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Messages - Octavia Yeats

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The Verse / Re: Beaumonde - Rim Politics
« on: June 21, 2017, 07:12:39 PM »
"The chick with the shotgun, what just reduced a fair number of people to not-people.  You really wanna strike that tone with me, chickiboo?  'cause I can just as soon find someone else.  Nobody said it had to be you."  Her helmet provided a certain vocal distortion, the result being a touch more sinister a sound than Tavi's usual Londinium upbringing brought to bear.  It didn't help that the potent stew of combat drugs coursing through her veins was giving her a bit of a slur, or that she had rather bafflingly decided to adopt.  "You look pretty enough.  Here."  Reaching to her belt, Tavi took off a pair of binder-cuffs and tossed them towards the woman she assumed was her target.

"Put these on and look alive.  Backup'll be here soon and I'd rather focus on shootin' than worryin' if you're gonna still be back there when I'm done makin' a mess.  And hey--if you are the chick?  Don't fuck around.  Do what you're gorram told and you won't find yourself in need of a mannequin at your funeral."

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The Verse / Mature Everything Was Beautiful...
« on: June 21, 2017, 11:17:35 AM »
"You promised!"  He hadn't.  "You said I could jump in!"  That was a lie.  "We rented the whole place out--c'mon.  I remember how to swim, Jean!"  Did she?  As Tavi pulled her boyfriend(?) towards the pool, clad in her bikini and sunglasses, she continued to have grand plans conspire within her mind.  The news on Beaumonde was mostly focusing on the insanity happening in New Dunsmuir.  Out here, there wasn't really much except the news cycle of a sleepy hamlet.  And a public pool that had been closed to the public thanks to a nice fifteen hundred credits transferred via chit from an incorrigible pilot to an unscrupulous attendant. 

Tavi wanted this to go well.  She wanted this to go perfectly.  She wanted.... a lot.  But right now, above all else, Tavi wanted to leap into the pool like a lunatic.  "C'mon.  If I start to drown, you can come save me!  Please?"  But giving Jean a chance to reply--to react at all, really--wasn't in the game plan.  So Tavi let go of Jean's hand and true to form, leaped into the pool with a big grin on her face

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The Verse / Re: In the Pipe, 5 by 5
« on: June 21, 2017, 10:49:37 AM »
Tavi continued to keep the ship in synchronous orbit, making sure they didn't cross some invisible threshold that triggered the clusterfuck to begin in earnest.  If they'd been carrying some illegal cargo, it was probably all gone.  Glancing at the fuel reserve gauge, she ran the numbers on cost analysis.  "If that thing blew like that, I'm not thinking we'll have much luck salvaging it.  The hull's compromised pretty bad, right?  And anything in there's probably ash.  Freeze-dried ash."

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Go Down, Moses
« on: June 21, 2017, 10:42:16 AM »
"That's the right answer."

Underneath all her thinking, as she jerked her boyfriend(? maybe?) off, Tavi came back to a conclusion she didn't particularly like.  He wasn't popping.  She was doing the thing they did in porn, where she jerked on his dick and made eye contact, and Tavi was certain she was using the right register of husky voice that most guys seemed to like (again, if her studies had been correct).  And her grip wasn't too firm, because she wasn't trying to crush his cock or anything, but it was still sufficiently strong that friction was occurring.  So why wasn't he...?

"I think we should go to Beaumonde soon.  I wanna see where you're from.  I wanna go visit.  Let's do that."  She nodded to herself as she spoke, continuing to increase in speed.  Maybe it was a speed issue.  Maybe she wasn't going fast enough.  Or maybe it was too fast--maybe she needed to slow down.  Or maybe she needed more lubrication.  Pulling her hands back, Tavi sucked on her tongue and spat down onto his manhood.  Maybe that'd help?  Nodding to herself, Tavi returned her hands and continued to work him.  "I think we should take a vacation, you know?  I can't really show you around my home, 'cause of that whole killed on sight thing, but maybe you can show me around your home?  Even if you don't show me the whole planet 'cause that'd take a while, you can show me the big spots.  Where do you go to tour on Beaumonde?  Do they have cute little carts and buggies and stuff?"

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The Verse / Re: Beaumonde - Rim Politics
« on: June 21, 2017, 10:32:58 AM »
What a day.

