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 Female x Female  Action / Adventure  Science Fiction/Futuristic How Gently Grows The Empire. [Ysolde & Chrystal]

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Chrystal Dark, Sep 30, 2019.

  1. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    "Attention All Hands. Five minutes to Tangle-exit, all hands to general quarters. Repeat: Attention all hands. Five minutes to Tangle-exit, all hands to general quarters." The pleasant alto voice of the ship's AI sang out the orders, in a casual, almost comical way, totally failing to inspire the sense of urgency they warranted. Frriv Hrralba yawned and glared up at the speaker in the ward room where she was grabbing a cup of coffee. "Skivvih-khe usrefrruh mrr!" She muttered, not caring that most of the officers in the room, for that matter, on the whole ship, didn't understand a word of Mrinari. It made her feel better to mutter in herown language.

    Interestingly one of the human officers also grabbing a quick breakfast, muttered an almost exact translation: "Heard you the first time!" Once again, Frriv was reminded of how very similar the two species were, compared to some of the others that had been contacted by both, since the end of the Mrinka-Human war, some three centuries ago. It always amazed her how the two species that had fought a war of mutual annihilation until they were both exhausted, could become the staunchest of allies.

    She shoved a pastry that human's inexplicably called a nut-dow, or something like that, into her mouth, chewed and swallowed, washed it down with her krrfee and dumped the cup into the washer before heading to the control room. The concept of a "bridge" on a warship of space had, fortunately, vanished along with many other science-fiction concepts. The control room was just forward of the ship's mainframe computer that ran the AI, more or less at the centre of the ship. Although not at it's centre of mass, - the Tangle Drive, in it's lead and concrete sarcophagus, toojk that honour.

    The Mrinka pilot slid into her seat with over a minute to spare. Humans and a Bruthie who had set off before her arrived after her, the feline was fast on her feet, lithe and agile. She was strapped in and ready, her fingers hovering over the controls, ready to take over the moment the tangle-drive shut down. To her left, the Bruthie co-pilot slopped wetly into her seat, and powered her control screen up. To Frriv's right, concentrating hard, were the First tangle-pilot, and First tangle navigator, both human. The pilot was staring intently at her screen , and listening through headphones to the mumbled directions of the navigator, as the tangle-ship wound its way through the last twists and turns.

    "Tangle exit in five..." The AI counted down and Frriv glared at her screen as the writhing silver tunnel they were in resolved into a rapidly approaching silver disc "Two... one, now!" The silver vanished and her screen went black. The black of space, spangled with little lights. Behind her Frivv heard the captain barking orders, listening for those that concerned her.

    "Helm ten left and five up, rotate sixty to put us parallel to the ecliptic, make your heading Alpha two ten, Delta neg seventy."

    Frriv repeated the order even as the AI confirmed they were in fact in the right place, and more to the point that the stellar displacements indicated a real-space transit of exactly nine and a half hours, four times the wormhole transit time.

    Her fingers flew over the screen and the OMS fired in response, followed by the main engines. She barely noticed the medical team leading the exhausted tangle-pair from the room.

    Frriv had dreamed of being a tangle-pilot, it had so much more glamour, but she had no tangle-sense herself, and had so far not met anyone who did, who was single. Still, she got to fly this awesome ship that was both warship and factory ship. Although the true factory had literally just popped out of the disintegrating wormhole behind them. Lacking its own tangle-drive, the factory followed the escort cruiser through the tangle. But in fact it was equipped with the raw materials to make not just a tangle-drive, but the latest thing in interstellar travel, a wormhole gate!

    "Heading steady on Alpha two ten, Delta negative seventy, cutting burn, request OMS burns to align heading and bearing, Captain?"

    "Go ahead".

    Signals sent by her fingers through the three-d screen in front of her were read by the AI and interpreted to short, almost gentle puffs of radioactive hydrogen through the ship's Orbital Manoeuvre System. As the front of the vessel swong to point the way the ship was going, so a beautiful sight came into view on every forward facing view-screen. A planet, green-blue and speckled with puffs of white. Nee_kr'a, the Bruth^ie sitting next to Frriv, let out some pleased sounding dings.

    The navigation officer and the AI, almost in unison, confirmed, this was the lost Bruth^ie colony of A'a'-a_^.
     
