staggered off through the blowing sand. She rose up past the crest that marked the edge of the narrow ravine the cockpit had streaked into.
The view that greeted her wasn't calculated to cheer. There were no oases of green trees, no mountains, no buildings. There were dunes of sand, endless dunes as far as the eye could stretch. If anything lived on the moon it was bound to be some kind of niche creature like a beetle that caught dew on its back. That thought didn't appear in Jada's mind as she moved through the trail of debris. Little shards of metal, broken snippets of wire and glass, it all left a clear trail in the groove that had been cut in the sand, if cut was the right term. She followed it over another dune, and she found the main body. It had managed to impact on the only rock for miles around, no doubt instigating the final departure of the cockpit from the remainder of its former self.
She ducked into the open, and occasionally sparking, fuselage and rummaged almost-drunkenly in the footlockers. She came to what was left of the cargo bay, open to the blazing desert now, and looked on at the alcohol, shattered like the corpses of an ill-advised glass army, the liquid leaking slowly into the burning sand. Suddenly she was aware just how hot she was. She took some of the alcohol left in the bottom of a broken bottle, and she poured it over her wound. It would disinfect it. It also burned like a motherfucker, and the fresh pain helped her wake up a little bit, to rummage more in the ship once it was bandaged.
Jada was able to turn up three unbroken bottles, a first aid kit, a satchel of emergency rations, and in the scorched remnants of the quarters, some more of her clothing. Black wasn't the color to be in now. She replaced the vest with a white tank top, and she carefully took an old piece of bedding, scoring it with a knife, and wrapping it about herself in the way she'd seen every single desert society-member opt to dress. There weren't any goggles though, not as she could find at any rate.
She slumped against a wall in the shade and sighed.
"Frell," She whispered quietly as it occurred to her she'd left Enarin in the cockpit.
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Post by The Conman on Jun 2, 2016 22:36:52 GMT -5
Enarin listened carefully for a moment or two, hoping Jada had heard him...or that she was at least alive. He sighed, and sat down in the seat, such as it was, his head pounding, the teen touching where it hurt, finding a small cut and a goose egg forming. He looked around the cockpit, the heat starting to become apparent, and noticed Jada's harness was cut, she hadn't just popped it off.
That meant she was alive.
The teen turned around and noticed the emergency bulkhead had slammed shut behind him...he'd have to climb out the top of the cockpit.
"Great..." He muttered, his arms and legs still feeling wobbly from the shock of the situation setting in.
The teen stood up with a groan, and stepped over the wrecked console, onto the remains of the dashboard, getting enough of a foothold to clamber onto the roof of the destroyed craft, letting out a low whistle.
"Wow..." Was all he got out, the long gash in the desert making it obvious what direction he should start out in, the trial of debris scattered along it's path acting as markers, Enarin ambling off the cockpit and following the streak, muttering to himself as he went.
"Go on an adventure...it'll be fun...you'll get to see the sights...grow a pair..." He muttered, pausing, looking up at the bleak blue sky, sighing as he looked at his equally bleak surroundings...dunes...as far as the eye could see, the teen huffing, and continuing to stumble through the blowing sand.
"Fucking...fuck..stupid fucking...fuck the fucking woman...I swear to the gods...if I get out of this...I'm going to fucking-" Enarin paused, he'd looked up from his feet, walking in sand wasn't as easy as it'd looked in the movies, and caught sight of the remains of the ship, caught on a rock.
The teen ambled over, dodging the larger and still smouldering bits of debris, sighting the door and walking towards it. He flipped the protective cover up and it fell off, he shrugged, and he pushed the open button. All of nothing happened. He sighed. Worth a shot... he thought, walking along the smashed outer hull, coming to a section open to the elements. The teen ambled over a bit of debris, swearing like a spacer the entire way, and came out into what was left of the cargo hold.
What he saw was both awful and uplifting at the same time.
The booze was all smashed, leaking through the torn fuselage and into a (soon to be very drunk) desert. As his eyes surveyed the scene, they passed over a figure standing in the shade, wrapped in some kind of white...sheet? Enarin wasn't entirely sure, but he figured if whoever it was wanted to shoot him, they would have already.
"Hey, Uhh, This is kinda-" He paused, his eyes adjusting to the shade somewhat, the teen realizing who he was actually talking too.
