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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 20, 2016 23:04:25 GMT -5
Jada blinked a little. She'd heard a lot of things. A lot of lies. The check is in the mail. These are my cousins pants. No, I am sober. Yes I did send a card. Lies of every shape, size, color, texture, and flavor. She'd never before encountered one like this. Towering over 90% of the men she met, more muscular than most of them, and capable of beating them all up was bad enough. The acid burns all over her face, that was icing on the terrible cake.
He had this big stupid look. It suggested he wasn't capable of lying, and that it was more likely he was just that dumb. Certainly he'd never indicated he'd be the sort to make jokes at her expense. They were alone on this planet, and probably going to die on it. Why would he lie? Why would he mock? There was no explanation other than him being truthful.
Her first instinct was 'you nuts?' But the words died in her throat and turned into a muffled cough. She sought better ones, in what was not a very intuitive search. Poets messed around with words. Novelists did that. Grunts didn't.
"Um. Really? You think that?"
She scratched her cheek thoughtfully.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 22, 2016 13:43:22 GMT -5
Enarin cocked what'd be an eyebrow had he possessed them, glanced down at his trouser snake, then back up to Jada's face, noticing the woman absent mindidly touching her scars. He was becoming dimly aware, that Jada either wasn't aware she was attractive, didn't think she was attractive, or simply hadn't ever thought about it. The teen figured the latter, given what he'd learned about the woman in his time with her, for all he knew she thought her boobs were in the way, and hips just made it more difficult to fit through tight spaces.
The teen propped himself up on his elbow so he could talk to her more easily, though he was basically at a point where he just wanted to get out of his pants, the belt he was wearing was...grating...in places he'd rather it not. It was also an attempt to get a better look at Jada's chest, the woman having turned over a bit so she could see him.
"Uh, Duh?" He said, gesturing down towards his junkal situation.
"Huh?" Jada responded, her yellow eyes doing their soul-boring thing.
"GodsdamnitJada..." He mumbled, realizing a more direct approach to the situation may be required.
Enarin gently put his free hand on her hip, to get some leverage, and wiggled himself back over towards her, wrapping that arm around once he was back in close, his arm just below her breasts, the teen used his free hand to very gently slither up between them and, once his face was mere inches from hers, gently cup the back of the woman's head. Enarin's heart was in his throat, he was about to either do the stupidest, or best, he wasn't entirely sure which, thing he'd ever done in his life, he thought, as he closed his eyes and kissed the woman on the lips.
He heard a mumble of some form, probably out of surprise, and he stayed on a second or so before backing away slightly, yellow eyes locked with Jada's, the teen waiting for her to make the next move.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 22, 2016 22:12:09 GMT -5
Jada was not psychic. As a matter of fact even Madame Cle'usa who constantly ran ads in the Boska papers couldn't have predicted it. He wasn't psychotic. He was attracted to her. He pointed to the evidence and Jada found a mental block in play. Other people were attractive. She'd had that lesson down at 12 in a Hutt's palace. It was slim little ones, dancers. They were bright and pretty and danced about laughing, they were the ones who people had sex with. Who people wanted to have sex with. Nobody looked at a sweaty sack of muscle taller than them and thought it was sexworthy. On the fuckability scale she was low, she'd always held this as self-evident and universal truth.
Her boyfriends had batteries, her admirers were non-existent. It was like having sexual thoughts about the pope, nobody in their right mind was going to think about what was between her legs.
Was he nuts?
He touched her hip, and deep in analysis she didn't stop him. Some small internal part that had enjoyed the idea of tea parties and dresses was now vying for attention, and overruled the commando parts that gargled broken glass and tequila. Let it play out, see where it goes. He touched her head, and he loomed in to her. Her eyes didn't close. He made contact and kissed her. It was... Definitely a first. Nobody'd kissed her before. People liked to stay far away from the face, and the feeling of strange lips against hers was... Deeply thrilling. She could feel her heart in her throat.