Dressed in her Jean-mandated newtech helmet, her leather duster, and with Permission drawn, Tavi was a specter of death.  It had been a bit of a curious set up, and honestly, it wasn't all that sensical.  Had Tavi come up with the plan while higher than a kite?  Naturally.  Don't ask silly questions.  She'd been rolling hard and realized she still had only slept with one person so far, and that wasn't exactly the required reading for sexual pleasure. 

It'd made perfect sense.

There was a smuggler that the Echo had worked with once or twice--they'd ransomed him back his ships, which had inspired him to get better-armed ships, which had in turn caused them to be more apparent--and he had enough information about Tavi to make the pilot skittish.  More skittish than normal, anyways.  So she'd come down to Beaumonde on the auspices of trying to relax with Jean and see some of his home, but in reality, she'd had murder on the mind.  That was when her second brilliant plan kicked into action!  The factory owner had a thing for companions, and Tavi wasn't about to hire a companion for herself.  But if she had him call out for one--which he had, like the lovely lamb he was--then she could have the companion arrive...

...and then the plan sort of got murky.  The takeaway was, Tavi found herself dressed in her boarding armor, taking potshots at a companion's protection detail, emulsifying the poor bastards.  Her logic had been pretty muddled, but if Tavi understood her own mind, the idea was that she needed to make sure the companion went to the factory owner without making any pitstops.  And that meant she needed to... kill people?

Taking aim, Tavi weighed the pros and cons as she sent another shotgun shell of flechettes into someone.

The carnage was thrilling in its own right, with people missing large portions of their torso and the street near the spaceport littered with the greasy red stain of life.  And as people ran and started to try and react, Tavi excused herself from the main road and darted into the alley, following the companion.  At least, Tavi was eighty percent certain the woman who she'd intentionally not shot was the companion.  How embarrassing was it going to be if she'd shot the wrong people, totally reduced a companion to his constituent components, and his, like, accountant had managed to survive?  Gosh.  Tavi would have so much egg on her face.

"You the chick?" Tavi inquired, reloading Permission and looking down at the hopefully-a-companion.  "The Companion?"

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The Verse / Re: In the Pipe, 5 by 5
« on: June 15, 2017, 10:13:37 AM »
Tavi looked at the LIDAR outline and ran it against the Echo's onboard computer system, checking it against the variety of blueprints on file.  While that hummed, she continued to move forward until they were about eight miles from the ship.  She applied the breaks and entered stable orbit with the wreck.  At this distance, the sensors were able to provide more intricate information about the ship's damage.  Massive internal explosion.  "Could've been a fuel breach," Tavi mused as she observed the damage.  "Intentional sabotage, maybe.  Cargo may've been volatile."  All things Jean knew about, but she was listing things out externally so she wouldn't forget.  It was unnecessary to posit that a micro-body could've hit the hull, breached it, and introduced sufficient kinetic energy to turn something into boom.

That micro-body could've been a well aimed kinetic round, too.

Space sniping wasn't easy, and given the way the ship wasn't propelling itself through space merrily, it either had been stopped when the damage occurred, or it had been acted on by an external force once the intertial dampeners were off-line.  So... what was it?  What had caused it?

"Shall we say hello, Cap?"

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Candyland
« on: June 15, 2017, 09:43:06 AM »
It touched her.

There was a moment of panic, her eyes going wide, her pupils dilated to hell and back, her vision entirely blurred...


...reality distorted for a moment...

        ...and then it kept changing, as the reaver in front of her had Jean's face stapled to his own...


              ...the smell of blood mingled with the antiseptic of the clinic room....

                    ...the gallop of her heart underneath everything....


Mouth agape, lungs frozen, Tavi let out the tiniest squeak of fear and slumped forward.  The combination of panic attack, drug withdrawal, and PTSD episode had knocked her unconscious.  It was probably blissful that way.  Her tortured mind shut itself down in an effort to protect itself from overheating, the way computer systems were wont to do.  And now, slumped forward, head on Jean's body, limp and tensionless...

At least she wouldn't scream and punch the Doctor at the moment?

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Ifs, Whens, and Maybes
« on: June 15, 2017, 09:34:07 AM »
As the vessels moved through the soundless void, Tavi's heart almost stopped.  Her brain whirred at a sickening speed, coming up with firing solutions and vectors and trajectories, running through the variety of ways this could all end poorly.  Her mind fractured and partitioned itself--simultaneously she considered the optimal range for laser weaponry, the fuel draw from a sudden hard burst, the ablative quality of the armor that encased the Echo, the current treasury (nearly zero), whether they could afford to jettison the cargo (no), and the tactics she'd been taught in the Academy on the interdiction or interception of foreign vessels. 