"Jaaada?" He asked, gingerly, as he closed in, dodging around the broken bottles and leaking booze, the woman's face giving her identity away as he closed in, the rest of her covered in some kind of bedsheet.
He quickly covered the distance, Jada still slumped against the wall, the teen a bit concerned, and very hot, the heat causing him to start sweating awhile prior, but he hadn't really noticed until he had to wipe it from his face.
"Hey, you ok?" He asked, as he closed in, noticing she'd somehow found 3 intact bottles of booze, a first aid kit, and some other stuff.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 2, 2016 22:48:34 GMT -5
Jada heard Enarin talk, and for a moment she was intensely confused. Why was he- Did he- He asked her name tentatively, as if he was expecting she was a dewback or a tusken raider or something.
"Vo'trya's golden tits Enarin, of course it's fucking me, there's nobody else on this piece of shit moon."
Her voice was definitely hoarser than she thought it would be. Lack of water was probably not helping her temper either. The ship was down, in pieces, nothing was working, and they were stuck on Planet Shitsville: Population 2. It was about as bad a scenario as she could envision, and she wasn't feeling very optimistic about it. Now that her mind was working back up to full speed she was calculating some odds and figures. When they didn't arrive for the delivery in say, two days, they'd try to raise them. After that they'd follow the route and search habitable planets. All hundreds and hundreds of them no doubt. And with nothing to draw on it wasn't going to go quick.
In all likelihood some Boska search team would come across a pair of dessicated corpses with a sign reading 'fucking too slow assholes.'
Her tone softened as she cleared her throat.
"Got a gash in my shoulder, dealt with it. You OK too Enarin?"
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Post by The Conman on Jun 2, 2016 23:02:50 GMT -5
Yup, that's Jada. The teen thought to himself, her outburst confirming her identity.
"Yeah, I'm ok, little banged up, think a bit of the dash hit me on the way down...nothing serious though.." He explained, looking into the interior of the wreckage for a moment, then back to the woman.
"D'yah think we can hide in there? It's getting pretty hot, and I haven't seen any water...or anything at all really...around." He mentioned, gesturing towards the interior of the ship, then vaguely behind him, towards the endless dunes.
The teen was counting on Jada for the foreseeable future, if there was anything on the ship he could hack together to get a signal off, he'd find it, but the survival portion of their little "trip" was something he was hoping Jada had some knowledge about. Enarin hadn't been trained to be stranded on a planet, aside from "find civilization and hope they're friendly". Typically, that'd work, however...on some moon of zero value orbiting some gas giant in some random-ass system, way far away from a hyperspace route ( because boska and opsec )...he was up a creek...without a paddle...or a boat..or water.
But he had a Jada.
Hopefully the woman could keep him alive long enough for him to get them out of this...his mind was putting the situation together...if they didn't make contact, the Boska would search, but it'd take time. Even with the full scout wing and the likes of the scout/procurer teams, it could even take weeks...
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 2, 2016 23:33:05 GMT -5
Enarin looked fine. Well, fine considering they were probably going to die anyway. He also had some of the right ideas, namely that it was hotter than Dro'vanyi's ballsack, and they had to shelter somewhere and somehow. What did occur to her though was... If the sun was there... The kid really wasn't going to like it, but they were at least three hours shy of midday. Heat always peaked in the early afternoon too, they'd taught her that about desert survival. Maybe if she worked on the survival end of things, he could do something about the rescue side.
Jada looked around for a suitable piece of scrap metal, and the remnants of a t-shirt to wrap around her hands first.
"Not in the ship, big metal box, it's going to trap heat and suck it all up. There's water though."
The black Twi'lek woman looked cautiously at the rock outcropping, at the angle the freighter was impacted on it, and she made a decision.
"I'm digging shelter, try to figure out some way to get a signal sent."
Still not one for a lot of words, Jada ripped a shirt into shreds, wrapping them around her hands, and picked up a suitably triangle piece of metal. She stepped out and thrust it into the sand, working on what she suspected could do the trick. Of course she didn't mention to Enarin that there was another way they should get some water if they were going to be here for any time, namely a solar still. It was the kind of thing that Ted Bear would do, but on the other hand it still worked. As long as you didn't store it in a dead snake or something.
