Suddenly she appeared in the midst of the space port, knocking a crate of space bananas from someone's arms.
Mirri He turned to look as his name was called and was suddenly knocked unconscious as he was hit by a random falling crate of space bananas
Mr. Phule A neatly dressed, but somehow, still untidy looking man suddenly calls across the room.
Thurrz <wal05@florahill.vic.edu.au> {Sighs in boredom as he waves member after member of the crew through and onto the ship. Suddenly something catches his eye. A Glint of a familiar hair color beneath the lights, a droid he remembers quite well. With a bright smile on his face he hurriedly waves through the rest of the "members" between he and the raven haired beauty}
Nicholas *Takes a deep breath in preparation as she listens to the door slide closed behind her and Alphabet. She walks with as much confidence as she can down the "docks". Which ship? this question was more important than most people thought. It was the difference between freedom and slavery, life or death, and whether or not Alphabet was used for scrap metal or not. All this she knew and the descision was up to her...She scans all the possibilities mentally widdling down the choices one by one. She finally decides upon a vessel.
Delilah *she watches the little critter the whole time, and follows behind Delilah as they walk away, the sparkles of her hair leaving a trail behind her. The sparkles soon disappear as she follows Delilah close behind*
Alphabet <alphabetzi@hotmail.com>
WolfRage <Knightsoftherose@hotmail.com> *Without looking over her shoulder to see if the droid is following she adjusts the strap of her bag, smiling still at the small addition to the group. She heads out the sliding doors to the "docks". Her icy blue eyes scan around for any chance to slide onto a ship whether she is invited or she must stow away.She'd slept in cargo deacks before, more than she thought was apprpriate but that was how life was.*
Delilah *Retupmoca notes the invitation and slithers from Delilahs arm into the saftey of her dark bag* "Adonai" it whispers to itself *before small feet kick around the contents of her bag, making itself more comfortable in amongst Delilahs hodgepodge of things, it peeks it's head out and closes it's eyes, chin resting on the bags edge and appears to be settling down for sleep*
Retupmoca *Giggles brightly, completely forgetting for a moment how much she wants to find a way onto a ship. She strokes the little creature and feeds it a little more*
Delilah *it chitters softly at Delilah, eyes rolling back into it's head*, Whirrrrrr CLICK *it's eyes roll again and are now as silver as ballbearings* Hungry little fella? *it mimics back Delilahs voice perfectly before scrambling towards the food packet* Whirrrr CLICK *it's eyes roll back into it's head, it blinks twice, slowly it's eyes reverting to normal, it throws itself forward and coils itself firmly around Delilahs wrist and trys to blend to her skin colour before ripping into the foodpacket, chewing it down with great gusto as though it were the tastiest meal it's ever eaten , it swallows and utters one word* Adonai
Retupmoca *Glances back towards the creature who now sits on its back legs and can't help but laugh*
Delilah *it peers at Alphabet with interest, blinking slowly before it's small mouth curves into a smile of sorts before it sits up on it's back feet*
Retupmoca **steps in behind Delilah and looks at the little amber hued creature and smiles. She walks behind Delilah and looks around, her hair, which is made of nothing but silver glitter, showers sparkles onto Delilah. The sparkles disappear within moments**
Alphabet <Alphabetzi@hotmail.com> **Nearly trips as she avoids stepping on the creature running out the door**
Delilah <witchblade70@hotmail.com> The creature blinks and scuttles down Willard, scuttling for the nearest door and slips out of sight.
Retupmoca *A small amber hued creature lands heavily on Willard Phules shoulder*, "Nagreee" it chitters softly as it's skin shimmers and it's now blue tail winds around his throat for balance and it's small hooked feet try to find purchase on his clothing* "nahgreee alekshhh ngrise" ? *it chatters to the back of Willards head quietly as though waiting for an answer to a question*
Retupmoca *smiles as he takes the necessary paperwork from his briefcase*
Willard Phule ( ooc Sorry for the Delay on the messages and all.. been kinda out of it )
Culvin Steel *The hurried manservant enters, flustered from what appears to be too much physical exercion for a man of his build*
Beeker * reaches across the small table, and extends his hand in friendship. After shaking hands, he reclines back into his chair...his black velvet Space Legion dress uniform inspection crisp against the blue fabric*
Willard Phule Met, no we havn't. My name is Culvin Steel, I no longer desire to be called by my former rank.
Culvin Steel *He quickly looks up from his Univax 3000 (one of the most powerful portables in known existence...the price of which rivals that of many small corporations, in fact, it's normal use is the acquiring of said corporations) and smiles at the man before him*
Willard Phule He smirks at the scene before him, as he looks on at the man servant. He thinks for a moment and then pushes off from the wall he leans against with his arms crossed and approaches Willard
Culvin Steel I'm here, sir. It would seem that the customs agents at the gate have a little....problem...regarding your baggage, sir. They tend to frown on automatic weapons being put in carryon baggage. I believe he mentioned something about " explosive decompression ". Perhaps you should have a word with him, sir.
Beeker the Manservant * surveys the ship around him, calculating how much this "boat" would cost, and if that would be an effective way to speed up the departure*
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