Surfin' Space Waves

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Zak Dymo"] | Somewhere in SJO Space | Aboard the Sirena

Inky black stretched as far as the viewport let them see. The only item breaking the dark plane was a giant space station. It was currently unknown if it was operational or not. Makai wasn't getting a reading off the station but he had seen stations in the past still operational with pirates or vagrants inside. Often times the metal cloaked low levels of power operating deep inside the station.

Scale-speckled hand came up and scratched his chest, crinkling the sea-faring kitten sweatshirt he was currently wearing. His girlfriend (could he call her girlfriend now? It was better than best friend who he kissed and tried to feel up..) had bought it for him, how could he not wear it? Makai had just sent off a selfie of himself in the ship to [member="Myra Elspeth"] as they had reverted back to real space. He had wanted the girl to join them but unlike himself, Ellie was on track to actually receive an education.

Instead Zak was riding in the co-pilots seat. Makai never had the opportunity to have a sibling so the Nautolan boy was as closest as one could get to having a brother. Now, that being said he probably shouldn't be taking someone so young to explore a far-flung space station. If it was abandoned Makai had plans to claim the station and use it as a base of operations for his own business. After all, it was time he start taking over more and pushing the company in the direction he wanted.

Head half-turned in Zak's direction.

"You neverous about coming on board? We will need suits but I always work my way to the generators first. Oxygen and gravity might still be in working order."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

To say that Zak was riding in the co-pilot's seat was something of a misnomer.

Bouncing around with a surplus of energy, the young Nautolan was all over the place. Zak was partially in the co-pilot's seat. At least at the moment. It was anyone's guess just what he'd be doing in the next.

As the pair had traveled through hyperspace, the Nautolan had even knocked out for a nap for a short time. Then, just before they had reverted back to normal space, Makai had told the boy to wake up and get his shoes on.

Zak had conceded to one of those. He'd gotten up, but there were no shoes on his feet. The boy wore a gray, sleeveless Jedi tunic. A pair of silver and orange headphones were resting atop his shoulders, framing either side of his neck.

Legs pulled up into the seat, the Nautolan was standing on his knees so that he could lean over and across the console in front of his chair in order to have a good vantage point from which to peer out of the cockpit windows. There was a space station out there! He could see it... kinda. It was just a little speck at the moment.

But they were coming up on it, so it wouldn't be a speck for very long.

"You nervous about coming on board?"

The child's stubby head-tails whipped through the air as the boy turned to look up at the teen with a confused look on his face. His pupil-less eyes made it difficult to discern just where the youngling was looking, through the swirling clouds that moved from within the inky darkness of the child's large, abyssal eyes suggested that the child was trying to understand just what the question was asking.

"Why would I be nervous?" the boy blurted aloud finally. He was obviously quite confused by the suggestion. He was with Makai. He knew Makai.

...well, Zak Dymo knew Makai. They'd been friends. The clone didn't have all of Zak's memories, but what he did have was enough to know that he trusted Makai. So, if Makai was going to explore the generators then Zak was along for the ride.

Or the walk. Assuming there was gravity. Otherwise, he guessed that would mean he'd be along for the flight?

Whatever the case may be.

[member="Makai Dashiell"]​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Zak Dymo"]


Makai couldn't help but to smile at the young Nautolan. The boy had been fidgeting and moving in his seat the entire time. Was he ever like that? Probably. Makai tended to ask a million questions as a youngster. Zak wasn't quite there yet in his opinion.


"Nervous because this place probably doesn't have gravity. We will be in envirosuits for a bit...until you and I can get it back online. Besides, abandoned space stations can be a little creepy. Like ghost stories you've probably heard."


Makai shrugged and pushed the vessel forward. The dot that was the space station was growing closer. As they got closer the station seemed massive. Hopefully once they docked there would be a map or a way to find a generator fairly quickly.


"More cheery topic...uh...how's...whatever it is you kids do nowadays?"

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Spooky?

Quizzically, the Nautolan looked up at the man. "What's scary 'bout an empty station?" the boy asked, still not following the thought process here. It was just a bunch of empty rooms. In space. The final frontier. Where no one could hear their mom tell them to pick up the stuff on the floor of their room.

"'An that's cool," the youngling chirped, continuing his optimistic appraisal of their impending foray into what was so clearly a haunted house in space. "Zak had to wear vac suits a lot, training with [member="Lugus Porkins"] and the Republic Starfighter Corps," the small clone relayed, lapsing momentarily into the occasional habit of referring to himself in the third person.

It kinda was like referring to someone else. Sure, he was a Zak, but he wasn't the Zak who had done those things... he just, sorta, had a couple of fuzzy memories about them.

Turning his head down, the Nautolan seemed pensive for a moment as he reflected aloud. "I think once he wanted to be a Jedi ace..."

On the happier note, the boy's head-tails bounced as he looked up again. Flashing a large, happy-go-lucky smile, the youngling said, "Same stuff. Surfing. Dancing. Music," the boy recounted easily.

"Hopefully you haven't grown too old for those."

[member="Makai Dashiell"]​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Zak Dymo"]


How a kid - even the clone of a kid he used to know - could be perfectly fine about going into an abandoned space station was beyond him. Makai gawked a little, mouth a bit ajar as Zak seemed unfazed about a potentially dangerous(and haunted,and creepy) space station. Perhaps because he was a little kid, some of them seemed to be scared of nothing.


"Jedi? I guess. Maybe Teddy Heavenshield got that into your brain, not sure."


Makai wasn't sure how an eight year old Natuolan would actually fight. Or the ethics on that. Sending a kid off to war because they were a Jedi? Didn't seem like an appropriate choice to him.


"Let's see...never could dance, so strike that off your list. Music is always a good choice. Surfing an even better one. Never pass up the chance to surf. Last I heard Dac was overrun by Sith...so I haven't been home. Guess I will have to pick a new spot to surf in."


Scale-speckled hands flew over the controls as they quickly approached space station docking. The station loomed large ahead of them, rapidly filling the viewport. It didn't take long for Makai to dock - although the ship did shudder a bit from the contact against the docking system. Typical but terribly noisy.


"Looks like we made it." Musical tone was inflected in his voice, a grin at the young boy.