Corvetta Salvo
Always Crankin'
Corvetta followed this small portion of the group into the cockpit and chuckled as Rees fiddled with his fancy holograms and took commentary from the gallery. Of course, she might have neglected to inform everyone of the resident navigator--her. Quite a few of those routes he had brought up were new to her, but several of them, she had practically memorized. Those sorts of memories tend to take priority when all one knows is how to jet around this galaxy. And she was good at recalling such memories.
The spacer stopped her subtle laughter as she decided that it was time to be a little serious for now. They had some places to be and some credits to make. And she could only get away with the same outfit for so long. People might start suspecting things if they began to notice the lack of unwashed variety in her minimal wardrobe. She thought it was perfectly fine to get three uses out of each garment before washing, but she suspected that most did not share that opinion.
Angling her neck from side to side to get out whatever kinks were leftover from the morning stretch, Salvo simultaneously brushed her variationally-dyed hair behind her shoulders and spoke. "Safer with the Pubs, but odds roll better with the trolls." That was probably stating the obvious. But some people sometimes required the obvious to be stated. Hopefully, her partners were smarter than that, though. But just in case...
"Anyway, I'd suggest crankin' for wherever we know there's supposed to be a 'stroid. Chances are that we'll lock 'em first or have it smooth either way. And they'd only be moving rocks from those places. Not into." She felt particularly smart, for once.
[member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Kairon Rees"], [member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Nej Tane"], [member="Davik Tren"], [member="Colap Ticon"]
The spacer stopped her subtle laughter as she decided that it was time to be a little serious for now. They had some places to be and some credits to make. And she could only get away with the same outfit for so long. People might start suspecting things if they began to notice the lack of unwashed variety in her minimal wardrobe. She thought it was perfectly fine to get three uses out of each garment before washing, but she suspected that most did not share that opinion.
Angling her neck from side to side to get out whatever kinks were leftover from the morning stretch, Salvo simultaneously brushed her variationally-dyed hair behind her shoulders and spoke. "Safer with the Pubs, but odds roll better with the trolls." That was probably stating the obvious. But some people sometimes required the obvious to be stated. Hopefully, her partners were smarter than that, though. But just in case...
"Anyway, I'd suggest crankin' for wherever we know there's supposed to be a 'stroid. Chances are that we'll lock 'em first or have it smooth either way. And they'd only be moving rocks from those places. Not into." She felt particularly smart, for once.
[member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Kairon Rees"], [member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Nej Tane"], [member="Davik Tren"], [member="Colap Ticon"]