Her heart beat slowly.  Or perhaps her perception was cranked up and the drugs were making everything seem slower.  Maybe it was both?  But every beat felt sluggish, her body felt heavy, and the acceleration of the ship was surprisingly palpable in Tavi's chair.

And then...













Nothing.

Tavi let out the breath she'd been holding.  How long had she been not breathing?  With a little sigh, she watched the blip continue on its own path, continuing the search vector.  Nothing untowards.  No hail.  Possibly they didn't even realize the Echo was there, or they'd performed a scan, seen the broad profile of the quarter-turned ship and assumed it wasn't an ex-cruiser.  Who could really say why?  But the patrol wasn't after them, not this time.

Slowly increasing the acceleration just a nudge, Tavi readjusted the course one last time and sighed harder.  "I think we're out of the woods," she reported, looking up and over at Jean with a genuine smile.  "I think I need a drink."

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Ifs, Whens, and Maybes
« on: June 13, 2017, 06:33:05 PM »
"Dad's the senator.  Mom runs effectively a legalized criminal racket."  Tavi stifled a yawn as best she could, continuing their slow path through the stars.  "If it were expedient for them, they'd try and help.  I don't doubt they've already mined my heroic death at the hands of traitorous dogs for reelection and to secure their positions, though.  Me coming back now would be inconvenient.  Their political rivals would be able to say they didn't spend enough time looking for me.  Dad would look weak on crime, Mom's business organization would be scrutinized.  They'd have to discredit me, or indicate I wasn't who I am.  And since we were always so careful to keep me out of the spotlight, they'd just have to find some people who went to the Academy with me, say it's a convincing forgery but I'm clearly not Octavia Yeats, invent some doctor's report and backdate it in the Cortex to insinuate I had a definitive scar that I would be lacking, thus proving I'm not me, and then I'd be carted off as some sort of fraudulent freak.  If I survived the reprogramming, I'd be able to publicly announce my new name and indicate that I was never me, and then I'd probably face some unofficial execution and be shuffled away into an incinerator."

Another stifled yawn.  "Patrol boat at the lower zeta quadrant on that screen, he's spotted us I think.  Look how he's curling away in our direction.  You want me to scram, or...?"  There hadn't been a hail yet.  There wasn't a huge burst of speed.  It could be Tavi's paranoia, or it could be idle curiosity on the part of the captain of that ship, but it was Jean's call on how they reacted to it.  Everything felt tense, everything felt... uneasy.  There was more to say about her parents and about going back home--including that, if it was too late for Jean, then Tavi wasn't liable to want to go back anyways--but all that needed to be left unsaid.  For now, they had to focus on their new jobs.  Ironically, that involved focusing on their old jobs, too.

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Ifs, Whens, and Maybes
« on: June 10, 2017, 09:35:02 PM »
Maintaining her vigil on the bank of computer screens, Tavi weighed his question thoughtfully.  She was silent, considering her answer.  The little signals indicated some shifting from the patrol boats, but it wasn't anything serious yet.  They were still out of long-range engagement risk, and the patrols hadn't increased their speed or attempted to hail.  They'd know if the lasers were going to try and rake across the Echo

"Yes." 

Tavi's fingers danced over the console, adjusting speed and thrust, inertia and drift.  It was important that they make real-time corrections that the LIDAR allowed them to identify.  Course correction wasn't easy, but it was the sort of thing that Tavi both excelled at and delighted in.  She truly was a lover of the Black.  Out there... out there, she could be free.  But the Core, her family...

"I don't miss my family.  I miss my dog.  I miss those saffron-infused noodles on Sihnon.  I miss Companions.  I miss playing the piano, and the Cortex.  I miss getting massages and drinks with umbrellas in them.  I miss having access to all the perfumes I ever wanted.  And I miss walking along Londinium's Grand Promenade, looking at the cherry trees in bloom, with the shining city as a background.  If we could, I'd want to go back with you."

