M Cpt Luthas - Mood whiplash
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May 11, 2022, 11:41:12 PM5/11/22
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Luthas: It’s been quite clear that this is all serious business. :: He gave her the eyebrow. :: And of a personal nature?
The look she gave him and that she moved to the back of the ship ticked enough boxes that Luthas was taking his question as answered before she even spoke.
DeVeau: I will admit to it being of a personal nature. I’m going to stay back here til we land.
Eventually, the canopy of trees broke, and beneath them was another city - though far smaller than the ones they had seen upon entering. This was old, too, derelict, the buildings fashioned from outdated materials, many of the buildings crumbling, windows warped indicating not only their age but the fragility of the material from which they had been made. Many more remained standing, but it was obvious they had seen an age or two come and go. There was another small ship, a hint larger than their own, and next to it was where the computer indicated they should rest. Only when their own finally settled upon the ground did Alora emerge from the depths, a tight expression disappearing on her face behind a mask of indifference.
DeVeau: Come on.
Luthas: Yeah yeah.
He quickly shut off the ship and opened the door. Alora quickly exited to greet the other ship’s occupant, a Ferengi male Luthas didn’t recognize but Alora apparently did.
DeVeau: Hello Yoink.
Yoink: Ah, Miss DeVeau, how lovely to see you again. And you my fine Vulcan friend, welcome.
Luthas simply tilted his head in Yoink’s direction, Alora’s prior behavior putting him on alert. He didn’t rest his hand on his phaser like he would have done if he was still working with the Rascal, but he would have also had way more details about what the heck was going on.
DeVeau: I trust everything is here as agreed.
Yoink: Indeed! All that you need and could ever want is in here.
The ferengi motioned toward the low building that squatted behind his own ship, broader than tall, and a dull grey in hue.
DeVeau: Good. I’ll call you when it’s done.
Yoink: Excellent. Always a pleasure doing business with you, Miss DeVeau.
The Ferengi offered a half bow, his grin unmoved and then he scurried back to his ship and sped away. Once he was gone, Alora walked briskly toward the building, arms swinging, and reached for the door upon their approach and opened it.
Inside where stacks of crates and boxes labeled with their contents, ones that he recognized immediately given his role. She tapped on one and the lid slid off and she motioned for Luthas to peek inside and see the explosive goods inside..
DeVeau: It’s a small city - well, an old village really. And you get to destroy the entire thing. There’s no one here, no one has lived here in a very, very long time. So you get to play all day long.
Her face cracked into a big grin.
DeVeau: Merry Christmas, Luthas.
Someone was probably wishing they had a camera to capture the range of emotion that flickered across his face. His mouth opened and closed as he looked between the boxes and her now super cheery expression trying to process what just happened.
Luthas: What the hell Alora?!
DeVeau: ?
Luthas: But you’d been acting like we were on a mission to take out the person who killed your parents. Or rescue a bunch of enslaved people. Or take out an enslaved person who killed your parents! You know serious stuff other than a late Christmas gift.
He had no idea on the status of Alora’s parents but he figured the metaphor worked no matter what their living status was.
DeVeau: ?
He hurried over and covered the boxes protectively.
Luthas: I didn’t say that. Can’t take a gift back once it’s been given.
DeVeau: ?
Marine Captain Luthas
Marine Combat Engineer
Starbase 118 Ops
O239306IK0
Luthas: It’s been quite clear that this is all serious business. :: He gave her the eyebrow. :: And of a personal nature?
The look she gave him and that she moved to the back of the ship ticked enough boxes that Luthas was taking his question as answered before she even spoke.
DeVeau: I will admit to it being of a personal nature. I’m going to stay back here til we land.
Eventually, the canopy of trees broke, and beneath them was another city - though far smaller than the ones they had seen upon entering. This was old, too, derelict, the buildings fashioned from outdated materials, many of the buildings crumbling, windows warped indicating not only their age but the fragility of the material from which they had been made. Many more remained standing, but it was obvious they had seen an age or two come and go. There was another small ship, a hint larger than their own, and next to it was where the computer indicated they should rest. Only when their own finally settled upon the ground did Alora emerge from the depths, a tight expression disappearing on her face behind a mask of indifference.
DeVeau: Come on.
Luthas: Yeah yeah.
He quickly shut off the ship and opened the door. Alora quickly exited to greet the other ship’s occupant, a Ferengi male Luthas didn’t recognize but Alora apparently did.
DeVeau: Hello Yoink.
Yoink: Ah, Miss DeVeau, how lovely to see you again. And you my fine Vulcan friend, welcome.
Luthas simply tilted his head in Yoink’s direction, Alora’s prior behavior putting him on alert. He didn’t rest his hand on his phaser like he would have done if he was still working with the Rascal, but he would have also had way more details about what the heck was going on.
DeVeau: I trust everything is here as agreed.
Yoink: Indeed! All that you need and could ever want is in here.
The ferengi motioned toward the low building that squatted behind his own ship, broader than tall, and a dull grey in hue.
DeVeau: Good. I’ll call you when it’s done.
Yoink: Excellent. Always a pleasure doing business with you, Miss DeVeau.
The Ferengi offered a half bow, his grin unmoved and then he scurried back to his ship and sped away. Once he was gone, Alora walked briskly toward the building, arms swinging, and reached for the door upon their approach and opened it.
Inside where stacks of crates and boxes labeled with their contents, ones that he recognized immediately given his role. She tapped on one and the lid slid off and she motioned for Luthas to peek inside and see the explosive goods inside..
DeVeau: It’s a small city - well, an old village really. And you get to destroy the entire thing. There’s no one here, no one has lived here in a very, very long time. So you get to play all day long.
Her face cracked into a big grin.
DeVeau: Merry Christmas, Luthas.
Someone was probably wishing they had a camera to capture the range of emotion that flickered across his face. His mouth opened and closed as he looked between the boxes and her now super cheery expression trying to process what just happened.
Luthas: What the hell Alora?!
DeVeau: ?
Luthas: But you’d been acting like we were on a mission to take out the person who killed your parents. Or rescue a bunch of enslaved people. Or take out an enslaved person who killed your parents! You know serious stuff other than a late Christmas gift.
He had no idea on the status of Alora’s parents but he figured the metaphor worked no matter what their living status was.
DeVeau: ?
He hurried over and covered the boxes protectively.
Luthas: I didn’t say that. Can’t take a gift back once it’s been given.
DeVeau: ?
Marine Captain Luthas
Marine Combat Engineer
Starbase 118 Ops
O239306IK0
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