Post by NaughtyOtsel on Jul 5, 2004 23:53:53 GMT -5
It was 12:22 AM, galactic standard time and a sleakly designed spaceship docked with the station. At first it looked like any other brainship (sterile, average, with the right class number) but then one could notice the swirling black and silver of the hull...and was that a huge advertisement for Ruffies blazing in all its nanovision glory on the side of it?!
"Hello hello scrubs! This is the TJ-1048 of the United Galactic Defenders Agency requesting docking admittance.*fzzk*" Came a rather sharp bitchy voice from the com panel in the docking control room, shocking Greg the control dude awake. he spilled his coffee and couldn't believe his screen: this was that supposedly "angry" brainship that the guys in the bar were talkin' about. It seemed that the Brain pilot was a real bitch and bad things tended to happen when she pushed her also short tempered brawn too far.
"Um...he...hello. What's your clearance uh and reason for docking with this station? *FZZK*"
"What do you mean bloody clearance, I'll give you clearance pal....hey Tullio, you stupid soft body you put that com down right *FZZK*" there was a different voice now, a woman with a strangely mellow accent, which still had an "Edge" to it "Sorry about Jaswinder...she's slow on neutrient fluids and Happy Juice. We just wanna pick up some supplies. I'm sending our clearance code now..."
The face which showed up on screen was shocking at first: the Brawn, Tullio might have been beautiful once until her right eye was burned out in a freak accident, now in its place was a glittering topaz psicrystal. Her hair was tied up in many octopus like braids with glowing wire mixed into it. The bright orange lipstick and odd orange bodysuit completed the look. Greg remembered her; they'd stopped by a week before to pick up a load of Happy Juice.
"Ok, loading...alright. You have a visa for one week. Please finish your docking. Um...we're low on a lot of supplies for your type of needs, more should be coming in any day now. Thank you for visiting Scylla."
"Hello hello scrubs! This is the TJ-1048 of the United Galactic Defenders Agency requesting docking admittance.*fzzk*" Came a rather sharp bitchy voice from the com panel in the docking control room, shocking Greg the control dude awake. he spilled his coffee and couldn't believe his screen: this was that supposedly "angry" brainship that the guys in the bar were talkin' about. It seemed that the Brain pilot was a real bitch and bad things tended to happen when she pushed her also short tempered brawn too far.
"Um...he...hello. What's your clearance uh and reason for docking with this station? *FZZK*"
"What do you mean bloody clearance, I'll give you clearance pal....hey Tullio, you stupid soft body you put that com down right *FZZK*" there was a different voice now, a woman with a strangely mellow accent, which still had an "Edge" to it "Sorry about Jaswinder...she's slow on neutrient fluids and Happy Juice. We just wanna pick up some supplies. I'm sending our clearance code now..."
The face which showed up on screen was shocking at first: the Brawn, Tullio might have been beautiful once until her right eye was burned out in a freak accident, now in its place was a glittering topaz psicrystal. Her hair was tied up in many octopus like braids with glowing wire mixed into it. The bright orange lipstick and odd orange bodysuit completed the look. Greg remembered her; they'd stopped by a week before to pick up a load of Happy Juice.
"Ok, loading...alright. You have a visa for one week. Please finish your docking. Um...we're low on a lot of supplies for your type of needs, more should be coming in any day now. Thank you for visiting Scylla."
