Tales From a Misfit
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“This… contraption IS going to fire, correct?” Targus stated looking around at a host of inventions questionably connected, at best. Sara however was looking at it like a child would look at a new toy, and got to work trying everything out as fast as possible.
“Normally, I’d say no.” Renee admitted. “But he fixed the ac unit no one’s ever seen before with only his tail, and this took about four times longer.” “Three.” Damian stated. “I… sort of adjusted your room too.” Everyone made their way down to nav station before Renee plopped down in the newly installed chair. “Oh. yes!” Renee pushed the chair around the whole computer in one go with ease as she spun herself in the chair. “I love it.” “You can justify this installation?” Targus stated taking on a firm, yet curious tone. “Well, each side has a keyboard and monitor so if nothing-... else…” a computer voice interrupted Damian, and both Targus and He looked over at Renee who was deeply entranced in her work. Targus walked up, and gently put a hand on her shoulder. Renee jolted back while sitting in response. “While I don’t wish to distract from…” Targus looked over the path Renee outlined. “Charting more unknown paths on the map of our testing area. We do have a few more stops to make on the ship, first.” Renee looked a little embarrassed, and got up. “Normally this area is manned for you.” Targus began as he opened the door. “However this is one the few groups where I feel a scouter would be wasting potential.” Pylon began scanning the room. “Instead your route has been charted, and ‘Pylon’ will be in control of our portal tech. I assure you a Dematorian is-” Machines whirled to life as Pylon looked over the mumbling through a checklist. “Hey, did we turn on any compilers yet?” Pylon stated looking at Damian. “Not yet. I’ll have to do it when I get back there” Damian stated thus beginning their walk there. Targus stopped about half way, and pointed out some tubes as he opened another door. “What are those?” Targus asked expectedly “Port tubes.” Both Renee and Damian stated before looking at each other. Damian yielding the floor. “Ladies first.” he stated somewhat playfully. “They run all through the walls, and connect to whatever the 5 central places are. In case I can assume they’d be the nav station, the weapon chamber, the portal..umm… room? The engines and the main bay.” “Why are they here?” Targus asked while blocking the door. Renee looked to Domain actually a bit stumped herself. “You can send something down the engines slow enough that someone can take an item out of the tubes before it’s fully stopped.” Damian stated. “It’s a safety requirement since mechanics tend to just grab everything, and usually break a bone trying to grab something they need too fast.” “Very good. Now then, Delma.” Targus stated letting everyone into the science room. “You were the last stop on our little tour. So if everyone is prepared, I say we begin the warm up.” “N-now?” Delma stated. “We haven’t been to the engine room yet. Shouldn’t we-” “You remember those hallways filled with all sorts of pipe, gears, and flashing lights?” Renee questioned. “Damian touching everything.” There was a long pause before Delma nodded. “There’s still the main bay then.” Delma stated a bit eagerly, but clearly trying to avoid the warm up, “What?” Sara stated. “It’s at the front of the ship, and we’ll see all the time.” She slumped as she spoke the next sentence. “Plus it always looks the same, and all...sorted?...ordered?.. What's the word?” “Outlined?” Pylon stated. “It’s usually what’s the start building first, so it’s often one of the only thing structure like-” “Structured!” Sara interrupted. “Anyway what’s the warm up?” Targus looked at the group. “I believe there’s a non-existent starting point on the star charts?” Renee nodded as Targus explained. “Getting there will have 4 complications. Resolve them, and our journey begins. So everyone to their stations, if you would.” So, reluctantly or otherwise, everyone went back to their stations. “Of course, I get the longest walk.” Sara stated. “Renee at least has a chair to get back to after getting lost.” “I was trying to tell you.” Renee stated. “You can cut through the containment unit, and apparently beat Damian to the engine area.” “I was not beaten!” Damian protested. “I just didn’t see the comms the first time through, because