He looked at her, an after another few heartbeats biology took over. Her hands reached up to his face and she returned the kiss, twice as long, twice as fast. She didn't say anything before it, or when breaking for air. It was just biology now, the ingrained knowledge of man and woman coming forward in the absence of words. She kissed him again and shed her clothing, helping him with his. Then they were lost in each other until finally their shared intimacy helped them drift asleep in comfortable warmth.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 22, 2016 23:43:20 GMT -5
Enarin was surprised when Jada responded with intimacy and not violence...had he been a bookie, the teen would have laid 60/40 odds against intimacy. However, he stuck luck and she rolled with it, grabbing him and bringing him into a passionate kiss he'd expected probably less than she did a few seconds before...
The resulting experience was one of the best Enarin had ever had, Jada was a smooth operator and there was less awkwardness than he'd expected, given her presumed inexperience...The woman was truly a wonder to behold to the man after he'd gotten her clothes off, the god's having blessed her with curves where they fit and muscle where it accentuated... pretty much everything. It was like he was fucking one of the depictions of a sex demon he'd seen in the scriptures, carved out of marble and maimed by the gods for her sin, but still gorgeous, though lacking the horns and tail. The experience was one that would stick in his head for the rest of his life, being stuck on a horrid little ball of sand, in a hole, making love to a warrior woman...He'd done some crazy things, but his experience in Jada's foxhole...in Jada's foxhole, was one that pretty much topped the charts.
After awhile, the pair finally finished, Jada rolling off the top of the teen, to his side, Enarin cuddling up to the woman, satisfied in ways only a night of wanton abandon and Frank's Red Hotsauce could provide, he drifted into a deep sleep.
======= MEANWHILE =======
*beeeoopbeep*
"Come." Said a 78 year old, stick-thin, 6'3 twi'lek Commander. The woman, who could easily be described as "stately" sat, more perched, in her chair, her slender frame occupying only a small portion of the available space. The woman's light blue skin having stood up to the rigors of time well, her lekku speckled with white streaks and dots belying her age.
The door swished open, a young, very orange, Twi'lek male, of sturdy build, stepped over the threshold. The woman looked up at him with an angular face, looking like it was carved out of something rather than grown. She studied him with a piercing gaze from intensely grey eyes, as if evaluating a cut of meat. A predatory gaze, that of an experienced hunter sizing up prey before taking the shot.
"Report." She said curtly, in a voice sounding more as if it'd been uttered by a bucket full of sandpaper than a woman.
"Ma'am-" He started, coming to attention, the woman gesturing with her free hand, looking back down to her tablet, reading off the daily intel reports. The Crewman relaxed, the gesture indicating he should do so.
"-We've stayed past the window 8 hours now. Counting the window, that's 12 hours we've been stationary. I've been instructed by the XO to request instructions." He finished, in a shaky voice. He was obviously nervous, the woman could see that. Most were, addressing her. She was one of the most respected commanders in the fleet, having come out of retirement at her grand-daughters request, specifically to do recon. To serve on her ship, even as a mechanic, was considered to be an honour...to question her judgement, however, was something else entirely.
She looked up slowly, putting down the tablet on the desk before her gently, and looked into the crewman's soul with her eyes. He swallowed.
"Has there been any contact whatsoever with our transport, crewman?" She asked, raspy voice sounding somewhat more kind than before.
"No, Ma'am, nothing. No distress beac-". She cut him off with a wave.
"You will instruct the XO to send a message back to the fleet, directly to High Castle." She began, standing up to her full height, her gray and brown robes falling about her like a sack, hiding her figure elegantly.
"Ma'am, Mission Ru-" She waved again, this time cocking her head, as she pushed one of her long lekku back over her shoulder, it's chevron-shaped markings and black tip having gone grey decades prior.
