Vicious/Meia: Face off!

[Bean Bandit]

"Thanks. That gives me a good place to start. You wouldn't happen to know what they're dealing in, would you?"

[Rezantis]

"I . . . dammit."  Meia frowned.  "Red . . . something.  I don't remember.  It's red something, or something red, though."

[Bean Bandit]

"That should be all I need." Amusement in his voice, now. "Figures. Anyway, when we get there, I'll see what I can do about talking us past the port authorities. From there on, your friends are your problem."

[Rezantis]

Meia nodded, forgetting for a second that Spike couldn't see.  "Well, my memory never was the best . . . ah!  It was that damn drug people spray in their eyes.  Red eye, that was it."

Surprised I could remember that much, actually.

"In the meantime, yeah, I'll stay with my friends."

[Bean Bandit]

Spike seemed a little suprised that Meia wasn't going to press the issue, but he left it alone. "Right. I'll call again when we're close to landing."
he replied, cutting the channel.

[Rezantis]

After a moment, Meia rolled the Dread slightly away from Spike's fighter and whirled it into a couple of moderate-speed loops, trying to get a good idea of just how antsy the dread's powerplant actually was.

[Bean Bandit]

Meia noted that there was a general sluggishness around the three quarters mark of all of the gauges, and without diversions, the power refused to climb higher.

[Carthrat]

Vicious nodded, looking for the hand-pad and (hopefully) opening the ship in the prescribed manner.

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Vicious

IC:

In the center of the door, there was a discolored patch, that didn't seem to stand out greatly from the door itself, but under the correct lighting, glittered a little...

[Carthrat]

Vicious presses his hand against the glittering-patch thingy.

[Bean Bandit]

The glittery patch flashed brightly under Vicious' hand, then a single, localized pulse flashed under his thumb...and repeated under each of his fingers in quick succession.

After the final flash under his pinkie faded away, the door slowly pulled open to admit him...

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Meia

IC:

Meia traveled alongside Spike for what seemed like hours, with not terribly a lot to do. Aside from their impending destination, which was slowly growing nearer, and the ever present mass of what she now recognized as Jupiter, there was not a great deal in the way of scenery. Despite the fact that space is, admittedly, quite beautiful, it is also, to pardon the narrator's french, boring as shit after awhile.


Thusly, it was with great relief that the motley crew arrived on Callisto. Spike, true to his word, talked the three of them past the amazingly lax port authorities, and even managed to get ship berths for all three of them, even Barnette's seriously damaged Dread.

Which lead to the current discussion they were having in a little, run-down office in the laughingly named 'customs' building, with Spike on one side of the room, and Barnette (With Paiway half hiding behind her) And Meia on the other.

"I'm not telling you to sell the whole ship, but they're offering a heft amount of cash for broken parts, or a good look at the insides." Spike told them. "You need the money, and with the type of people they have here, that could make the difference between coming back to find our ships intact, or stripped."


"I'm not telling you to sell the whole ship.

[Carthrat]

Vicious hops inside the ship, and looks around a bit.

Hum.. can I take off from here, or should the ship be carted somewhere more conveniant?

He gives a check outside to see if it's feasable that he could take off here, and tries to remember anything he knows about flying spacecraft.

Yeah, flying spacecraft. Like, how different could it be from a video game?

Ohhhhhh shit.

OOC: Basically, a rundown of the control panel, and any gear that might be stashed in the ship. If there's like a draw or compartment, I'll be checking inside it, unless it's downright obvious what's in it.[/i]

[Bean Bandit]

Interestingly enough, the front of the spacecraft seemed to be devoid of any controls...save for a door. On further examination, Vicious found himself in the storage/passenger section, with only one benchlike seat and a control panel on the far wall, and a door quite similar to the one he'd opened to get into the craft at the front...

[Carthrat]

Vicious goes to open the door, by any means necessary.