Post by The God-Emperor of Gemkind on Mar 4, 2017 7:10:31 GMT
>Important thing to note: Tanzanite is being shifted from a full-fledged character into an NPC. I don't use her often enough and she feels more like an expansion pack than a full-fledged package to me. Also, I won't have to re-log every time Fus and Tan have a conversation now.
>Another important note: This takes place before Assault and Batteries, so Fuscite isn't on a murder rampage yet.
The time was almost at hand. After what seemed like an eternity, Fuscite and Tanzanite had managed to repair the majority of their small scouting vessel. The engines and wreckage of the Homeworld insertion team's ill-fated shuttle, combined with the other unfortunate hulls littering the coast had proven most useful in getting the ancient ship back to working order. Now, it was only a matter of time...
The sound of a re-purposed mining laser filled the air, drowning out most of the ambient noise that arose from the forested plains in which the ship was settled. Manning the laser was a purple-hued copy of Fuscite - Tanzanite, the jaded juggernaut's supposed backup and current co-pilot. And, it appeared, mechanic. Far less experienced than Fuscite was, the violet vixen was relegated to the ship, as Fuscite felt it necessary for her to learn the intricacies of the cruiser before anything else. Tanzanite had dubbed the metallic construction 'Old Ironsides' and sang it songs whenever Fuscite was out on some expedition.
Tanzanite found today's task - welding a new engine onto the ship - challenging. Faint beats played out within her helmet, helping to drown out the high-pitched screaming of the laser. Grooving to the beat a bit as she worked, Tanzanite hoped to get done with her current esction before sundown, as messing around with all of the weaponry locked away in the armory was quite fun when you were surrounded by nothing but trees and vindictive squirrels. A glimmer in the forest caught Tanzanite's eye, however, and she was relieved to see Fuscite emerge from the underbrush - a fairly large amount of scrap in tow. " Hey Fuscite? " "Yeah, Tanzanite?" "Why do you insist on making me learn this ship like the back of a vinyl record? It's awfully boring out here. " "Because, Tanzanite, you'll die out in space if you don't know this ship. I also need you here to guard it, as ship parts are a cut-throat commodity here. You've got a bloody ION CANNON as well, man Use that on some of these bloody trees. But, seeing as how we're almost done with the ship - you'll have to come with me when it's fully operational."
That was the extent most of their conversations went to. Short, brisk, and fleeting. Mainly because Fuscite normally was gone by now, but tonight was different. Fuscite actually stayed, which was quite rare. Several hours and a few quips later, the new engines were firmly in place. The two sat down with sighs of accomplishment as some Holo-Fuscites took care of several menial matters, their visors glowing bright greens and purples as they chatted beneath the night sky.
>Another important note: This takes place before Assault and Batteries, so Fuscite isn't on a murder rampage yet.
The time was almost at hand. After what seemed like an eternity, Fuscite and Tanzanite had managed to repair the majority of their small scouting vessel. The engines and wreckage of the Homeworld insertion team's ill-fated shuttle, combined with the other unfortunate hulls littering the coast had proven most useful in getting the ancient ship back to working order. Now, it was only a matter of time...
The sound of a re-purposed mining laser filled the air, drowning out most of the ambient noise that arose from the forested plains in which the ship was settled. Manning the laser was a purple-hued copy of Fuscite - Tanzanite, the jaded juggernaut's supposed backup and current co-pilot. And, it appeared, mechanic. Far less experienced than Fuscite was, the violet vixen was relegated to the ship, as Fuscite felt it necessary for her to learn the intricacies of the cruiser before anything else. Tanzanite had dubbed the metallic construction 'Old Ironsides' and sang it songs whenever Fuscite was out on some expedition.
Tanzanite found today's task - welding a new engine onto the ship - challenging. Faint beats played out within her helmet, helping to drown out the high-pitched screaming of the laser. Grooving to the beat a bit as she worked, Tanzanite hoped to get done with her current esction before sundown, as messing around with all of the weaponry locked away in the armory was quite fun when you were surrounded by nothing but trees and vindictive squirrels. A glimmer in the forest caught Tanzanite's eye, however, and she was relieved to see Fuscite emerge from the underbrush - a fairly large amount of scrap in tow. " Hey Fuscite? " "Yeah, Tanzanite?" "Why do you insist on making me learn this ship like the back of a vinyl record? It's awfully boring out here. " "Because, Tanzanite, you'll die out in space if you don't know this ship. I also need you here to guard it, as ship parts are a cut-throat commodity here. You've got a bloody ION CANNON as well, man Use that on some of these bloody trees. But, seeing as how we're almost done with the ship - you'll have to come with me when it's fully operational."
That was the extent most of their conversations went to. Short, brisk, and fleeting. Mainly because Fuscite normally was gone by now, but tonight was different. Fuscite actually stayed, which was quite rare. Several hours and a few quips later, the new engines were firmly in place. The two sat down with sighs of accomplishment as some Holo-Fuscites took care of several menial matters, their visors glowing bright greens and purples as they chatted beneath the night sky.