Post by Yellow Beryl on Mar 27, 2017 4:43:08 GMT
The high voice coming from the ship's comms seemed rather bored, drawing out each word slightly as if it was otherwise preoccupied.
"Mmh, autobrakes?"
Yellow Beryl's voice, on the other hand, was chipper and giddy, forgetting it's impending troubles.
"That would be a three."
"Landing gear?"
"Upwards, three green, good buddy."
There was a pause and what sounded to be a yawn from the other side, then the turn of something paper.
"Final check. Seat belts?"
As Beryl confirmed the question with a metal click noise and motioned for her co-pilot to do the same, she heard the same paper crinkle.
"Mhm. Armed."
"Then you're free to get off my spaceport, Roaming Eye SE41. Mind the controls, they can be very responsive."
Right. Whatever that meant. As she flicked the last few switches she needed to, she heard the nasally voice of her partner, Green Calcite. It seems she had been granted some sort of clearance. There she was, in her chair, messing around with limb enhancers. Well, at least one of them got what they wanted. Even with the uncanny space the Roaming Eye possessed, it was just a little padded cell compared to the Warships she had pilo- erm, co-piloted in the past.
"Yep! Um, maybe it will. That's a nice look for you. Very sleek... Neat."
One more click as Beryl pressed one more button, wordlessly disabling the input from her helper's terminal. Honestly, this was going to be enough of a feat without Calcite acting a giddy child about the fourth limb enhancers she'd blow through just like the others. With how accident-prone the green scientist Gem was, many limb enhancers were claimed to unconstrained experiments and general shoddy upkeep.
Maintaining the slow rise that had been set, now only about ten feet off the Moon's surface, Beryl craned her neck around to spy the two plus-ones that the brass decided to tack on. They didn't seem very talkative, understandable for the Pearl. The Coral, on the other hand, seemed rather conceited. She remained silent as though Beryl and Calcite were below her. Technically, they were, but that wasn't the point. The wartime Gem seemed to wordlessly challenge Yellow Beryl's capabilities with every sigh.
The Pearl nervously fidgeted to herself, obviously her first flight in such a small spacecraft. Something her and Beryl had in common, it would seem. Seeming as though she would cry, scream, or feint at any moment, the tall Gem wanted to do something to assure the servant. Still, something was brought to the front of her mind as she slowly eased on the acceleration. The aircraft itself didn't move forward much, only about twenty feet, but it did so with incredible speed. This was followed by an unceremonious brake as everyone was jolted forwards into their seats. Hopefully they put on their own seat-belts.
The way she would assure this Pearl would be by doing her job. Unfortunately, the shaky start probably did nothing to ease her worries. Beryl coughed, embarrassed, as she shared a look with her colleague.
"That, I guess, would be what they meant by responsive. Eheh. Heh. Huh."
With a much more gentle touch, Yellow Beryl eased the spacecraft further towards their destination: Earth.
"Mmh, autobrakes?"
Yellow Beryl's voice, on the other hand, was chipper and giddy, forgetting it's impending troubles.
"That would be a three."
"Landing gear?"
"Upwards, three green, good buddy."
There was a pause and what sounded to be a yawn from the other side, then the turn of something paper.
"Final check. Seat belts?"
As Beryl confirmed the question with a metal click noise and motioned for her co-pilot to do the same, she heard the same paper crinkle.
"Mhm. Armed."
"Then you're free to get off my spaceport, Roaming Eye SE41. Mind the controls, they can be very responsive."
Right. Whatever that meant. As she flicked the last few switches she needed to, she heard the nasally voice of her partner, Green Calcite. It seems she had been granted some sort of clearance. There she was, in her chair, messing around with limb enhancers. Well, at least one of them got what they wanted. Even with the uncanny space the Roaming Eye possessed, it was just a little padded cell compared to the Warships she had pilo- erm, co-piloted in the past.
"Yep! Um, maybe it will. That's a nice look for you. Very sleek... Neat."
One more click as Beryl pressed one more button, wordlessly disabling the input from her helper's terminal. Honestly, this was going to be enough of a feat without Calcite acting a giddy child about the fourth limb enhancers she'd blow through just like the others. With how accident-prone the green scientist Gem was, many limb enhancers were claimed to unconstrained experiments and general shoddy upkeep.
Maintaining the slow rise that had been set, now only about ten feet off the Moon's surface, Beryl craned her neck around to spy the two plus-ones that the brass decided to tack on. They didn't seem very talkative, understandable for the Pearl. The Coral, on the other hand, seemed rather conceited. She remained silent as though Beryl and Calcite were below her. Technically, they were, but that wasn't the point. The wartime Gem seemed to wordlessly challenge Yellow Beryl's capabilities with every sigh.
The Pearl nervously fidgeted to herself, obviously her first flight in such a small spacecraft. Something her and Beryl had in common, it would seem. Seeming as though she would cry, scream, or feint at any moment, the tall Gem wanted to do something to assure the servant. Still, something was brought to the front of her mind as she slowly eased on the acceleration. The aircraft itself didn't move forward much, only about twenty feet, but it did so with incredible speed. This was followed by an unceremonious brake as everyone was jolted forwards into their seats. Hopefully they put on their own seat-belts.
The way she would assure this Pearl would be by doing her job. Unfortunately, the shaky start probably did nothing to ease her worries. Beryl coughed, embarrassed, as she shared a look with her colleague.
"That, I guess, would be what they meant by responsive. Eheh. Heh. Huh."
With a much more gentle touch, Yellow Beryl eased the spacecraft further towards their destination: Earth.