Private The Lady of Conquest's Late Delivery

[Merlyn Ambrozius]

Outer Space - Vestar - Outer Rim Territories
Anja Doreva

Flipping and tossing the doughy delight within his hands, Merlyn hummed as music echoed throughout the ship. Shuffling his feet left and right while his shoulders and hips swayed, Merlyn danced while tossing the dough. Every step and toss held a momentum matching both mood and song. As the dough widened into a larger and wider disc, Merlyn set it down atop a cooking stone.

Before repeating the process. Another dough, another stone. And one more. Three pizza stones and three pizza dough crusts. All set before him on a table.

Sprinkle a little layer of cheese first (with dramatic flourish), create that moisture barrier, then the sauce. There needed to be a small space between the sauce and the outer crust. Finally, the a thicker layer of cheese on-top. Not too much cheese, not too much sauce, or else the pizza would end up soggy. Finally, toppings. A mix of meats, veggies, and pepperoni should suffice. Not too much and evenly spaced to allow proper heat exposure.

And voila!

Tossing the three pizza stones into the oven onboard the Nimbus G-1 spacecraft, Merlyn began walking towards the front of the ship before settling down into the front seat, shuffling down comfortably into the seat. With a press of the button, the music stopped.

And the constant groaning, aching noise his ship made when traveling, even through hyperspace, became more apparent than ever. A steady noise that echoed throughout the ship and even outside of it. A constant companion and one he grew to love. His Nimbus.

Kicking up his feet and putting his hands behind his head, Merlyn laid back before slowing closing his eyes. Perhaps a small power nap would do him good. The oven would ring when it was done cooking, and the travel through hyperspace would take-.

A sudden jolt in his seat forced his eyes open. Leaning forward out of his seat and peering through the front window was a planet as of right now unknown to him. That did not look anything like Scariff. Shifting his head in increments from left to right, his vison began to scan around the ship before his brow furrowed. A shadow. Something was casting a shadow on him. Looking up, Merlyn's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly in shock. Heavy cruisers. Battle cruisers. Even a star destroyer. A small fleet but a dangerous one, nonetheless.

And he had shot right underneath them. Quite possibly right into their radar rather than under. No way was he sticking around to find out.

"No, no, no. Not good!" Merlyn leapt back into his seat as his hands began flying towards the controls, "Nimbus, where have you taken me now?"

A few pull of levers before typing into a series of buttons, each looking out of place and older than the spacecraft itself or parts that simply did not seem to belong at all. And yet Merlyn's left hand ran across holographic controls next to his side before his right hand pushed forward the multiple throttle sticks. He needed to get out of here or get to the planet or set the coordinates for a second jump.

"Why do you never take me exactly where I want to go?"

A strangled yet frustrated huff escaped him before sending a strong jerk forward of the center stick sent his ship diving fast towards the planet while his other hand worked to set up another jump. With a few adjustments on his instruments, maybe he could make a mini-jump outside of their range before they even saw him.

Heat snapped through the fingers of his hand and the doctor raised his arm up between his face and the controls. The sudden explosion of electricity and heat crackled from those same controls. Off to another side of the controls, steam began to pour out from a panel before Merlyn picked up a small hammer and smacked it once, twice, thrice before the pressurized air came to a halt.

Merlyn grumbled with grit teeth, "Perfect."

Dropping the hammer, he grabbed ahold of the side stick and began working to fly towards the planet. A vague hope of escaping the crafts he did not recognize as friendly nor non-friendly. And it was better not to find out which one before it was too late.

Time to run away the hard way then.

 

[Anja Doreva]

TAG: Merlyn Ambrozius
GEAR: In bio

BEAUTIFUL LIFE​

"Better make sure your barricade is top notch now, Captain."

The Lady of Bone's otherworldly teal eyes regarded Captain Gael Stark on the bridge of the Fortuna while her men and Aelor started departing the destroyer in shuttles. Their time on Dromund Kaas had been fruitful but not without complications. She wouldn't be surprised if the Kainate decided to come after her now. Carnifex knew she had been there and took something of his. He wouldn't let it go unanswered.
"Yes, my Lady." said the Captain

Danika had just turned away from the viewport to join her men on the surface when Samron Gerron, who was still looking at the void of space, spoke up.
"Strange ship in the system." The great Falleen warrior turned to face the Captain. "Scan it." he told him. The two men never saw eye to eye with one another. They usually avoided speaking to each other where it can be helped.
"Unidentified, Sirs." said one of the soldiers from the nav-panel.
"Activate tractor beams." Captain Stark said calmly.
The Herald of Death watched the entire exchange with a raised brow as she returned to the viewport, catching sight of a small ship that had managed to start limping toward the planet.

But then the hum of the tractor beams could be heard.

Danika gave a sinister smile.
"Darling, let's go meet our guest in the hangar." she told Samron before leading the way to the hangar. "Nicely spotted by the way, Samron." she told him on the way.
"It's what I do best, Mistress." the Falleen said, his great strides shortened to keep pace with her.
"I know. Don't ever change." she told him as they entered the hangar.
"If I haven't changed by now, my Lady, I never will." the century-old warrior told her while they waited for the beams to do their work. Samron was the one constant in Danika's life ever since she had run into him all those many years ago and won his loyalty and friendship.