"Fuck mission rules, the XO will send the message on my orders, we've waited for the transport for 12 hours and it's not here, and I am requesting instructions." She practically spat back, the crewman in danger of becoming a stain on the floor, while he looked at her with a dumb, confused, and frightened look on his face.
"Is that all, Crewman?" She asked, her tone much more cordial.
"Y-es, Commander Oaknadaa." He babbled.
"Then you're dismissed." She said, turning around and looking out her window into the void of space, massaging her temples as soon as she'd heard the door woosh shut. Sia'Oaknadaa was aware of who was on the ship, her Great-Grandson and a bodyguard. They'd been dispatched to deliver a small shipment of replacement parts and Ethanol, for her to barter with for fuel and supplies. She knew her Granddaughter, Doneedas'Oaknadaa, wouldn't take news of her son's disappearance well.
======= 8 hours later =======
Enarin was dimly aware of someone holding onto him. Not in the front of his mind, somewhere else, the part of your mind that usually is in charge of noticing the girl in the purple shirt across the bar or remembering where you put your keys. He tried to move, only to be restrained by some sort of force he wasn't aware of, and lazily opened his eyes, greeted by utter blackness. The teen, out of reflex, rubbed his eyes and tried to look around, the darkness being basically everywhere. After a few moments, it became obvious that it wasn't a force that was holding him in place, but a person...with boobs. He could feel them on his back, the teen's senses coming back online after a few moments he remembered what'd happened what felt like mere moments ago.
"Jada..." he whispered, his free hand, the other being used to sleep on, going to the hand, attached to the arm, currently wrapped around him, the teen becoming dimly aware of a head just beside and behind his, the sounds of soft breathing giving it away.
Enarin wiggled a bit so he could lie on his back, his right arm now free, and his left between him and Jada, he wasn't quite sure what to do, weather it was morning, or still night, weather he'd just woken up because he wasn't that tired...though that wasn't likely, she'd given him quite a workout...he thought. The man wiggled his left arm free, Jada tightening her cuddle on him once he'd settled down, the woman resting mostly on his chest, her arms around his body, head now resting on his shoulder, and checked the time.
08:42
"Wha..." He mumbed, unsure of what to do, dimly aware of Jada's naked body pressing up against his, the teen's right arm going around the small of the woman's back of it's own accord.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 23, 2016 0:08:04 GMT -5
Jada was aware of plot-based fucking. When Bon'jem the superspy had sex with someone in a Boskawood film, there was assurance of rescue. Usually blocking the sex. So it was a little bit strange for her to be having sex with the full expectation of dying, and then waking up to no rescue. You ignored movies all the time, but somehow the lesson of dramatic timing didn't die. You WOULD arrive at the spaceport in time to stop The One from leaving. You WOULD be rescued while having sex. It was a cosmic kind of unfairness that no rescue came.
On the plus side, the sex was great. Enarin was a twig, but like some sort of species with a sexual footnote, he was enormous. Her initial concerns about their size difference were misplaced; it was like a lock and a key. Absolutely perfect. She'd fallen asleep with him quite contented, and what was more, warm. The night was bitter cold, and to her surprise she'd likewise woken up to cold and dark. There was a major difference in play as well. You woke up often during the night. Especially on-planet and nervous. But eventually what happened was that you woke up for good, and it was expected to happen with the promise of light, and usually some warmth.
That meant one of the damned dirty differences. Gravity and length of day.
Enarin mumbled to her, and she affectionately tousled his lekku.
"Yeah, it's morning. Just not on this moon," She managed with a faint grin. You couldn't pretend it hadn't happened. What was more, she didn't want to. He wasn't bad, he liked her, the sex was good. Why fight a good thing?
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Post by The Conman on Aug 23, 2016 0:34:11 GMT -5
Enarin looked down towards where the voice came from, Jada obviously having woken up, either because of his movements or his watch's light. He didn't care which, she was up and he closed his eyes when she played with his lekku. The teen hadn't ever trusted anyone, except his blood mom, Doneeda, to touch them...they were even a no-go for Taryn...but Jada, the way they were, how they were situated, and Jada's touch...it was all ok. For that brief moment, every thing was ok. He wasn't going to die of thirst, she wasn't going to have to watch, they weren't stuck on some shithole moon where it was still night...everything was ok.