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Candyland
« on: June 10, 2017, 09:26:20 PM »
When Tavi looked back up at Jean, she just... looked confused.  For someone as smart as Octavia Yeats, the look was rather foreign.  But the hallucination she had before her eyes, the reaver standing before her, reaching for her, his body naked and his skin scarified, the way his body glistened with blood, and that horrible sound of people being eaten...

Sinking down, hands over her eyes, Tavi smelled the thick, rich iron of that night.  It bubbled over her, threatening to drown her.  The Itch in her skull burned, steel wool with a battery pressed against it.  The reaver made more noise, and she waited, waited, waited for the feeling of it touching her, of it trying to pry her apart, to--

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The Verse / Re: In the Pipe, 5 by 5
« on: June 10, 2017, 09:19:52 PM »
Tavi interpreted the news and smoothed out her hair, running her fingers along her scalp.  "See, that's interesting.  This is all very interesting, Cap.  We should approach in as stealthily as we can, keep our emissions and profile low.  If they jump to life, we can open fire.  If an enemy jumps to life, we can open fire.  So long as we've got our eyes open--" notwithstanding her accidental command to debug the sensor system, "--I think we've got a good chance.  I'll let you answer Mao, though."

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Go Down, Moses
« on: June 10, 2017, 09:16:45 PM »
Tavi laughed and shook her head, before letting go with one hand and moving to very gently massage his injured knee.  "Sorry, Jeanie.  I'm in the giving mood right now.  Still, I wanna hear what it is you wanna do to me, because..."  She shrugged.  "Because I'm giving you a handjob and you'll do whatever the fuck I want, I think is how that sentence ends usually.  Right?"  With a little self-satisfied grin, the pilot continued her ministrations, considering what sorts of awful things she could do to make Jean really cum for her again.  The second always took longer, which was why she'd tried to blow Jean at the start and get the first of the day out of the way.  Of course, the morning after he'd... taken a bit more of a lead.

Returning her hand back to his manhood and continuing to churn, Tavi admired his body.  There were scars and muscle and hair and a sheen of sweat from their exercise already, and a not insignificant bloc in Tavi's psyche voted for "kiss along him and end up back on top of him for round two," but it was vetoed by the "make him explode like a champagne bottle and be a coy little bitch."  Alas, the coy little bitch party had really made some gains in the last psyche election.

"You make me happy," Tavi added, almost as an afterthought.

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Go Down, Moses
« on: June 05, 2017, 07:36:39 PM »
"So long as we pick up better quality lube next time we're at the skyplex," Tavi reported cheerfully, moving in bed so she was sitting in between Jean's knees, both hands playing with his manhood.  "It doesn't really bother me, but you gotta go slow.  That's pretty much the biggest difference... but yeah.  It's a pretty effective method, right?  We both get our kicks, it doubles down on the protection.  Why not?"  One hand moved from shaft to balls, sliding around to make sure the skin wasn't sticking to his thighs.  No reason for him to be uncomfortable, after all.

Looking up into his face, Tavi grew perplexed.  "Jean, you're kinda lookin' a little more pensive than you usually do after we fuck.  Something I said?

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Go Down, Moses
« on: June 04, 2017, 09:49:38 PM »
If the pause and Jean's disgruntlement necessitated a stop to the handjob, that memo did not reach Tavi.  She continued her stroking, increasing pressure along his shaft and working at a quicker pace.  "I'm on birth control right now, I just realized, maybe we should discuss it and make sure it's what we both want.  If you're looking to rut and have a little Jean running around, then that's a conversation we need to have, ya know?  It's not like it's a big deal, it's just--it's something we have to understand and we have to agree on, sooner rather than later.  You know what I mean?"

Did she want kids?  Her brain was really something special, Tavi was proud of that fact, so passing it on to someone else would be good.  But what if the baby got her addictions?  What if the baby got her insanity, her mental quirks?  What if she went bonkers and killed her baby?  That would definitely be a Bad Thing.  It was a liability, having a kid.  And honestly, did Tavi even want one?  Did she want to commit to nine months of having a baby gestate in her, only for it to interrupt her ability to do everything else she was looking for?

"Maybe just anal for now?"