Well she wasn't going to quit just yet. It was going to suck, but by the gods she'd give it an honest try. Dig down, set up a roof of some kind, keep digging, and let the cooler sand provide shelter. Also, moister sand if there was any justice to things.
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Post by The Conman on Jun 3, 2016 15:39:03 GMT -5
Enarin nodded to Jada as she explained why they wouldn't be hiding inside the ship, and that she was going to go dig a shelter. Seemed logical to him, though he didn't relish the thought of having to climb around in a big metal box that'd suck up all the heat while he scavenged parts. The teen already had a bit of a working theory in his head of what he wanted to accomplish, though it'd require a trip back to the cockpit to grab some parts...but not immediately. Jada's request he work on getting a signal out meant, to him, they were on the same page, hopefully, about roles.
He gave the large woman a thumbs up, and started rooting around in the small duffle bag sized survival pack. Partly because Jada had indicated it had water in it, which wasn't...entirely inaccurate. It had a small folding solar panel, an empty bladder, and a black box with appropriate labels on it. The teen walked out into the sun, unfolded the panel, and put the box with the bladder attached on the ground, and sighed. According to the instructions, in desert situations it'd produce about a liter of water every...
"...3 HOURS!?" He said, reading the instructions after he'd setup the device, as usual.
The teen shook his head, and looked over to Jada, the woman having made some decent progress in her digging. In another life she could have been a miner, Enarin figured, walking back into the shade, the sun no longer trying to cook him, though Jada was correct about the heat, it was...oppressive. The teen was thankful he was a Twi'lek...if he'd been human he'd be fucked.
Enarin climbed into the ship, intent on finding the comm bay, he needed the amplifier and if it was still...there, the sensor transducer...The problem was that nothing was intact, the bottom was mostly...there, but the upper levels, where he needed to be, were both in the dark and "up" from where he was. The teen leaned up against a warm wall and scratched his chin, the sound of Jada digging in the background. Absent mindidly, he put his hand in his pocket and it landed on his comm, Enarin's eyes going wide.
"Flashlight!" He said, flipping it on and activating the flashlight, silently thanking his stoner self for charging the device.
==== About an Hour Later ====
THUD
Enarin dropped the heavy as hell comm array controller down the hole he'd come up through onto the ground. The teen hadn't meant too, his sweaty hands lost their grip and the thing fell. He figured it really didn't matter, the crash would have broken whatever it broke, a 6 foot fall wouldn't make it any worse. He'd found though his inspection of the system that it seemed like it'd be able to transmit, roughly, maybe tones, but reception was definitely cooked....as was it's interface to any sort of computer.
He did have a plan though.
The Comm array had a diagnostic port, as did his phone...they were wildly different, and he'd need to rewrite lines of code and wire it to the array correctly so he could interface with it and update it's firmware so it'd do what he needed it to, which was transmit a series of beeps and boops over subspace, in the hope someone would hear. To do that, he'd need to get his phone into it's bootloader...The teens mind was whirring away, he knew what he'd need to do, and it'd involve most of the duct tape, a sewing needle, Jada's blaster, an MFD and possibly a shield coil if he couldn't locate the subspace transmitter...First, he'd need to enlist Jada's help with the MFD though...those things weighed tons.
Enarin, drenched in sweat, picked up the shoe-box sized comm controller, with roughly cut wires sticking out of it, by it's handles, and ambled out of the wreckage, looking to his left and quickly spotting Jada's hole...or...tunnel, as it'd become. He walked over, and down into it, the woman pretty far into the ground at this point, digging away with a rather large piece of debris.
She'd seemed pretty...short...with him since they'd crashed, Enarin was hoping he could lift her spirits with some...not bad...news, and some water. He walked to the entrance of the tunnel and put the box near it, and then walked back to the water-maker-thing, and pulled the bladder off, it was about a third full....The teen pretty sure she'd need it more than him, he headed back towards the tunnel, and walked in.
"Hey Jada." He said, walking deeper, until he was about arm's length from the woman, holding out the waterbladder, the temperature in the tunnel a lot cooler than it was outside.