Then she stopped, and it was back to reality. The biting cold on his face, and arm, which promptly retreated into the warm protection of the blankets, diving below, past Jada's breasts, more interested in warmth than copping a feel...The situation was different than any Enarin had been in before, he'd had girlfriends before, but none he'd slept with overnight. The teen usually taking off at some point in the night to get home. Things felt different with Jada, but he couldn't put his finger on how...though he was getting the feeling...of blood moving...southward. The combination of Jada on top of him, her breasts pressed against his body, her warmth, and the woman's voice and playing with his lekku were serving to take his mind out of analysis mode, trying to figure out why it was still dark, and into a totally different space.
Instead of how he'd felt previously, before, telling himself to resist it, the teen let it happen, his not so short sword beginning to swell to full size.
"Well..." he started, his left arm, now warm, coming around Jada's other side, between the space provided between her waist and the ground to the small of her back.
"-I guess that means we've got the longest night in the galaxy...should probably make the most of it..." He said, with a smirk, his right hand, moving from the small of her back to guide her hand to his business, hoping the implication was obvious.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 24, 2016 1:55:23 GMT -5
After their second round of good sex, Jada had to admit it wasn't bad. If you got around the fact they were stuck on a dead, barren moon and would probably die there, it was good. He liked her. He was easy to please. He had low standards, and it was comfortable like old leather. It'd be a great addition to life, sex and probably relaxed activities. If you could get over the whole imminent death thing. The sun began creeping slowly up and Jada, clad again, slipped out of the entry to the dugout. The sky was a slightly light shade of blue, steadily lighter on toward the horizon. A large gas giant was visible.
It'd be pretty if she wasn't so keenly aware of how miserable it was.
She nudged the water bladder. It was frozen.
You could leave it to Boska planners. Here's a water device, that won't work in freezing temperatures.
She sighed and fished out another cig. The lighter caught the second time and she felt the nicotine race through her lungs, into her blood, and up to her head. There had to be some way to signal the fleet, to put out a distress signal. Something, anything. Enarin... She'd never actually questioned what he knew. He was an egghead, and she had a strange almost childlike faith in his technical knowledge and abilities. He'd figure something out. Maybe she could help. One way or another, they'd get something done. Even if it was amazing fucking until they both dropped dead.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 29, 2016 22:24:47 GMT -5
Enarin rolled over as Jada got up and dressed, the light streaming in through the entrance illuminating her from behind, the teen able to see her curves but no detail as she got her clothes on. If he'd had a camera, and knew Jada wouldn't murder him for it, the teen would have taken a picture, the whole scene was quite picturesque. As quickly as it began, however, it was over. Jada pushed the mylar film open and stepped outside, a blast of chilly air whooshing in and waking Enarin up fully in a way that only cold showers, sudden drops in temperature, and blowjobs could.
Grunting, the teen pushed the assortment of blankets off himself and shimmied to the side of their makeshift bed. The light coming in from the entrance made it easier to grasp around and get his clothes back on, though he had to shake them out some due to the sand that'd somehow wound up in them. After a few minutes, however, the teen was again decent, and he realized, suddenly very thirsty. Enarin looked over and saw the pair of bottles Jada and himself had done a number on the previous night. One was mostly empty, the other was about a third down. He chuckled, shaking his head, the sheer insanity of the situation settling in.
He was stuck on a planet, that was a sandy shithole, with a gorgeous woman who he'd just spent the night having probably the best sex of his life with. She truly was gorgeous, he thought to himself, the woman's body was muscular in the right places, padded in the right places, and curvy in the best ways...and he fit, it was like they were made for each other, weirdly. He shook his head, the thoughts disappearing as quickly as they'd appeared, the smell of a cigarette wafting in on the draft, Enarin deciding to go out and see if he could grab one off the woman and watch the sunrise.