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Candyland
« on: June 04, 2017, 08:45:49 PM »
"I want to go to my room, Captain," Tavi mumbled, looking up into his eyes with something akin to steel.  "It hurts Captain, nobody's helping me, I'm just... done.  I'm done, Captain.  You and the Doctor can bitch and fucking do whatever the gorram fucking hell you decide you want to do, I don't give even the tiniest bit of a shit anymore!  I just--I can't keep hurting, and you're making me hurt, so just... enough!"  Gripping the counter with one hand, tears falling from her head as the images played once more, her sterling memory pulling up the sight of men being killed in just the most... horrific ways... and the smell, always the smell, raw meat wafting through the bulkhead, and the sound, oh god, like fabric ripping and the immediate gurgle of a dead man's last scream, and--

The hand on the counter made its way back up to her skull, and Tavi pulled away from Jean and stepped backwards, moving towards the corner of the infirmary.  "Getitoutgetitoutgetitoutgetitoutgetitoutgetitout..."

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Ifs, Whens, and Maybes
« on: June 04, 2017, 08:38:06 PM »
It was difficult to thread the needle without some sort of computer assistance, and as Tavi maneuvered the Echo along the flightpath she could see in her head, she took a moment to start loading the data into the computer system.  No need to rely solely on what her brain was producing, after all.  Having the knack of it during her time as a fighter pilot had been very useful, but it was rarely required in an interceptor.  Although, to be fair, there were certainly times when the Black Echo felt closer to the fighters than anything else.  The Caduceus interceptors were a really remarkable line of craft, all things considered.  And the nearly two thousand credits (or about five thousand platinum) a month went into maintaining it.  Without Mao, how much higher would that end up being?

Accounting for astrotime anomalies she wasn't presently aware of was something the computer excelled at, and once their course was entered in, there wasn't much to do except feel the gentle pull of multiple gs of acceleration shudder through the the vessel.  The extra armor they'd installed to break up the exterior profile made the ship tremble a little at higher velocities.  Still, they just needed to wait and see if the Alliance would notice them.

"It would've been," Octavia agreed, looking over at Jean once the rapid math was finished.  "Funny, how it all worked out.  And it's nice, isn't it?  That we didn't face pirates with cutting edge tech?  Although may we did, and we just never knew.  How many pirates saw us and cut their losses, got the hell out of there?  Not really a question we can ever find the answer to, I suppose, but still."

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The Verse / Re: In the Pipe, 5 by 5
« on: June 02, 2017, 08:19:33 PM »
As she maneuvered the ship towards the downed vessel, Yeats attempted--and utterly fucking failed to--scan the downed ship.  The garble of information that exploded onto the screen told Octavia very little, other than that she hit the wrong button by the looks of things.  The useless data was impressive in its complete inability to provide meaningful anything.  So overwhelmingly useless, in fact, that Tavi spent too much time attempting to decipher meaning from the information.  As a result, she failed to move them closer at a particularly swift pace.

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The Verse / Re: In the Pipe, 5 by 5
« on: May 30, 2017, 08:37:01 PM »
"Looks like a trap, Jean," Tavi reported, noting the information.  "Bait, presumably.  Let's do a full on sweep of the surrounding area before we approach?  We can get within a few miles before we'll be in range for the EMP, anyways.  Might as well spend some time getting to know who our new friends might end up being, ya know?"  Tavi flicked on the sensory array and did a general sweep of the surrounding area.  Best to know if there was anyone around who might be taking advantage of the Deuteronomy's crippled status presently.

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Rolled 1d10 : 3, total 3
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Rolled 1d12 : 3, total 3
1d10 Perception + 1d12 Alertness.  I don't believe the pilot's skill is involved in this?  Short post, but I don't know what, if anything, the search is going to reveal.


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Mining Skyplex / Re: Whisky Time
« on: May 30, 2017, 08:32:54 PM »
"Oh, I have a big, strapping man to help me!  And also Jean, I guess, if we can't find my darling friend."  All smiles, another little squeeze around Jean's midsection.  "I could definitely go shopping, actually.  I was thinking of going down to the planet soon, actually.  Buy me a hat, and then you can go play in the toy section while I find the best place to buy tiki torches on-planet.  Sound like a plan?  'Cause it sounds like a plan to me.  Cordell, I'm gonna see about getting an uplink so I can listen in to your radio station!  Especially in case you ever decide to mention a certain planet again.  Don't worry!  I'll find you."  With a grin and a wink, she finally untangled herself from Jean, downing whatever drinks were unattended on the bar.  Raising her arms in victory, Tavi started away towards the presidium--such as it was, anyways.