"I've got a plan, and I think it'll work, gonna need your comm though...and your spare powercells for your blaster, and I need your help with pulling an MFD from the cockpit...uhh...also...holy shit, were you a mole in a past life?" Enarin asked with a smirk, trying to inject some levity into everything...he had just figured out how to save their asses after all.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 3, 2016 18:45:04 GMT -5
In an hour of work Jada had dug out a small cave. To anybody who knew about sand, that wasn't easy. She'd taken metal plates, tarps, bits of clothing, and reinforced the whole affair to prevent it all from sliding in. There was still an opening opposite the entrance, a blanket held in place over it, currently open to catch the breeze. She'd started widening out a living area at the bottom. Truth be told, she hadn't really thought a whole lot about what she was doing. She'd started thinking of it as a foxhole. Then as a fighting position, then as the amusement park of fighting positions.
Somehow it'd tilted towards archaeological dig or doomsday bunker.
She wiped the sweat off her face with her forearm and looked to Enarin. He was holding out the water. She took the container and took a single large sip. She handed it back with a nod.
"Yeah, take the stuff," Jada said, "But rest down here for a bit."
She thrust the ad hoc shovel into the damp sand and lowered herself to sit by it.
"Too hot out there still, wait until twilight, then we'll pull the... whatever from the cockpit," She paused and smiled weakly. "And apparently I was. I could get used to the whole underground thing."
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Post by The Conman on Jun 3, 2016 21:47:14 GMT -5
Enarin looked around, it was cool, and the sand was a bit damp...so far they were doing well. Jada had managed to get them out of the sun and probably a ton with the water situation all within a few hours of them crashing. At this rate, they'd have a palace by the time rescue showed up. If this was underground living, the teen figured he could get used to it...though the lack of windows was a bit weird. The teen resolved to grab the various bits and bobs he'd need to get his coconut radio up and running later, Jada had a very good point, galavanting around during the day wasn't the best idea, even if they were Twi'leks.
"Sounds good...it's hotter than the gates of hell in the ship, this-" He gestured around him, vaguely at the tunnel.
"-was a great idea, thanks for diggin' it out, you've really saved our asses." Enarin said, sitting himself down across from the woman, leaning his back up against the cool wall.
"ohhh yeah...that's it..." He burbled, closing his eyes for a moment, finally feeling the heat leaving his body, taking a long sip off the water bladder, noticing it was nearly out.
He wasn't quite sure when twilight would be...hopefully Jada had some idea, because he hadn't really paid any attention to the info about the planet's rotation on the way down. The teen was somewhat distracted by being knocked out most of the way. Not that he probably missed much...from what he'd seen of the planet so far, it was a big ball of suck, minus Jada's lovely tunnel...
He chuckled to himself about that last thought, phrasing, bam. He thought, eyes connecting with Jada's, and held out the last of the water in the bladder.
"Here, you probably need this more than I do..." He said, looking out the entrance and squinting, his eyes having adjusted to the dim tunnel.
"How long do you think it'll be until Twilight...and...won't it get cold?" He enquired, sliding down the wall somewhat into a more relaxed position, the teen more lounging than sitting.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 3, 2016 23:23:51 GMT -5
Jada slipped the sheet off and let her bare shoulders touch the cooler sand. She pulled her knees up to her chest and listened to Enarin talk. Again it struck her that he talked a lot. It probably helped him focus and keep his mind on surviving. Still, he definitely was his mom's kid. He also offered her the last of the water for the moment. She took it gratefully and swallowed. She reached up and pulled aside the blanket window for a moment to look at the sun's height, then pulled it back closed to prevent it from shining in.
"I think we've got a couple hours to kill. And yeah kid, it's gonna get cold."
She thrust out one leg ahead of her and sighed. Fact was that she did cold better than she did hot, but when you put them together it was like the shittiest peanutbutter/chocolate combination known to mankind. It was not going to be a pleasant night, she knew that for sure.
"So, uh, got any ideas to kill time?"
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Post by The Conman on Jun 3, 2016 23:52:03 GMT -5
Enarin followed the woman with his eyes as she checked outside.
"Hooray..." he murmured after Jada's good news.
The Teen had grown up on a climate controlled ship, he'd been down to balmy planets a handfull of times. The only time he could remember being cold was when the heater broke on the snowball because Niri stuck a peanut butter sandwich in it's intake vent...he was starting to wish he'd brought his mom's lekku socks. They were ridiculous looking, red and white with purple poofs on the tips, but according to Donnie, they were warm as hell.
The teen continued to follow Jada with his eyes as she sat back down, sticking her leg out, looking comfy.