He walked out into the air, the cold nipping at his lekku as he surveyed the situation. Jada was closeby, near the water machine, having a smoke. The sun was just starting to rise over the horizon, a big blue-green gas giant visible on the other horizon. As he approached Jada he spoke.
"It really is pretty..." he burbled, leaning up against the sand burm Jada was standing near.
"Mind if I grab one of those?" He asked, the teen's mind beginning to wake up and wander into how to get a signal off.
"I figure you've worked me hard enough to earn one." He said with a smirk, yellow eyes, darting to the container Jada had them in on her belt then back to her eyes.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 29, 2016 22:48:25 GMT -5
Jada handed Enarin the cigarette in silence. Fact was, she had a lot to think about. The sunrise was... gorgeous. That commanded a bit of her attention, the purples and the oranges, the knowledge that red orb would soon be an oppressive heat in the sky. But she had more to think of than those aesthetics. Sex. The fact he liked her. She could safely say it was the first time anybody had liked her. In that sense at least, the sense that she intuitively knew mattered more. It was certainly not something she'd expected or even considered possible. A small corner of her questioned if it was even real, or perhaps some kind of heat delirium.
The cold air on her skin told her it was the opposite.
She'd have killed for a cup of hot caf.
Then there was how to get off this rock alive. And of course her emotional state.
"Hey, look Chubbs," She finally managed after an eternity in the sunrise chill, "I don't know how to handle this. I didn't expect to have anybody like me, and uh, I'm not the kind to gamble or shop around. So you tell me, if we get out of here... You and me... Is this like, something that stays on the planet, or does this one uh... Make it onto the logbooks?"
SIlently, internally, Jada cursed her lack of verbal ability. Somebody somewhere could have condensed it down into a slick phrase. 'Is this for real or for the night?' She was scouting in uncharted territory and she knew it.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 29, 2016 23:15:51 GMT -5
Enarin took the smoke and fished his lighter out of his pocket, flipped it open and lit it with a snap. He held the flame to the end of the paper tube and heard the sizzle of the tabac taking and flipped it closed with a practiced gesture, the lighter disappearing back into his pocket moments later. The nicotine rush was welcome, and distracted him from just how thirsty he was, for a time. The sky was truly picturesque, somehow the awful planet they were stuck on managed to be beautiful, even if for moments. He was acutely aware that in less than an hours time, the cute ball of orange he was watching with Jada would turn into an oppressive ball of yellow, baking the landscape in ways he didn't want to think about.
The teens mind drifted, as he and Jada stood there, in comfortable silence, watching the sunrise. He had a plan to get the radio working, and send a message. It'd be in "the clear", without encryption, but he didn't have much of a choice. There was no way to power the computer to do the encryption, he'd just have to hope the imperials didn't pick up the message...or get there first. The more he thought about it, the more he didn't care, though. If they were picked up by the imperials, all they needed to do was shut up and they'd probably get lucky and wind up on some refugee world, then get rescued by Dia...Dia...the teen's mind wandered again, to her relationship with Tee, and his with Jada.
Enarin wasn't 100% sure what was going on between them, but wasn't entirely sure he wanted to worry about clarifying things until they'd gotten off the planet. The teen was attracted to her, that was for sure, and he liked to spend time with the woman, certainly more so than with Taryn. He could have a conversation with her, she was funny, direct, and adorably innocent in some ways.
Then, as if they had some kind of hivemind, she asked him the question he was hoping she'd leave alone, at least until they were off the planet. He looked over and listened thoughtfully to her question, the teen not having to think about the answer too hard.
He liked her, a lot, though her phrasing was a bit interesting, causing the teen to chuckle a bit.
"Make the logbooks...I like that..." He mused, taking a final drag off his smoke and flicking it into the desert, then looking back to Jada.