the compilers won’t start.” “Did you get the monkey wrench out, Monkeywrench?” Sara stated mockingly as even Delma kind of giggled. “I’m working on it. There’s a number of kind of strange parts.” Damian stated with his monkey tail wrapped around the same wrench. “Not like anyone builds a ship for humans with a fifth limb.” “Well, then don’t get distracted next time, and you won’t-” The lights powered down as Sara spoke, and then everything else powered on creating a somewhat dim light. “lose” “How in the?...” Damian looked over the inner layout. “Complication number one.” Sara and Renee replied together, while only Renee continued, “Talk to us Damian.” She stated spinning over to various sides of the star chart. “There’s a tri-port and…” Damian paused for a moment. “There’s 3 outlets, and 2 wires plugged in for lighting. Which leaves me 2 outlets, and two wires short.” “Did the star chart turn off ever?” Pylon question. “Been running smooth as a metal sheet. Full memory, full processing, no power gage anywhere though…” Renee summarized. “Gelnat make.” Pylon stated with a surprising amount of disappointment. “They run like a dream, but eat like a nightmare. A very old wiring technique for dealing with that is taking a little bit of power from everything else.” “Well, there’s no hypercell slot. I’ve looked.” Renee stated. “Um, excuse me?” Delma stated having been silent for a while. “So we just need the star chart powered, correct? Because I have adjust the hyper connector now if-” “You made a 75% of a hyper connector in… what? 10 minutes?” Damian stated. “Damian, can you rewire it without or not?” Renee replied. “Easily, but how is a hyper connector gonna-” Damian paused as there was a loud clank on Renee’s end. “Renee?” “So it’s more like a fusion of a volt battery, and a spire plug.” Delma stated. “It’s just everyone yells at me when I don’t describe exactly what they want and-” “Wired us up Damian.” Renee interrupted, and the group waited for a few minutes with little to know light before the whole ship whirred to life. “Ah~” Sara stated, closing her eyes. “There’s the music.” “Hey Delma.” Renee replied. “I get it. I’ve been yelled at a lot too. But next time just describe what you have, okay? It’s gonna be hard enough figuring everything else out.” “Yeah… okay” Delma replied with silent pride in her voice.
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Simulations 49, 60, 58, 54, completed… Once again a mass of people walked out.
“We couldn’t go through the polar star.” Renee stated glaring down her test captain. “Yes, you can. You have to temporarily fry the-” The captain seemed equally furious. Which seemed rather strange to Targus given their scores, perhaps he was finally going to note something of interest. “You can’t fry both the cleft compiler and legedeer system on S-cr34 they’re on opposite ends of the engine area” Renee rebutted. “No one this side of the cosmos is going to fix both of those in time for me to chart a course that doesn’t involve crashing full-force into a moon!” “Uh? Reroute the cleft to the buster tubes before you go through, and you won’t have to.” Damian stated matter of factly. Renee opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it. “Would that have worked?” Renee turned to the engineer on her team. “Please don’t suggest sinking to the level of savagery this failed rich boy does.” A female responded. “If you don’t need to shoot.” A pick haired Spectrum replied. Her two guns holstered. “Actually…” Everyone looked down at a Dematorian who stared up at them with solid light blue, glowing eyes before he continued to speak in the usual robotic tone after a few seconds. “The cleft compiler only needs about 53 watts to turn the engines. That kind of engine pack in way above 300. In theory you could fire a plasma beam, and still be fine. “There’s no style in a plasma beam.” The Spectrum replied. “Not like style matters when you can't hit the bright side of a planet.” A male rebutted, which led to a 3rd argument about space and flexibility. “And you!” Damian’s test caption glared at their scientist. A very shy Triemkeylen doing her best to be humanoid, like those around her. “I said a basalt like compound.” “W-well yes but we actually needed to overheat the… Maliton drive?” She looked at Damian who nodded. “Which was copper, so I made something that would generate its own heat much faster because-” “You were radio silent for 10 