Her question about how to pass the time triggered a bunch of thoughts in the teen's head. They could play word association football, or discuss his idea. His brain kicked in after a moment, the teen realizing that Jada would probably pass out from all the "nerd talk". It was refreshing, he thought, he didn't want to go over the plan and have her just agree...if Jada could poke holes in his idea, wasting the energy explaining it to her would be worth it. He knew the woman well enough to realize she was more "shooty shooty" less "nerdy nerdy". Enarin figured the simplest thing was to do the obvious thing.
Talk. About things, and stuff.
What he wasn't entirely sure, though Nar Kaaga was nagging at him. She'd mentioned it, seemed like she had some history there, having only been in the fleet for 4 or 5 years....how Momma Dee had missed her for that long he was baffled by, his mother had a way of surrounding herself with...beautiful people...if her command staff were any indication.
"We..." Enarin looked over to Jada, her expression as unreadable as ever.
"-Could talk? Why don't you tell me about where you're from? This Nar Kaaga place? I could tell you weren't...thrilled about it when I asked earlier, but I mean, we might die here Jada, might as well know your story..." He suggested, neutrally.
If Jada didn't want to, he'd have no problems changing the topic, but he did want to at least know who he was about to share his tomb with.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 4, 2016 0:19:31 GMT -5
Jada closed her eyes as she sat there, but the yellow-eyes flitted open again very abruptly in response to Nar Kaaga. In the same way that a cloud starts to look like something without actually changing, it was now apparent that though Jada hadn't changed her position one tiny little bit, she was considerably more closed, hostile, and very definitely not happy. There was a long moment of silence, and then a little bit of the tightness in her muscular shoulders faded and she let out a very long sigh that was pushing growl.
"Fine," She said angrily. "If you're so gods-damned curious I'll tell you."
Her fists were in tight balls.
"Nar Kaaga is a freezing cold swamp planet in the ass-end of Hutt space, I was born there. The Hutt who owned me thought I'd be a great status symbol," Jada fished out one of the unbroken bottles and took a swig of it. No sense in being furiously angry and also sober. She winced at the awful flavor before continuing. "It turned out I was fucking awful at dancing, so he had me serving his guests. Long story short I stabbed a fucker and the slug had me thrown in a dungeon cell. I was fifteen, and his guards did this."
Her hand gestured to her acid burns and she slammed back more of the alcohol.
"That's why I don't like goddamned Nar Kaaga, that's why I don't like people fucking staring. Curiosity satisfied now?"
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Post by The Conman on Jun 4, 2016 0:43:24 GMT -5
Enarin wasn't 100% sure how to respond...it was obvious he'd touched very many nerves, and it made a lot more sense now, why. Enarin hadn't figured she'd been abused, or been a slave, He'd always figured the woman had received the injury in the fleet...He felt bad, that much was for sure, if he'd known he wouldn't have asked anything...but that meant he would have had to ask...catch 22, if there ever was one. The young man regretted asking as soon as she'd finished explaining, he should have learned from talking to Var when to stop asking questions...
The teen chalked it upto being his mother's son, to a certain extent.
"Shiit...Jada...I had no idea, I'm sorry, for what it's worth I had no idea." He said apologetically, the woman looking pretty pissed.
The teen looked around awkwardly, trying to think of something to do. He really hadn't expected that particular story to come out of the dark woman. Figured it'd be something like bad family experience or shitty weather, not...slavery with a side of stabbing and an entre of acid burns. He'd heard of rescues from slavery being messed up, Donnie had even had run ins from time to time...Enarin had even bumped into one on the Carrier, who was being lead around by a handler with a stunner. Not that he could envision Jada being in that boat...
Her expression hadn't changed, and he had the distinct impression that had he been anyone else, he'd be a mark on the floor instead of apologizing for putting his foot in his mouth.
Enarin sighed, and looked out the door, the sun still high in the sky...though right at that moment, he preferred the glare of the sun on him to Jada's...
"I...think I'm going to go get the display...yeah, hook up the water thing..." The teen stood up with a grunt, and picked up the water bladder, and patted off his pants and brushed the sand off his shirt, heading for the door.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 4, 2016 18:37:13 GMT -5
Jada corked the bottle again and stuffed it into the sand. She folded her arms defensively and listened to what was totally predictable. If you slammed your elbow into something people asked 'are you all right,' if you were trip people would say 'be careful,' and if you were to answer their pushy questions they'd say they were sorry. It was a standard script and she didn't think he cared that much. He had to have known. Hutt world, old acid scars, in the fleet a couple years. It all added up and he had no right to be surprised about it.