"Jada, I'm not going anywhere and this-" He gestured between them with his hands, towards her then back to him.
"- is absofuckinglutley for real-" Enarin stopped, looking off towards the now nearly fully risen sun, bathing the landscape and pair in it's warm glow, for a moment, before returning his gaze to Jada.
"-Just, let's keep it on the D-L from the moms...Believe me, Momma D will start berating us both about giving her grandkids, and I don't want that stress in my life." He finished, with a smirk, trying to put some levity into what he could see was an awkward question for Jada to ask.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 29, 2016 23:30:06 GMT -5
Jada had to admit she didn't always fully understand what Enarin had to say. It wasn't a true generational gap. She was only a little bit older, and they probably knew a lot of the same shit. The problem was that she'd had very different life experiences. He'd had stoner comedies, she'd had training videos. He'd studied tech she'd broken necks. Her experience was gritty and raw in the extreme, and his was a soft and huggable kind of affair. He was weak in a way she'd never be able to break in a million years. They were very different people.
In short she had no idea what he meant by it 'absofuckinglutely for real.' If he meant they were truly an item now, she could enjoy that quietly. If it meant that what happened was real and that just made it a physical thing... Well honestly she couldn't object too strongly, it was sex and he wasn't a dildo. It was a worthwhile kind of nocturnal activity and worth the inconvenience. Definitely worth it.
They agreed on the end result no matter what, the mothers shouldn't know. Jada's estimation was that the pale won would begin eyeballing them, searching for indications of pregnancy or relatiosnhip. The dark one would certainly elbow and point and try to draw attention to all sausage-related activities.
"Right," She added softly, dragging on her cig and gratefully accepting the buzz.
"So, got any magic nerd plans to save our asses?"
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Post by The Conman on Aug 29, 2016 23:46:32 GMT -5
"You can bet your gorgeous ass I'm getting us out of this." Enarin stated quickly after Jada had asked if he had a plan. He got off the mound of dirt he was leaning on and stood up properly, turning to look at Jada. "I'll save you the...uh everything, but the gist is I hook up my comm-" He said, drawing a box in the sand with his foot, then a line to another box. "-to the MFD, update the MFD's code so it'll talk to the subspace radio-" He drew another line to a box with a slash like a thunderbolt through it, and then looked up at Jada, figuring she was following along. "-then use the radio to broadcast a distress signal. I mean that's provided everything works as intended, I can hack together an interface, the comm has enough horsepower to encode the signal and the MFD can be hacked to control the radio...and I can write a script to control the radio through the MFD. No big deal, it's just going to be a minor feat of engineering." He finished, with an awkward smirk, stepping back from his extremely oversimplified diagram. The plan was pretty straightforward, but it did have some big "ifs" that anyone who worked in his line of work would immediately start pointing out. His Comm and the MFD weren't designed to talk to eachother, and the interface he was using was designed for debugging, not reprogramming. Additionally, the MFD wasn't supposed to talk nor control a subspace radio, nor did it have the correct interface, so he'd have to hack something together, which would require connectors and wire, and some way to solder. On top of all that he'd have to hack the MFD and Radio's code to make them speak to eachother, something he had a vague idea of how to do, but hadn't ever done before. It'd be a tough challenge in a lab, let alone on the shithole they were stuck on. If the teen was honest with himself, he had the sneaking suspicion it wasn't possible, but he resolved not to tell Jada until he was entirely sure they were fucked. She'd done her best to keep them alive, he had to do his.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 29, 2016 23:59:30 GMT -5
"Connect the thing to the thing to the radio, right," Jada acknowledged with a nod. She didn't exactly comprehend it. She had what she liked to consider the Sergeant understanding. Namely it was enough to get people doing it, and to get it done. She didn't have to have a great understanding to get the crap done. That lesson had been instilled many times until it was second-nature. Enable your nerds and they'd take care of you. New field research indicated that scenario applied sexually as well now.