minutes!” The captain. “And saved like 15?” Damian responded, which to the captain glaring at him instead. “You could at least follow one order.” Renee’s captain stated. “I followed every order, and it cost us 13 minutes and 54 seconds.” Renee stated rather matter of factly. “Which is what I was trying to communicate. You know? Talk? Bounce ideas around?” The assistants were trying their best to get the least compatible teams yet to seperate, but countless arguments continued. Targus eyed the pick haired Spectrum for a moment before reaching into his coat, and chucking three metal balls towards her. Three shots, one gun, and series of random moments later scraps of metal were on the ground. “A crew of five for official testing, correct?” Targus questioned shouting down. “Are you… sure, sir? This isn’t even half the-” “It’s 31.87 percent” The Dematorian stated. “Not even a 3rd. But a lot of civilizations have 2 of their 5 tests done already, so I guess it’s not that weird, this year at least.” Most of the group gave silent glares as they were finally pushed away. Renee met up with the other chosen 4 shortly after. “Weird section, in my opinion, but I guess I can’t complain on my first test.” Renee stated trying to be honest. A lot of governments seemed willing to let her in at first, but not many of her teammates had spoken highly of her for somewhat obvious reasons. Targus was apparently at least somewhat impressed, and even left an optional quest. Get to the test area from your room in 15 minutes. Along with a series of clues as to where that area was. “No official seal either….” Renee thought out loud, and looked over the invite again, and cross references with people who consider her of interest. “Alchano, huh? Weird I was told they kept to themselves…” “Alchano?” The Triemkeylen questioned. “They’re super open about almost everything. They’re just… umm…” “They are the exact opposite of enforcing rules by launching a meteor into a moon.” The Dematorian finished, and Triemkeylen just shyly nodded. “Anyways.” Renee signed. “I”m Renee Lywing. Damian I know. What about the rest of you?” “I’ve been going by Sara. Sara Welkithem.” The pink Spectrum began. “Only thing I got for ya is L3on-14” The Dematorian stated. “Delma…” The Triemkeylen stated. “We don’t usually do names…” “Sara, Delma, and… Pylon...” Renee stated. “Let’s see… navigator” Renee pointed to herself then to Damian. “Engineer… Scientist… Weapon expert, I assume.” Motioning to Delma and then Sara. “And I guess you can do pretty much anything” Renee stated looking at Pylon. “Pylon?” The Dematorian question. “Yeah. 3.14 is pi. And that leaves l-o-n… I can think of something better…” “I like it.” Sara stated openly. “Even if he doesn’t understand the importance yet.” “Humanoids? Confusing. Numbers. Those I understand. Nonetheless if y’all are gonna insist on ‘Pylon’ and ‘Robo’ I don’t really have the power to stop you.” Pylon stated. “Well, with that settled. Does anyone actually know what we're doing?” Damian questioned. “I haven’t been given an official test either.” “It’s not super different… usually.” Delma stated. “Alchano tends to do things differently. I can only really tell you that it will be a couple weeks on a spaceship.” “I hear their test has been the same for a couple years.” Sara stated. “So they must really like whatever they are doing. Targus is a new face, so far as I can tell though.” Pylon shuffled through various records. “Hmm… mhmm.... Interesting. So Targus has 5 rules, but there’s no record of all of them being followed” Pylon began to summarize the info he found to his new crew. Who attend their meeting as scheduled. Renee made it 12 minutes flat, and was easily able to describe her route in detail. Sara and Damian were working on some kind of project apparently even earlier than that, but Damian wasn’t willing to say what yet. “Your test ship is referred to as the Red Eagle.” Targus began. “Welcome aboard. As of today, the alchanian government takes you into consideration. But whether or not you are truly ready to show yourselves, remains up to you. Today you leave limitation, and begin a test of where you stand without boundaries…” Despite the countless speeches at the Luxkem space academy, something about this one spoke to Renee in a way she hadn’t felt before. She had a feeling she was going to like it aboard this new ship of hers. Now came the challenge of proving it. Subject: Renee Lywing...