What sort of millinery were they going to find on a black market skyplex?  That... didn't seem like it was a realistic sort of industry to find on a mining station, even if it had a burgeoning and wide-spread market of illicit goods.  It was hardly as though women's hats were contraband, although perhaps someone had... stolen... no, why would someone fence a woman's hat?  That was sort of outside the realm of possibility, wasn't it?  Wandering out of the bar, Tavi started to search for any sign of the greater marketplace, the bazaar proper.  Surely there'd be a stomach where all the swill of the subterfugical salesmen sloshed in, no?  And in that heap, there would be the perfect women's hat.  The milliner's golden grail.  The thousand year egg of hats, except with fewer dead turtles. 

Or maybe more dead turtles? 

Could one put a dead-turtle-total on fashion?  Drunk Tavi mused the query.  Hopefully there was.  A heap of dead turtles was hardly fashionable, but if you were to create a convincing doublet covered in dead turtles, would that then become the sort of cutting edge avant-garde look that the Core would go crazy for?  Was that all Sihnon was waiting for, dead turtle chic?  Were the lives of reptiles in balance as the hungry eyes of a hedonistic nation?

They were so cute, though.  Why would someone make a hat from dead turtles?  The thought broke Tavi's heart.  She stood outside the bar, both hands over her heart, her lower lip poked out and her eyes starting to grow misty at the thought.  Gorram, baby turtles didn't deserve that sort of fate.  No one did.  Except maybe certain really bad pilots.  They deserved to be turned into hats.  But everyone else--well, no.  People who spoke in movie theatres, they were hat-worthy.  Fine.  A multitude of humans, they were on the list for hatifying.  But animals!  No animals deserved that sort of fate. 

"We can't buy the turtle hat," she mumbled to Jean, when he finally reached her side.  "Gorram... fashion can't... not the turtles, not this time."

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Go Down, Moses
« on: May 30, 2017, 08:19:09 PM »
"Didn't they teach you how to speak seductively?" Tavi asked, utterly hypocritically.  She was quite new to all of this herself, so any lack of experience on Jean's part was mirrored quite entirely in his partner.  Still, Tavi started jerking Jean off in earnest, her hand pumping at a good pace.  She timed it with her breaths.  Would Jean realize?  Would he attempt to encourage her towards breathlessness?  Or would be he content with something slow and languid?  "I just want you to tell me things like... 'I wish to retire to a nice little planet where I can devastate your pelvis daily 'til Am has to retire because he's not into patching you up anymore.'  Is that so hard to ask for?"

The churlish smirk on her lips was definitely indicative of where her mind was, but part of Tavi's fictional fantasy was quite real.  She did dream of retiring to somewhere nice... and having her pelvis devastated.  That whole... experience thing, that had really agreed with her.  Sex was awesome.  Like--full stop.  Sex was awesome.  She definitely understood why people in the Academy had been so damned singleminded in their pursuit of it.  At least Tavi had resisted the clarion call of coitus until post-treason.  Now she could fuck without too much in the way of guilt.

Small victories helped make the reality of their new piratical life sting less.

"If I get pregnant, do you want me to keep it?  Or should I take precautions so that isn't a thing we have to worry about?"  Her hand didn't stop working his shaft, and Tavi's tone and facial expression didn't shift at all.  If she found that to be distasteful pillow talk, Tavi's body language absolutely didn't display that.

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Candyland
« on: May 30, 2017, 08:09:23 PM »
Tavi routinely tried.  She tried to get clean.  Every few weeks, when she was reduced to a mewling, quivering, wretching, revolting mess of a woman, she'd catch sight of her fingernails, realize they'd gotten long and gnarled, and she'd go through the cycle.  Clip her nails, file them back, take a shower, try to detox.  Every time, it backfired.  This marked the eighth time she'd tried.  It was the sort of uncomfortable habit that was starting to wear away at her willpower.  Every failure was a reminder of something utterly alien to Tavi: failure itself.  So often she was the master of her own mind, at the very least, and the constant urge, the insatiable... Itch, always lingering, always looming on the horizon, threatening to drive her mad if she didn't find the right way to...!

Looking up at Amadeus, completely blanking on what had gone on, Tavi tilted her head at his question.  "I'd like to go back to my room, please," came her reply, quiet and resolute.  The roughness in her voice from the multiple rounds of vomiting was very evident now, and she seemed... weak.  She swayed in place, one hand on the counter in an effort to stabilize herself.  "You two are making my head hurt worse.  Can I please leave now?

