SW-4 -- As the Duinuogwuin flies

[Chloe Blake]

C O M P A N I O N E S K | SW - 4​

OBJECTIVE: EXPLORE AND LEARN​

AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
A PLANET | PROMETHEUS


"SE-4..." Came Chloe's grin, a finger hovering over the planet in question. "Technology level: Stone Age. Common species: Zeltrons -- not sure why they'd be there. Bet Jorus wasn't too keen on that." another mischevious grin.

"But this is what we are here for," came her subsequent revelation. "Points of interest: A Duinuogwuin graveyard with rib cages a hundred metres tall, venerated by many tribes." big blue eyes would rise up to her companion.

"A duinuogwuin graveyard!" there was an almost reverent sound in her low hush of excitement. "Whose to say that perhaps there won't be others who might come back and wander about. It would be nice to talk to one... Saadoon-Kauld said there were similarities between the Kadri'Ra and the Duinuogwuin... but I've yet to confirm that myself."

A nod came next, another flashing grin. "We should break atmo soon enough, hopefully with no real issues. I rather not alarm or disturb the local inhabitants if it can be avoided. We'll be going in at dusk, under as much cover as we can.

Once there, we will start to chart --- see where this graveyard is and explore a bit."

Spoiler

[member="Olan Black"] [member="Kalizka"]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Chloe Blake"]

Kalizka looked down at the spunky young woman as she went on about why they had come. Stone age? Interesting. Zeltrons in the stone age? Now he was going to have to watch where he stepped. Thoughts of pheromone induced amour with out the advancement of the greater galaxy made him shudder visibly. Old grey eyes blinked and he couldn't help but smile at the woman. Her near never ending cheerfulness was infectious in the most wonderful way.

"Duinuogwuins? Oh my dear now you've got me excited." and that doesn't happen often he added silently to him self.

He hunkered down to watch her fly again hoping one day to make a go at it himself again...or just write about it, yes likely the latter.

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

Naast'ika slowly dipped through the upper atmosphere of SW4. Every unexplored planet was a treasure for him and his crew. Naast'ika, specifically, was enjoying his time in Companion Esk. There were so many new places and things to see. The sky was blue, the oceans were blue, the plants were green, and the soil ranged from tan to dark brown. Naast'ika dipped through the thin upper atmosphere and approached the thick clouds of the lower levels. His sensors pulsed as he and he crew sought out life, technology, and geographical oddities worthy of their attention.

As his crew tried to select a location to explore, Naast'ika simply chose to enjoy the sensation of flying through the clouds. The cold, wet formations of gas felt so much like an ocean to Naast'ika after spending so long in space. He longed to play in the warm waters of a world's ocean once more. Perhaps soon they would find a world with deep, dark oceans to explore?

For now though, Naast'ika continued to scan the planet as he cruised through its sky. Clouds swirled and shifted in his wake of his body. Likewise were they drawn towards the gravity well projected above and slightly in front of his physical body. His means of holding himself aloft in atmosphere, the singularity was necessary for Naast'ika's exploration. But it carved a very unique path in the sky as the expanded gasses of water were drawn towards its center, compressed, and turned into rain. A small ball of trapped, liquid water had formed at its epicenter and traveled with Naast'ika through the skies of SW4. A long line of disturbed clouds marked their passing.

 

[Chloe Blake]

[member="Kalizka"]

Enter another twinkle upon Chloe's eyes. "Exactly! Duinuogwuins!" the young woman would push herself away from the holo array, eyes bright in excitement, "Have you ever met one before Kali?" she'd ask, using the affectionate nickname she was prone to with the Neti.

Dusk would fall as soon as they would orbit round to where night would soon fall. It wouldn't be long before Chloe would lead them in to a safe place to land. But first, she had to find the closest spot to the graveyard.

Moving along to another dataconsole, she began to go through what manner of data the Aurora's sensors had picked up.

 

[Alndys]

@Kalizka @Chloe Blake

"Hell, I've never met one." Olan pointed out, stepping into the cockpit to join Chloe and Kalizka. "Not turribly keen to - don' think they'd like me too much." He added with a slight grin, peering over a Holoconsole to get a look at what was waiting for them. Glancing between the Neti and human, Olan decided to come out with the joke he'd been deciding against. "But stone-age Zeltrons? Chloe, don' s'pose y'got any clothespins sittin aroun? We might need 'em."

Hurrhurrhurr. Because avoiding weaponized pheromones was as easy as plugging up your nose like in a cartoon. Real funny, Olan.

 

[Chloe Blake]

[member="Olan Black"] [member="Kalizka"]

"Clothespins no... But Arceneau Trade Company was selling some sort of stims that supposedly blocked off Zeltron pheromones and the like." She managed to grab a box for curiosity sakes.

"Called 'em Sil-Alert Stims," her head would disappear a bit as she would rummage through her sachel. Finally, she would toss a small box of stims over at his direction.

"Figure they would work better than a clothspin," she'd tease with mischievous delight. "That is, if you reckon you are feeling brave enough."

