Icarus Ascending (Space Pirate Quest)
- Thread starter Diomedea
- Start date
- Original Sci-Fi
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[k] You need a mechanic. You can't be expected to blame yourself for every little thing that breaks!
Diomedea
A piece of the continent
- Location
- The interblag
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ahahaha. No, this is not One Piece in space. Though you probably will get a cook, pilot, and
Funnily enough, swords of a kind are useful in boarding actions. If you don't want to pierce the hull, but people are wearing armor, melee weapons are much safer to use than armor piercing bullets or lasers or whatnot.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Indeed. If they don't want to be set back, they are welcome to conduct their experiments on our ship. We'll accept everyone who is ready to be kidnapped FOR SCIENCE!
Need a bit more kidnapping experience before we are ready to whisk away haf of the Institute, though. A practice run, so to speak.
[x] You need a mechanic. You can't be expected to fix every little thing that breaks!
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gilded king
Very Lost king
- Location
- throne of heroes
[X] You need a mechanic. You can't be expected to fix every little thing that breaks!
So we are going to steal *cough* sorry get our first crew member
So we are going to steal *cough* sorry get our first crew member
Space Parrots are easy. We steal a Parrot, take it to space, and bam! There's your Space Parrot! Parrot in space, no less a Space Parrot than a Pirate who is in space is a Space Pirate or a ship that is in space is a Space Ship!
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
There may be some technical difficulties with this one, But I'm sure it would work out!
1753
- Location
- Rochester, NY
Come to think of it, maybe we're being a bit narrow minded here. Sure we could have a Space Parrot, but why stop there? What about Space Sharks, Space Monkeys, or Space Flying Squirrels?
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
[x] You need a mechanic. You can't be expected to fix every little thing that breaks!
Though, I'm a bit worried about any mechanic willing to work on a crazy-advanced experimental ship, let alone a pirate-owned one.
Though, I'm a bit worried about any mechanic willing to work on a crazy-advanced experimental ship, let alone a pirate-owned one.
A fleet (fleece? flock?) of space sheep!
Hey, we're willing to work on a crazy-advanced experimental ship owned by a pirate, are we not?
Baa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa!
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Oh hey, just noticed this, but either we're already a mass-murder (yay, piratey!) Or the government is seriously evil (yay, an excuse to be super piratey!)
I'm chill with either one, really.
1757
For what it's worth, we didn't so much outright murder them as callously navigate a path of destruction that resulted in a high level of human collateral damage.
Less mass-murder, more criminally negligent on a very bloody scale.
- Location
- Rochester, NY
I'm more inclined to believe that either
a.) There were no deaths and the government is just making things up
Or, more likely,
b.) The government killed the workers themselves.
gilded king
Very Lost king
- Location
- throne of heroes
I vote that we make this our flag
gilded king
Very Lost king
- Location
- throne of heroes
Cause cthulhu that's why
gilded king
Very Lost king
- Location
- throne of heroes
*gasp* you don't know the wonders of cthulhu
- Location
- mariana trench
[X] You need a mechanic. You can't be expected to fix every little thing that breaks!
we need a wacky crew of pirates to help us out. Mechanic, pilot, doctor and his crazy mind reading sister....normal space pirate crew
we need a wacky crew of pirates to help us out. Mechanic, pilot, doctor and his crazy mind reading sister....normal space pirate crew
Chapter 5
Diomedea
A piece of the continent
- Location
- The interblag
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[] You need a mechanic. You can't be expected to fix every little thing that breaks
Yes, you've decided. Any good pirate captain has a good crew, and more specifically, you need someone to keep your ship running! You can hardly pirate anything if your ship wont move.
You grimace as the Icarus completes the jump, still not used to the feeling of space travel. You pull up the visuals for the ship, an ungainly mix between a box and a cylinder designed to carry about a 100 passengers in relative comfort. It's hull is a dull white, and it has clearly bled all of its jump energy away while it began heading for the planet.
You don't waste any time sending a transmission, consisting of a short message overlaid with a single image.
Your own Black Flag!
"This is the Greatest Pirate who Ever Lived, Captain of the Icarus. Do not change course or alter speed or you will be destroyed. Prepare to be boarded."
Excellent. Those communication courses you had to take after you were assigned to be a receptionist are actually paying off! Being short, succinct, and most importantly clear about your intentions are the keys to effective discussion.