Planet: Luxkemspire... Region: Trinity-36…. Prior testing not found... Running C.A.R.D assessment... It began in a cold, snowy landscape shortly after a young girl protested with words she didn’t believe. “Truth is unity… Unity is light…. I spoke these words once as well… Many years have passed since” A blade was brought down vertically, and slided a bear in half. No matter what move he made a straw hat covered the robed man's eyes as he fought. “I know of its failures and its flaws, but I stood by them as you did.” He struck down 3 people within one sentence and another 5 as he spoke again. “I have seen their resolve as you did, and like you I abandoned it. For it seeks only a prue power, and judges those who can’t reach it” He approached a small female child before bringing the rest of the attack to the end. “Let me show you the true essence of power…” He extended his hand, and slowly but surely Renee grabbed it. The now young adult rushed through a forest and punched several enemies with some well crafted gauntlets. Before narrowly avoiding death due to an arrow shot from behind her. The boy who saved her life had somewhat of a wild side. A sense of humor even in the face of danger, and since of foolishness as well. A rather charming partner in more ways than one. She could tell it would’ve been a lasting and adventurous partnership. Assessment Complete.... 10 cards shuffled themselves down a pipe, and Renee put the pile into her deck holder as she walked out the door. Her virtual comm turning back on, which unfortunately meant answering calls. Adjusting her goggles to be just out of view on her dyed bright orange hair with a hint of its usual blonde color she made her way through the crowded halls. “Hi mom.” Renee did her best to answer at least somewhat happily. “Put some clothes on, young lady.” Her mom answered in a very demanding tone despite Renee clearly being in a public area. Renee rolled her eyes in her black tank top and loose jeans. “We’re traveling past a solar storm, mom.” Renee stated collecting a shake from a nearby tray. “I’m barely going to survive in this.” “Better to die properly then to live like a hoot-” Renee’s mom tried to protest. “Mom!” Renee stated before lowering her voice. “Do you really want people around here looking that up?” “RE-naw” A man about Renee’s age walked past her backwards after turning around. “Hi Damian.” Renee greeted him only kind of turning around. “It’s all about the fy-IRE.” Damian’s typical catchphrase escorted him out of sight. A brief silent signaling that Renee was left alone to deal with her mother’s backlash. “And just who was that ‘Damian’?” Renee’s mother began with only a hint of puritan outrage. “A very friendly and smart gentleman.” Renee replied. “Even if he likes to hide that behind his typical class clown demeanor.” “He’d defile you in seconds.” Renee’s mother spoke without a hint of hesitation, and Renee returned the flavor. “Yes, but he’d swoon me first.” Renee stated putting a hand to her chest suppressing a giggle as her mother was silent. “What are your crew assignments?” Renee’s mother questioned in an effort to move on. “You were suppose to call-” “We had a few weeks to get to know each other.” Renee interrupted having finally moved out of everyone’s way. “Everyone is doing a placement test, and after that we’re getting assigned together. Now please don’t call the HR department, and threaten to have me removed this time.” She almost pleaded, and there was a small sigh in her tone with that last sentence. “Well if you had told us where you were actually going, we could have worked something out.” Her mother stated matter of factly. “And what are you doing?” Renee was scrolling through an email box. “Dear Miss Lywing.” Renee read aloud from the email. “Despite how it may seem given the frequency of these emails, we would like to ensure that your participation is still welcomed and valued. You have a rather outstanding aptitude given your familial background, and have made it very clear that you wish to remain a part of this project. Nonetheless I must ask that you very seriously press upon our continuing issue regarding your mother. Please ENSURE.” Renee paused to look at the video of her mother. “And yes that is in all caps.” She continued. “That your mother is aware of the following points. 1. This is an intergalactic event, which maintains the support of even most Luxkems. 2. We are currently roughly 7 million light years from your mother. Traveling this distance without the assistance of highly advanced teleportation technology, is extremely risky, dangerous, and time consuming, and thus ill-advised. 3. You can not ‘pull over’ a space station 4. While our legal system is somewhat ‘strange’, the unnecessary destruction of a moon is still likely to be illegal. Lastly under the circumstances further harassment of our staff will begin resulting in temporary communication blocks.” Renee closed her email, and once again looked at the video of her mother. “I’m not 7. I know what ‘work something out’ actually means now.” There was a rather long silence, and eventually her mother simply hung up. With nothing to delay her she made her way to the counter. “Renee Lywing? Sorry i’m a bit late. Got a bit tied up.” “Let’s see… Renee Lywing, Luxkem… Job, navigator… Unaffiliated solo.” The random assistant repeats some more words aloud before ultimately giving Renee access to her profile, and her cards back. “Piloc rulebook?” Renee took the cards and book nodding. “It’s an...interesting subject in our culture.” Renee stated before thanking the assistant, and walked away. It was still a little bit much to process, but she had made it… Somehow. Now it was just a matter of waiting on an invite she liked. There had to be someone, right? Of course that would make a blank invite box all the more nerve-racking, and it would likely be a day before anything worthwhile turned up. So after hanging around the main areas for a while she, and made a few friends before calling it a night. |
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