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Post by Raiku on Jun 3, 2008 18:18:58 GMT -8
It was only a few hours after the crowds had begun dying down at the Baley Docks on Persephone. Dock, being a synonym for commercial space-port.
Persephone was a civilized planet, being ruled by a ritualistic monarchy. Of course, for every planet with the rich, there is a certain ratio of poor. Hence, the slums. Which of course, was where most of the docks were located.
The beggars here weren't so terrible. They had gotten so used to being rejected that they could tell by a glance whether or not someone was going to toss them coin. They knew Gene wouldn't, Gene came 'round all the time. He was seen by most, known by few. A pirate of sorts, so they say. Alliance has been trying desperately to get him for something over the years, but every search ends up clean, raids come through without a sniff of illegality. Maybe they'd get 'im for something, someday.
Probably not, Gene was good.
His ship, The Valiant Wolf was parked in it's normal spot. It was never designated as such, but the locals made sure to warn the other captains of the danger they would be in if they parked there. Gene was not a man to be feared, but the people did seem to think he had some sort of other-worldly quality 'bout 'im. (( Sort of like Chuck Norris, you know? ))
Gene sighed, knocking a cigar out of one beggars mouth. "Kick it, or your lungs will collapse." He said with a serious yet sly look in his eyes, the sort of look a true pilot 'ill give ya. The beggar took is seriously, considered it a death threat from some magician from a far away world. He stood up and smashed what was left of the cigar into the dirt, then ran for his life.
"Sun's goin' down..." Gene said to no one in particular as he walked over to a computer station. He logged his ship into the docks, making sure to not add any misspellings or anything that might arouse suspicion.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Aug 7, 2008 9:57:13 GMT -8
Tara was not exactly looking for anything in particular, but it looked like she could have been the way she was staring at everything and everyone. Her brown, medium-length hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, just to keep it out of her young, yet strangely aged face. Her eyes were intense, their piercing green color only adding to the seriousness of her look.
Any other part of her would be considered to belong to a bright, happy young woman. But her face itself spoke differnently. There was pain there, deep within the pools of green. The lovely face looked beaten by the years, though it only owned thirty of them, and in a world where life expectancy for women was over 120, that was not too many. But when she looked at you, you couldn't help but fear her in some way, and it would make you feel silly, since she really was lovely and the rest of her appearance was tomboyish, like a misfit girl in a circle of boys at school.
She had sturdy cargo-jeans on, though no hammers hung from the straps on them. She had white tennis-shoes that bore red and black lining, though they were not the regular, flimsy shoes that you'd see worn around casually. Her top was a long-sleeved dress shirt, cuffed sleeves rolled up to the elbow and collar opened to the second button down, untucked at the bottom. She wore a black vest over it, and it added to the look.
She was a figure that meant business... but not serious business.
As she walked the length of the dock, her green eyes searched every face. The ones that looked away were left alone without a second glance.
She didn't stop until she saw a very tall, rough-looking man with hair nearly the color of her own logging in to one of the computers. She cocked her head to the side, watching for a moment, then looked up at the ship he was standing in front of. Seeming to like what she observed, she walked toward him.
"Hey," she said, her voice slighly deeper than you'd expect it to be, but still rich and lovely. "You own this boat?"
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Post by Raiku on Aug 7, 2008 11:52:23 GMT -8
Gene took a few seconds to react, following the computers instructions to the letter. With this sort of thing, you couldn't afford to look suspicious. 'Course, as soon as he logged in, feds would come sweepin' in within an hour or so. They always did, came in with all sorts of warrants, but left with nothing but their own frustration.
After he finished with his input, he glanced at Tara for a split second, then nodded. After he did though, and looked away, he found his eyes drawn back to hers. Something about her deserved more than a minor glance, this girl deserved respect.
"Yep, proud to say she is. Name's Wolf. Where ya from, kid?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Aug 7, 2008 13:02:58 GMT -8
"I'm assuming that sentence was supposed to mean 'Yep, proud to say she's mine,' since I didn't ask you if she did belong to you exactly like that." Her tone was not rude at all, just teasing. A lopsided grin appeared on her face as she talked, and then she winked at him, solidifying her lack of antagonism. She easily breezed past answering his question by looking up at the ship, squinting slightly in the light of the sunset to properly see the title scrawled in large letters on her side. "'Valiant Wolf,' huh? It's a lovely name for a lovely boat. You should give her the full credit of her name..." She shrugged, looking back at him with a friendly smile. "Then again, she's your boat. I won't tell you what to call her. In any case, my name is Tara. It's nice to meet you Captain...?" She stuck out her hand on 'nice to meet you,' and there she held her position, unwavering, her eyes not leaving his at all. Not nervous in the slightest. Just waiting for a handshake and a name.
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Post by Raiku on Aug 25, 2008 21:07:56 GMT -8
"Gene's the name." He responded, temporarily forgetting about the files he was filling out on the terminal and taking her hand. His shake was firm, and his palms felt callused, like they had been seen quite a bit of work. Gene was the kind of person to spend more attention on people, rather than machinery, except of course Wolf. "My grammar's not the best, kid. Don't get much chance to talk much, except to my crew. Which...I can't seem to find. They're about." He scratched his head, looking around. Nope, nothing.
"What about you, what are you doin' in a place like this?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Aug 26, 2008 14:31:28 GMT -8
A single. yet extremely audible curse echoed out of the open hatch, and a wrench flew from one side of the open door to the other, clanking a few times to announce it's ceased movement. "The interior casing in here's all busted up!" shouted a young, slightly feminine voice. After a moment, the sound of something containing many small metal objects also clattered to the floor, which drowned out the lesser curses being muttered. "We got any more tanks of this sealant gunk? Nevermind, I'll check the hold." shouted the voice as it seemed to trail off a bit into the nether reaches of the ship.
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Post by Raiku on Aug 27, 2008 12:02:32 GMT -8
Gene closed his eyes and drooped his head a moment as he sighed, then returned the glance to Tara, awaiting her answer.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Aug 27, 2008 12:06:22 GMT -8
Tara was slightly taken off-guard by the cursings and shouting, which had sounded just after she shook the captian's hand firmly. She looked at Gene with another grin. "I think I found one of your crew members for you." She then dropped her hand and settled her weight onto her right foot casually, putting her thumbs in her pant pockets. "Actually, I am here to find a boat off Persephone. Yours looks the nicest, and you look like you have a solid attitude about ya. I have little money, but I can pay you whatever else you need by service on the ship. Whaddaya say?"
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