  2. Ysolde

    Ysolde Transgender Lesbian Butterfly Member

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    Lilith Leslie was the Chief Petty Officer in charge of the engine on the ship and most of the enlisted ratings. The massive so called uranium and hydrogen reactor that basically provided every erg of power the ship used. Right now though the most Important part of her job was about to happen. The change over from Tangle space into real space. When the ship would basically go from needing the Tangle drive a maximum military power to needing one one hundredth of that power.

    Now the computer was supposed to do the changeover. The powerful AI made calculations and did the math far faster than CPO Leslie could ever manage, but there was always a possibility for a mistake. Hell she’d been on this same duty years ago and the only thing that had saved everyone on board was her doing the changeover instead of the AI.

    The countdown came and her nerves were at their maximum as she listened, “Three...Two...One...” Her hands hovered over the screen ready to take over and do what needed to be done, but today wasn’t the day when she’d need to do that. She gave a little sigh of relief and reported, “Changeover successful all systems running one one hundredth power.”

    The Lieutenant in charge said, “Noted Chief, I think we should prepare for the factory set up. What’s your read on the ranks?” She turned to her and by the gods they seemed younger every year. Was the lieutenant really out of Academy? Well no matter Leslie was here for her to lean on and help her learn how to command.

    “Last crew change they gave us a ton of new chums. The other petty officers are training them, but they won’t be as efficient on this gate as our last one.”

    The young woman nodded then added, “Think I read in the report that you worked double shifts last time. Maybe you shouldn’t do that?”

    Leslie laughed and said, “Bit more authority in your voice LT. Make it and order and not a question. But, I’ll be a good girl for you.”
     
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  3. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    First re-contact with the Bruth^ie had come some three weeks ago, when a cargo tangle-ship en route from Hfft to ^^^ (Pronounced "Beep beep beep" by non Bruth^ie) had tangled up with a smuggler, and had dropped out of the wormhole not far from a star that had a distinctive radio-signature, indicating intelligent life. The fact that the reptilian Gak'ra had made contact with a Bruth^ie colony was not that unusual. Colonies of the six races, that had been cut off during the First Contact Wars, a period that some historians were now referring to as the Great Diaspora, often popped up in unexpected places. An isolated Mrinka colony had been discovered on a jungle-covered world not thirty light years from Sol, on the far side of the Human home star from Hrozsa.

    The fact that the Mrinka colony had been established before the fifty year long war between cats and apes had begun, had many human defence strategists in a total panic, to the amusement of the Mrinka.

    This particular world was in an unclaimed (make that, formerly unclaimed) volume of space between Bruth^ie and Gak'ra zones. The presence of a colony obviously gave the molluscs a claim on the volume. While the Gak'ra were stubbornly resisting the building of gates in their star systems, the Bruth^ie were eager for them, and the newly re-contacted world was no exception. With the escort cruiser in a stable orbit at the inhabited world's L2 point with the primary, Frriv was excused from the control room and went to get a quick meal before her next duty shift began.

    This time she made her way not to the control room but to the shuttle bay. The ship would be remaining where it was for now, and the factory ship would be the focus of activity. The cruiser was there to protect it and the gate, until the gates own defences could be brought online. The colony had officially joined the empire last week, and had been granted World status and the mission that had been prepared the moment the people on the planet had expressed an interest in receiving a gate was given the go-order.

    Of course at this point they were only able to afford a single, bi-directional gate. At some future date, maybe, the single gate would have a second one constructed next to it and the incoming wormhole function would be transferred to this new gate. Sol currently had eight gates and ten separate ancibles, Hrozsa had four gates, two in and two out, the last time Frriv had been there, but she knew that a third pair were already under construction, to handle the growing amount of traffic using them.

    She tapped her code into the shuttle's access and the portal slid open with a soft hiss. She noticed that there were already a number of young keen techs and engineers, milling around, chatting excitedly. She flicked her ears, her tail tip twitching inside the regulation vacuum suit that regulations mandated that everyone wore during a shuttle-transfer in an unsecure system. Her helmet dangled from a clip on her belt as she walked around the space craft, making sure it was vacuum-safe, then returning to the entrance. "Ladies and gents. Welcome aboard." The Mrinka indicated with the sweep of an arm that the people could enter. Most, she knew, were rookies on their first construct mission, straight out of universities and academies across the Empire. A face she recognised brought her ears up and forward and a soft purr to her throat.