He'd asked what he should have known.
Enarin moved out into the heat after the whatever it was he needed in the cockpit.
Jada sat in there a while longer, her eyes darting back to the shine. Finally she sighed. Rude or not, sorry or not, he was her responsibility and she wasn't going to let him go it alone. She ambled back out of the shelter and started to catch up to him by virtue of long strides in silence.
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Post by The Conman on Jun 4, 2016 19:17:45 GMT -5
The teen hooked up the bladder to the water device, making a mental note to put the solar panel outside their hole and the water thing inside it, they'd need the extra production. He did notice that she didn't follow...Enarin decided that moving it later would be better. He walked, making not fantastic progress through the sand, toward the remains of the cockpit, Enarin not 100% sure of how to get the MFD out of the cockpit. The thing was pretty mangled, and it was a bit of a longshot hoping that the MFDs were undamaged...even one of the MFDs...If there weren't any, the teen would improvise somehow.
Enarin wasn't about to die on a planet with a pissed off Jada, even if it took awhile.
He stumbled, not paying attention to his path, his mind preoccupied by his plan, and fell into the sand with an "oof.". The teen had fallen onto his right side, into the soft, though hot, sand. He looked down towards where he'd come from and saw Jada catching up, surprisingly. The teen shook his head, having figured he'dve been solo. He pushed off the ground, standing up, and continuing, now beside Jada, struggling to keep up. Be it her longer legs, or strength, or some combination, she wasn't having the challenges he was with the sand.
That and he'd never actually walked through sand before, and the planet's gravity was...different...than he was used to. Thus far Enarin had believed 1g was 1g, but for some reason, the planet made him feel heavier. It probably had something to do with the heat, he figured, jogging a bit to catch up beside Jada. The silence was bugging him, but it was pretty obvious that he had a talent for pissing Jada off. He kept quiet until they got to the cockpit and he stopped beside her, before the pair climbed up.
"Lemmie go in first, I gotta get under the console...benefits of being small. heh..." He said looking over at Jada for a moment, then back to the cockpit.
"They slide out the top, I'll release the thing, and you pull it up." He finished, grabbing a handhold and clambering up the side, and in through the hole in the top.
He landed on the pilot's seat, and with deft fingers grabbed the lock on the bottom and slid it all the way to the back, and got down and slid under the console, getting to work, releasing clamps and pulling connectors off the back and bottom of the device. Quickly the heat started to get to him, the teen wiping sweat off his face, his arms and face shiney as he worked. After a few minutes, he heard a *thunk*, figuring it was Jada.
"Hey, so-" He grunted, pulling a broken connector off the back of the display.
"-any dinner plans? Cause I'm free, figured we could grab a slice-" He pulled another connector off and knocked his knuckle off the interior of the ship,
"-OWFUCK.Motherfucker that hurt, shit, godsdamnit, fuck-" He said, loudly, his right knuckle starting to bleed.
"OK that hurt...Jada, it should be released, give it a tug." He said, hopefully loudly enough for her to hear.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jun 4, 2016 21:28:36 GMT -5
Jada didn't have a lot to say, and a little surprisingly Enarin didn't have anything to say either. Not until they arrived at the cockpit, when Enarin dropped his extraction plan. It involved her doing the lifting and him doing the slinking into the bottom part, and that did reflect their physical roles. She gave him a nod and watched him drop back into the cockpit. It was like a blast furnace to the touch, and she could feel the heat slapping her in the face like a hand made of fire. Enarin definitely had the worse end of it, having to stay in there.
She could hear his muffled comments, and she was almost amazed at how he could bounce back to relatively normal so quickly.
The sound of cursing helped ease her mind. He'd definitely reaped some laser-guided karma for his probing early, maybe the gods were real after all.
Jada pulled on it, lifting it clear of the cockpit with a grunt and letting it down onto the sand.
"I was thinking a nice bite of Emergency Ration Number Four, but if you find anybody willing to deliver to this shithole I'd take a salami and olive."
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