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Ifs, Whens, and Maybes
« on: May 30, 2017, 08:01:21 PM »
Gently, Octavia applied the thrust and began them on their journey the long way 'round.  It was going to take a lot of fuel, especially with the dead weight.  "Can you get Mao back on the scuttlebutt and get him to patch up the generator, at least?  If we can maybe transfer a bit of power, we could..."  Her voice tapered off and she shook her head, checking the various monitors and gauges.  Keeping the ship on course was important, especially with the fine line Tavi had calculated.  Getting the trajectory just right would help them save essential fuel, and more importantly, it minimized their sensor profile.  The slighter that was, the better the chances an overtired sensor operator didn't see them.

Hopefully.

"Can't spare the fuel, and their engine is inferior to ours.  Even if we established basic screens around the wreck, the thermal sig would be visible like crazy.  Never mind.  Best to do what we're doing."  She sighed, adjusting the course slightly.  The Echo drifted slightly with the 'drag' of the deadweight, the inertial dampeners not quite extending around their 'cargo.'  The end result?  Part of the ship obeyed Newton, and the majority didn't.  The gravitational filibuster from the transport they were carrying was not particularly robust, but it was throwing little three-body equational variants she had to correct in real time.  Rude.

"You want to alert the gang?  Get everyone at the ready in case we run into more trouble?  Or are we more in a 'launch the cargo behind us at the highest possible speed and ride the inertial boost 'til our eyes bleed' sort of standing orders?"  Reaching over, Tavi took her cup of tea and sipped it, looking at Jean from beneath her heavy eyelashes.  She looked pretty okay today, actually.  And in general, she looked... pretty.  It was remarkable what a little makeup and relatively clean hair could do, especially after the usual had devolved into 'cave troll in space.'  Space troll.

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Candyland
« on: May 23, 2017, 08:12:05 PM »
The shout was so uncharacteristic, it took Tavi by surprise.  When he let go, she took a step back and viewed him for a moment.  Still, it stopped her countdown, so it was definitely effective.  "I tried being good, Jean.  I'm trying.  It... hurts every time..." she whispered, rubbing her wrist where he'd been holding her.  The 'enough' still rung in her ears, and her heart felt sluggish in addition to everything else hurting.  Why?  Why did everything hurt so much?  Every time she tried to do something, she ended up threatening people.  Why?  Why was that her fallback?  Why did she feel like that was acceptable?

"Sorry," Tavi added quietly, looking over at the Doctor.  "I... don't mean to..."

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Black Echo ~ Pirate Ship / Re: Ifs, Whens, and Maybes
« on: May 23, 2017, 08:32:43 AM »
"This new course'll take about six more days of fuel.  One hundred fifty two hours, effectively, and we're already at below half.  Sixty tons of liquid hydrogen left, so we have roughly three hundred eighty four hours of impulse left, but if we cut the engine after we get moving we can reduce that significantly to just regular power production for essential services.  We should be comfortable, about two hundred twenty hours total when we start the engines up.  But that presumes no additional course correction, no additional issues, and that we'd be flying pretty much as cold as possible, which..."  Tavi shook her head.  "We're comfortable right now, but if the patrols have friends nearby, we're gonna start burning through fuel.  We cruise at nine, but we could full burn to thirteen... at the expense of our fuel reserves.  And that's not accounting for the Hotaru's additional mass.  Shit."

The additional mass of the Hotaru changed the effective tonnage of the Echo. Three hundred tons' difference certainly changed up the energy required. Tavi ran through the numbers in her mind, quickly comparing the energy delta between fifteen twenty two and eighteen twenty two, and then comparing it to course corrections she could make.  The average burn speed of hydrogen and the power of the inertial dampeners equipped on the Echo, along with the additional stress induced by having three hundred tons of dead weight not being effective... And then you throw in the energy signature and how she'd have to try and use the cold of the inactive Hotaru as a sort of buffer between her ship and the patrols...

Tavi pushed her hair out of her face and shook her head.  "Okay, factoring in the additional mass, we'll use up about two hundred hours of fuel for the new route.  We can't really afford any problems, Cap.  Something goes wrong, we're gonna start moving towards a dangerous margin of error, here."

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