    "Hey Lil, good to have you on this one." She smiled, keeping her teeth covered. A grin, from a Mrinka was an aggressive expression, the display of teeth usually a prelude to an attack. She offered a shallow bow to her human friend, "Hnahaghroih-khe, nrrdve'ihu". She gave the traditional Mrinka greeting to a close friend who was not family - I give you honour, my good friend. Hnahag - the closest human word was honour - was everything to a Mrinka. The word embodied more than just the meaning contained in the English translation. Hnahag was the Mrinka way of life, their religion, their reason to live. the nearest analogy would be a blend of the European medieval code of chivalry, the Japanese code of Bushido and the way of life of the Native Americans.

    And then she opened her arms and pulled the human female into a hug.
     
  4. Ysolde

    Ysolde Transgender Lesbian Butterfly Member

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    Lilith was in her v-suit with the young noncoms. The lieutenant would stay back on the ship keeping an eye on the Tangle drive, but at the power levels it was currently putting out he and the small team left on the ship would have an easy time of it and if another ship entered the system everyone would have enough time to get back to the ship and have Leslie at the controls for the massive reactor and if not, well the LT ought to have enough training and math skills in case the AI messed up somehow.

    Her eyes noted her favorite officer on the ship, the pointed ears gave her away and the careful examination of her ship to make sure it was vacuum safe made Lilith smile. Sometimes, despite themselves, the academy actually graduated someone who knew what the hell they were doing. The Mrinka woman here was a prime example of just that. Lilith felt a little flutter as her friend welcomed everyone aboard and then personally greeted her. Lilith grinned, remembering not to show her teeth, and said, "Frriv, my favorite shuttle jockey. Always a pleasure!" She gave Friiv a wink and then returned the Mrinkan greeting as well. She'd actually taken time out to learn their language for her friend and with that lesson she'd also learned just how important honor was to the Mrinkans. Heck, half of the reason the two of their species were at war for so long was based on a slight of honor.

    The hug, that was new. Even in a V-suit she could feel the softness of her friend close to her body feel curves press into her own or more likely that was just her imagination. She returned the hug and when she stepped back she said, "Someone's been studying the earth cultural handbooks on friendships. Just remember though that a hug doesn't mean I'm cleaning up anything when the new-chums here first feel the effects of zero-g."

    She gave her friend another wink and a quick smile before walking further onto the ship and handing out orders to the crewmen. Making sure everyone was in their harnesses and had a vomit bag just in case. Adding, "Lieutenant Frriv and I just discussed who will be cleaning up and guess what. Neither of us is going to be doing it if you miss that bag. So you keep them close and if you miss then you get to clean up the entire deck in here. Stem to stern and make it look shiny and new. Understood?"

    The Chorus of "Yes ma'am!" Was resounding and she gave a look over to Frriv. "Anything else before we head out?"
     
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  5. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    Frriv laughed, a sound like a cross between a human snigger and a feline purr. "It's Hu-nah-hag-hur-oh-eeh Kgheh, you're very close." She corrected her friend's pronunciation, slowing the syllables down. Mrinari was a difficult language for humans to learn, because their mouths and throats were put together differently, and their tongues were the wrong length. "And someone's been studying up on Mrinka culture too...!" She grinned, this time deliberately showing the tips of her teeth. "There's an ancient Mrinka proverb that looses something in translation, but it's something like, A kitten sheds fur when it's mother licks it... In other words, they're your greenhorns, you deal with them..." She winked back and slapped Lilith on the thigh with her tail as she turned and walked into the shuttle, the Mrinka vac suit accenting her curves rather than hiding them.

    Shit, I'm flirting with her...! Why? She glanced back at the human female as she berated the 'cargo', and her ears flattened as she licked at the back of her glove before she realised she was doing so. She controlled the instinct and forced her ears back up, stilled her tail with an effort. The human blush reaction where the face reddens, doesn't work when your face is covered in fur, and Mrinka show embarrassment in a similar way to a human house cat - lower the ears and pretend to wash the face!

    She strapped herself in and began the preflight checks. Her response to Lilith's question was to call back over her shoulder, "If anyone barfs and misses the bag on the way there, we will be depressurised on the return journey!" It took a little time for that to sink in and for the recruits to work out the consequences... Depressurised meant no air, which meant everyone would be wearing a helmet which meant if you threw up... Yeah!