She'd tear the Galaxy apart if anyone tried to take him away again.

 

[Merlyn Ambrozius]

Outer Space - Vestar - Outer Rim Territories
Anja Doreva

Close. If he could get into the upper atmosphere without drawing any attention, then he could make a clean break for it. Find a docking port and repair whatever had happened to his hyperdrive controls. Another handle, red in color and with a hand grip, rapidly found itself ripped downward as he tried mustering up a faster descent.

"Almost there. Almost therrreee . . . "

A sudden lurk forward sent an entire jolt to his body to lurch forward. His left hand snapping onto a siderail to keep him from landing on his controls. Tractor beam. Only that could cause such a sudden shift. And make the planet he saw out his windows grow smaller instead of bigger. A hand ran through his hair as disbelief crossed both his features and thoughts. They got him and he did not even know who "they" were. How did he find them?

How did he end up here?

Searching rapidly through the controls as he flicked switches and turning nobs, Merlyn found himself sooner and sooner coming to a steady realization. A deep and sudden pit fell into his stomach as his hands fell upon a final set of controls. A deep sigh, almost akin to a grimacing growl, echoed throughout him. Throughout the entire interior of the spacecraft.

He forgot to turn on the radar jammers. He had hit the scanner jammers. Dragging both hands over his face before falling back into his seat and slumping down, almost to the point more of his torso sat in the pilot's seat than his own tuchas, leaving his legs sprawled out.

What would he do?

A sudden lurk in the ship forced him to squeeze the side handle like a lifeline as he nearly fell out of his seat once more, grasping and clinging fingers to not fall forward and hit his head against a lever. Even if he wish he could. Well, he might as well be a good houseguest and get to work on the controls. He'll need to land in their hangar, after all.

Pushing a few flip switches before pulling a lever and turning round and round a lever handle, his hands danced upon the keyboard and inputting commands before letting his arms fall upon the flight controls. Nice and smooth. A steady landing. The wings of the Nimbus adjusted to safely balance the spacecraft within the hangar. The sound of the engines, that constant groaning and grinding noise, steady and old slowly came to a halt as the engines began to exert less and less power. The music of the Nimbus resounding for a few moments through the hangar and his own ears.

"Welp, time to see who invited me and where we are."

Before settling into silence. His eyes peered through the windows out into the hangar. A press of a button and he pulled a hanging screen close to him. Each pixel detailing details of the hangar he could not see through the viewports of his ship. Military fighter ships. Soldiers. Pilots. All bearing their rank and insignia. And . . . her. His hand reached up and touched the side of his head, a migraine forming. She was strong in the Force.

He needed to hide his own connection, even in his state.

He truly wish he did not know those insignias, especially now.

A tentative shrug escaped his shoulders as his face made a . . . worried shape as his eyes flitted about, taking it all in, "At least it's clean, right?"

But, if he did not know the insignia, then maybe he would not have a plan to work with. His eyes cast a glance at the archaic clock built into the side of the console. A few minutes. All he would need. Unless they decided to open fire or threaten him. Leaping from his seat and running towards the middle of the ship, Merlyn found a series of shelves and a few buttons to the side of them. Pressing the top one, the shelves began to rotate and cycle in and out. Tools. Spare parts. Clothes. A mix and match of all three. Music players and disks. Sunglasses. Flower necklaces. Cardboard. More tools.

Wait, no. He needed to go back.

Grabbing different items, Merlyn tossed all the materials needed onto a table, spilling all of his arm's contents out across the surface. Before hearing the distant ringing of the oven.

Perfect timing.

The side door slowly opened and a small ramp ejected from the side to touch down upon the floor. A bouncing and upbeat tune blasted out of the Nimbus and into the open hangar. The first step they would see of Merlyn exiting the spacecraft . . .

. . . would be him gyrating his hips while taking another smooth dance step forward. In his left hand were balanced a stack of cardboard boxes, three boxes high, while two flower necklaces flew side to side as his body mamboed its way out of the ship to the beat of the music. A pair of sunglasses sat over the bridge of his nose while a pair of headphones poured the same music into his ears.

In his other hand, a scrawled piece of paper dangled about as he spun around in place before dance strutting up to the two people in charge.

"Hello! Hello! Namaste!" a quick yet lazy salute followed with his free hand holding the paper, "Are you both the folk who ordered these? I got a pizza delivery order for, uh . . . "

Shaking the piece of parchment wildly about and making that signature and annoying crinkling sound, Merlyn's neck craned as his eyes narrowed towards the writing scribbled on the paper. Reading over the scribbled words before tilting his head, Merlyn chewed on a small batch of gum.

"I . . . I can't even read this. Who wrote this? Even worse than my doctah's note, can you believe this?"

The pizza man peered up at the pair before gesturing with both arms towards him to help make sense of it. Always good to make the customer help you out. Makes it a bonding experience between the employee and customer, as if their goals and the stars are align. Hopefully, they would be kind enough to help him make sense of this terrible mess.

And buy him time to find a way out of the one he got tractor beamed into.