The passenger ship maintains its course as you maneuver beside it and extend a docking tube to its external emergency airlock.
Everything is going so smoothly!
With a grin, you bound down to your own airlock. Sure, you had stolen the Icarus, but it had been just sitting there. This was going to be real SPACE piracy!
You take a few minutes to rifle through the locker labeled 'Emergency EVA Gear" which has several space suits in it of varying sizes. You grab a red one that looks to be in your size and begin the awkward process of changing into it. It's fine right now, but in the future you can't have people just changing in the middle of the corridor, and it's pretty chilly here...and you are done. With the press of a button, it constricts, fitting you perfectly.
...a little too perfectly for your taste, so you throw your jacket back on over it, replace your hat, adjust your eyepatch a little, and you're looking like every proper pirate should!
You go to close the locker when something in the bottom catches your eye. You fish it out to reveal an equipment belt. An equipment belt with a gun holster, complete with gun. And a stun baton. And a mono-molecular knife.
Suspicious.
You unholster the gun and take a better look. You're unsure, having never actually seen one in person before, but it seems to be a propellant based pistol. Wrapping your hand around the grip causes indicators on the back to light up, helpfully informing you that it is "ready to fire." A selector on the back seems to have two options; lethal and less-lethal, currently set to less-lethal. You start tying to figure out how to reload when you're interrupted by someone knocking on your airlock.
You do not jump and nearly drop the gun. No, certainly not.
After taking a moment to secure the belt around your waist you open the airlock to find a portly, balding, middle aged-man.
"Uh, excuse me miss. I was a bit confused by your message. Do you require assist-" his voice dies as he notices the gun you leveled at him by reflex.
Not one to waste good intimidation, you happily reply, "I require whatever I fancy taking. Would you be so kind as to lead me to your ship?" to which he only nods dumbly.
Only a short time later and your good mood has vanished, leaving you scowling at the two incompetent buffoons before you. The crew consisted of only two members, who both barely knew which buttons to press to do their job, and were spinelessly quaking before you.
Heck, when you had tried to threaten even a few drops of knowledge out of them by "suggesting" that you look for someone with the right skills among their passengers, they didn't even hesitate before agreeing with you!
Disgusting. Even if they were mechanical geniuses, you couldn't stand people like them on your crew. It made your skin crawl to think you were even the same species. No wonder humanity had lost the contact war.
Still, they had left you with no choice but to follow through on your earlier threat.
Which was why you were sweeping into the passenger compartment to somehow...find someone to fix your ship?
Still, you feel some satisfaction as the passengers, lazing in their seats, looks at you with surprise, and then fear as they notice that a Pirate is among them.
Or it's the gun. Whichever.
"Oy, attention passengers of this sorry excuse for a spaceship. My ship needs a bit of repair, and one of you will be doing it. So if you have any mechanical experience, don't be afraid to speak up, or I'll have to interrogate each and every one of you," you bellow before smiling sweetly.
For some reason, the passengers closest to you simply shrink back even further from you.
You continue to smile beatifically at the passengers for a few more long moments, before you feel your eyebrow start to twitch.
"Always gotta do it the hard way..." you mutter to yourself, as you start surveying the nearby passengers for a good place to start, when you notice a guy who is about your age heading your way. He's actually pretty good looking, in a nice button down shirt and stylish glasses, and the steely determination in his eyes...
Okay, he doesn't have steely determination in his eyes. In fact, he looks entirely too relaxed and nonchalant for someone at gun point. It irritates you bit, that perhaps he doesn't take you seriously.
"Yo," he says, acting like he's all cool, "I'm Kirikou Chilikov. Now, I'm only a second year Engineering student, but I'm probably going to be the best you'll find on this ship. It's not really that common a skill set," he says, half-apologetically.
You scowl at him, but he seems nonplussed. It is true that asking the passengers was something of a last resort, and someone half-way through college would probably be good enough...right? And he did heroically volunteer and he did seem to be cool under pressure, even if it was pissing you off right now...
"Fine," you relent, beckoning him with the barrel of your gun[1] as you turned to leave.
"Hold on," he says, putting a hand up, "Let's discuss my salary."
"Salary?! I'm kidnapping you at gun point, you do see that, right?" you ask him, incredulously.
He just shakes his head at you, "You're not the type to shoot someone who is cooperating with you."
Temper flaring, you flick the selector to "Lethal" and raise your arm till you are staring down the sights at him.