    Probably a greater threat than having to clean the ship! she thought. "Chief, make sure they're all strapped in, with helmets to hand. I am going to assume they have all passed a suit readiness inspection already and none of them are going to loose a hand because of a faulty glove seal if we depressurise. Then get yourself up here." The left hand seat at the front of the shuttle was hers, just like on an atmosphere craft. There was no reason except long-standing tradition in Human craft. The right hand seat was reserved for the flight engineer - and as the second in command of the shuttle was the senior non-com engineer on the cruiser, naturally she had that exalted post.

    The back of the shuttle dipped in the artificial gravity as the gantran Umvo climbed aboard, looking rather like a two metre tall opaque glass statue of a gorilla. If there was ever a creature that resembled the trolls of earth legend, that was it. Gantrans had an individual IQ of about 70, but they were practically indestructible and very handy to have along when big heavy things needed moving. Most people learned the hard way not to upset a gantran. "UMVO READY!" It reported, and sat on the deck with a thud that shook the small craft, it's hands and feet curling around the grips provided there for it. Examination of the hands at that point would reveal no join, just a solid mass encircling the metal bar.

    Frriv rolled her eyes and flicked an ear. "Thank you Umvo. Sealing rear hatch." There was a thud from the back and the air pressure changed noticeably, causing several of the humans' ears to pop. Frrivwent through the rest of the check list with Lilith, then called the flight control desk in the control room "Shuttle Mayfly ready to launch..."

    "Roger, Mayfly, depressurising hanger 2. Hold for launch."

    "Holding!" A klaxon sounded outside, so loud it penetrated the hull. The red light above the hangar door began flashing, and slowly faded through yellow to green. As it did the green lights above the hatches that led into the hangar faded the other way, through yellow to red. And the klaxon faded away, not so much getting quieter, as it seemed to empty.

    "Pressure equalised. Opening outer door." The barrier in front of the craft split and slid up and down revealing a second layer that split and slid away to the sides. Beyond was the empty blackness of the infinite void, the stars obscured by the lights in the hangar. "Mayfly you are clear to launch."

    "Releasing clamps, thrusters ahead one quarter...., brakes off..." The shuttle rolled forward into the red hatched launch tube. "Retracting undercarriage, cutting thrusters. The shuttle continued forward under Newton's first law of motion, drifting clear of the ship. Behind her she heard someone fighting with the stiff paper barf bag, and the sound of heaving. "Why do you humans have to be so noisy about it?" She asked Lilith. "Us felines we just go kkhhha, kkhha, a few times... Main engine burn in ten, stow that barf bag, kid. Five four three two one..." There is no sound in space, so from outside the fire from the shuttles main engines blossomed in total silence, but inside it was a mighty roar from above and behind that caused everything to shake as 'down' was suddenly at the back of the craft.
     
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  6. Ysolde

    Ysolde Transgender Lesbian Butterfly Member

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    She’d definitely realized that her friend had been embarrassed and in figuring it out also realized that they had been flirting a bit there. Leslie’s first thought were the regs, but not one of them would prevent that sort of relationship. Her second thought was determining just what she might want to do about flirting with her best friend and a little mental voice said to keep it up and see where it went.

    She double checked straps quickly and efficiently making comments on anyone who hadn’t done it right about just which body part they’d have lost if she hadn’t just saved them. When she was done she sat on the right hand seat and assisted with the check list. Regs liked to have the double check list with both pilot and engineer working together and, of course, either could potentially over ride if necessary. Crew resource management was very important when engaging in these flights.

    “Clamps released, clear for thrust.” She said then Friiv immediately went with thrusters and she called out. “One quarter thrust...brakes released, all systems read green.” The craft then gently floated away and Leslie was keeping her eye on things as well.

    They drifted clear of the ship and Frriv comments about the sound. Leslie grins and since the Frriv is in charge of the ship gives her the courtesy title, “Well Captain we can’t all be frreri like you.” She’d used the Mrinkan word for pretty even as her eye noted a gauge.

    “Hold the burn a moment fluctuation on gravity meter. She held up a hand and double checked. Probably a gravity plate on the ship. I’ll send a message to the LT.” They passed out of the fluctuation and she lowered her hand. “Clear for burn!”

    The countdown went to zero and Leslie felt the push into her couch. Thankful that she got the seat and wasn’t back in the rear. She had her mouth wide open so the noise wouldn’t be so bad and eyes closely glued to the gauges. When Frriv cut the engine she looks over and says, “Okay, now we just need to match speeds and dock in about sixty seconds. Glad it’s you Frriv we work pretty well together.” She tried to end that statement with the word for friend, but accidentally used the one that meant sexual interest.
     
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