As far as she was concerned he was speaking Trandoshan or Togruti or something.
"Let me phrase it like this, what do you need me to do? Because anything gathered, we need gathered before mid-day or we're going to burn out here."
Belatedly she realized the room for misinterpretation and she pointed to the prior day.
"That heat yesterday, that wasn't even the noon heat. It's gonna be worse today. I want to be dug in, as deep as possible by then."
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Post by The Conman on Aug 30, 2016 0:22:34 GMT -5
Enarin nodded, thinking for a moment about what he'd need to actually accomplish his task. He had taken the back off the MFD, but wasn't entirely sure what interface it used for debugging. His phone was a standard 4-wire data and power serial bus, but the MFD and Radio were probably some kind of esoteric weird proprietary 20 pin interface that wanted to be spoken to in parallel. He silently cursed CEC for their insistence on using their own stuff and not industry standard connectors. It was one of his gripes with their gear that he'd just internalized and stopped bitching about years before, the Boska's insistence on using CEC stuff because it was so ubiquitous basically meaning he could endlessly bitch or just grin and bear it.
The reality was he wasn't entirely sure what he'd need, but there were a few gimmies. One was he needed wire, the regular kind that was all over the place on most ships, and fiber optic wire to talk to the subspace radio, as it was a special little snowflake that had a special snowflake interface that needed special snowflake wire to talk too. He could hack together connectors, or just wire directly to contacts on the boards and bypass the whole problem...
He did still have one major issue...
He needed solder, and a soldering iron.
Enarin had a feeling that there was probably one somewhere in the wreckage, the ship had an engineering section and it'd make sense to have an iron on board, to repair minor issues with wiring. He'd never seen a ship without one.
"Wellp." He started, looking at the rapidly rising sun, Jada's point about them having arrived in the evening not being lost on him, then back to her.
"I need wire, fiberoptic cable, dual strand and multimode, it'll have a blue connector and two wires coming out of it...uh, and don't cut it, I need it intact, it'll say multimode on the side, you can't miss it, and if you can find a soldering iron-" he paused, glancing at the water machine, eyebrow going up as he realized it was frozen.
"-Seriously, Jada, if you can find one, I'll give you a fucking blowjob." He finished flatly, not kidding, looking Jada in the eyes as if to send home the point that the iron was the most important part of the plan.
He appreciated Jada's direct nature and honesty. She didn't know what he was on about, she hadn't raised any of the concerns anyone who did would have, but she wanted to help, and he appreciated it. It was a reality that she could cover a lot more ground than he could in a lot less time...she was also smart enough to be able to find what he needed, he knew it.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Sept 3, 2016 17:39:05 GMT -5
Jada was good at mental lists. It helped to think in mobile adaptive terms when your job invariably meant you either remembered the thing or seriously wished that you did for a potentially brief time. Wire should be easy. Fiberoptic cable was different, she didn't even know how to tell dual strand and multimode apart, but then he mentioned it was literally labeled multimode. That was surprisingly user-friendly materials engineering. Then there was the soldering iron to be found, though the advertised reward was going to require work.
"With women it's called a muff-dive," She added over a shoulder as she headed back into the wreckage.
It was still cold inside the wreck, which was fortunate because it meant nothing was too hot to touch. She was able to dredge up the requested multimode, plus a few other coils of hopefully-the-right-thing, which rested slung across her body like a sash. The usual leather vest was back on, and she started to question what exactly went into a soldering iron. Could she provide a clothes iron? A blowtorch? Could she quickly make a soldering iron out of only tape, pliers, a glove, and a soldering iron?
The issue was dodged when she found, inside a sagging bulkhead, a hand-tool kit that had what looked very much like a soldering iron in it. It was a stick-like thing with a pointy end and a holding end, so like a vibroblade only not. Jada paused in her analysis and resigned herself to being a grunt for eternity, then turned and headed back for the dugout, dropping her offerings before the God of Nerds.
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