 

[Alndys]

[member="Chloe Blake"]

"Brave enough to... wot, use some new science to protect myself?" Olan asked as he turned the box over in his hands. "Figured brave'd be goin down there wit' nuffin but me wits and girl t'keep the caveladies from draggin' me off by the short business." He teased, absently glancing over the label. He wasn't a HUGE fan of Stims, but if they brought him home in one piece? That'd be just fine. No complaints from the Black corner, no sir.

Olan set the box o' stims down on the console of Chloe's ship, peering out the viewscreen. He wasn't sure WHY they were about to mix it up with a planet of primitive pseudo-prostitutes, but it could be fun. There was likely some sort of good there to be achieved, and that was enough for Chloe - and him, for that matter. He'd been forgotten and without aid before, if he could save one person from that? He would. And given Chloe's day job, that's likely just why they were here.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Chloe Blake"] [member="Olan Black"]

Kalizka sat calmly and listened to the exchange as as he looked down at his little datacrons he usually kept close to himself.

"You would do well to take the stims and wear a environmental protection suit." He said, "never know what yoi two could catch."

He put his datacron away and pushed up to his feet slowly leting out an exaggerated grown and lumbered toward the boarding ramp.

 

[Chloe Blake]

@Kalizka @Olan Black


Mischief would dance over Chloe's face at Olan's direction, much like that of childish impish delight. "I'm sure we'll do fine at keeping them off you. That is, unless you want to succumb to their wiles?" Granted, the last time Zeltrons came to play with anyone Chloe knew well ended with the conception of Mara. The cheer in her expression would wane a shade.

Mara, it had been a long while since she last saw her. Her finger would tap against the holoarray for a moment before Kalizka's voice broke the din.

"Hmm? Oh, we got some environmental suits, as well as some standard exploration ones from the Long Term Deep Space Protectorate Missions." she told them both.

"So far, scans say that the air is breathable for us. Nothing out of the ordinary." her brow would crease in concentration, going over the data that would display upon the holo-array.

"Get ready with what have you -- I'll have us dirtside soon."

 

[Alndys]

[member="Kalizka"]
[member="Chloe Blake"]

"I'll wear the bag suit." Olan promised, sounding almost somewhat grumpy. Did getting abducted by randy cave Zeltrons sound fun? Yes, of course. He'd watched that one when he was a teen, always stuck with him. Did that mean he wanted to wind up another statistic of the Galactic plague that was pheromone-laden Snu-snu? Maybe just a little bit, but not this time. Chloe was here, and her creepy plant-looking friend with the good reasoning skills. Kinky only went so far.

Waggling his eyebrows at Chloe - who suddenly seemed a little glum - Olan bounced off to the landing/loading bay, wasting little time. Since he didn't have a blaster to holster, pulling on an environmental suit was easier than it'd ever been. If only the damn things weren't so stuffy, he might not hate wearing them. He'd be ready to land.

 

[Chloe Blake]

[member="Olan Black"] [member="Kalizka"]

Six twin engines of cerulean blue would hit atmo, the Aurora Hawk flying in through the approaching dark. A crimson silhouette would bath the highly modified YZ-1200 against the light of the distant star. With her hair tied back in a high ponytail, Chloe Blake took control of the helm and guided the old girl through the slight turbulence of hitting atmo.

[ Hold tight! Getting a bit rough! ] came her voice through the overhead comm.

Nothing a little skill won't handle, she'd muse as she went guiding the Aurora into SW-4. A crooked grin was plastered upon her face, mind dizzy with excitement. Sensors picked up a good spot for her to aim to land, and with the cover, she could only hope that perhaps they would just appear to be a meteorite flashing through the sky. At least, that is the hope.

Her sensors would flare at the approaching vector, taking in mountains and the scattered forests below. This world was a mix of biomes, and where they were headed, appeared to be a mix of forest and high desert.

This will be interesting...

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Olan Black"]
[member="Chloe Blake"]

Kalizka liked the squishy Mammalian creatures a great deal. He always had gotten along with their kind. Spacers, vagabonds, fringe of society and the 'like all had an eagerness of mind and body that so bespoke of a freeness that one could not help but envy. Each one so different, so individualistic that they seemed so irreplaceable once you got to know them. The little blond woman was that way, as was the scruffy faced young man. Like characters from some adventure book about a long time ago in a galaxy far far away.

He stood for a moment looking at the decorated interior on the ship with it's narrow corridors spotted on ocassion with a piece of gear laid down in haste or the odd piece of clothing that didn't quite make it into the laundry chute. It was a woman's ship of that he was certain anyone would agree. There was heart in the little projects tucked away for hyperspace jumps, tenderness of thought in the way the rooms were arrayed when he had first entered the ship, and an industriousness of spirit in the manner of care taken to make the ship more than a simple transport craft. It was not a forest and humans were not a Baffor grove but there were so many of his acquaintance that he would not enjoy out living. It was all very trying on his emotions to think of another generation of dear ones lost to him and it reminded him of how terribly singular he was in the galaxy.

He took from the gear rack near the boarding ramp a stim and injected it just in case, not that he would admit it but he didn't want to have a chance encounter with a Zeltron either. That done he brushed his All-temperature cloak and tunic smoot before reaching for a handle to steady himself if they had turbulance. Three thousand years of watching such wonderful creatures weighed on his ancient mind as he stood and he began to feel the years on his shoulders.