"You know, fools who run their mouths off wind up dead," you say softly, almost whisper to him.
"And there are worse things than dying. Working for free is nothing but slavery," he says with a shrug.
You breathe.
"Ugh, you're too difficult," you concede as you let your arm, and by extension the pistol, drop to your side. "I'll pay you five percent of the profit. Happy?"
"I want 15% of the gross, and free room and board," he counters, starting to grin, "The mechanic is really crucial, you know. All the crew in the world is useless without a working starship."
He's-He's enjoying this?! "No! Ten percent of the profit. And free room and board is expected, idiot! That's my final offer!"
"And you'll fill out paperwork so this counts as an internship?" he says, looking pleased as punch.
You really want to shoot him. Just a little.
"Fine," is what you say instead, but you promise yourself that if he fails to live up to expectations there will be a reckoning.
A reckoning indeed.
You don't dilly dally about, and quickly usher Kirikou to the airlock. He heads through first, floating his way through the brief zero-gravity of the docking tube, and you're about to follow.
When a voice stops you in your tracks.
"Hail, the greatest pirate who ever lived, Captain Aurora, the Red Death herself," someone says in a dull monotone as you whirl around, hand ready on your pistol.
A girl, who is probably roughly your age, is standing calmly in the middle of the compartment, staring at you. Before you can say anything, she continues, never showing the slightest hint of emotion, nor changing the steady pace of her voice.
"I have traveled far, through both space and time to come here. Do you treasure your dream, this life of piracy you chase?" she pauses, the barest of moments, and resumes after you give her the barest of nods, "Then I'm sorry, so, so, sorry, but you must let me come with you, if you want your legend to live on."
[] What. What happens?!
[] Time travel?! That's impossible! Prove it!
[] You don't have time for this. Time travel is impossible. Shoot her.
[] Just to be absolutely clear, you're not someone who is madly in love with me who keeps looping through time again and again, right? Or a killer robot?
[] Just...just get on the ship...
[1] This is bad gun safety. Honestly, who gave you a gun? What, you stole it? That was certainly terribly negligent of someone...
Yes, you've decided. Any good pirate captain has a good crew, and more specifically, you need someone to keep your ship running! You can hardly pirate anything if your ship wont move.
You grimace as the Icarus completes the jump, still not used to the feeling of space travel. You pull up the visuals for the ship, an ungainly mix between a box and a cylinder designed to carry about a 100 passengers in relative comfort. It's hull is a dull white, and it has clearly bled all of its jump energy away while it began heading for the planet.
You don't waste any time sending a transmission, consisting of a short message overlaid with a single image.
Your own Black Flag!
"This is the Greatest Pirate who Ever Lived, Captain of the Icarus. Do not change course or alter speed or you will be destroyed. Prepare to be boarded."
Excellent. Those communication courses you had to take after you were assigned to be a receptionist are actually paying off! Being short, succinct, and most importantly clear about your intentions are the keys to effective discussion.
The passenger ship maintains its course as you maneuver beside it and extend a docking tube to its external emergency airlock.
Everything is going so smoothly!
With a grin, you bound down to your own airlock. Sure, you had stolen the Icarus, but it had been just sitting there. This was going to be real SPACE piracy!
You take a few minutes to rifle through the locker labeled 'Emergency EVA Gear" which has several space suits in it of varying sizes. You grab a red one that looks to be in your size and begin the awkward process of changing into it. It's fine right now, but in the future you can't have people just changing in the middle of the corridor, and it's pretty chilly here...and you are done. With the press of a button, it constricts, fitting you perfectly.
...a little too perfectly for your taste, so you throw your jacket back on over it, replace your hat, adjust your eyepatch a little, and you're looking like every proper pirate should!
You go to close the locker when something in the bottom catches your eye. You fish it out to reveal an equipment belt. An equipment belt with a gun holster, complete with gun. And a stun baton. And a mono-molecular knife.
Suspicious.
You unholster the gun and take a better look. You're unsure, having never actually seen one in person before, but it seems to be a propellant based pistol. Wrapping your hand around the grip causes indicators on the back to light up, helpfully informing you that it is "ready to fire." A selector on the back seems to have two options; lethal and less-lethal, currently set to less-lethal. You start tying to figure out how to reload when you're interrupted by someone knocking on your airlock.
You do not jump and nearly drop the gun. No, certainly not.
After taking a moment to secure the belt around your waist you open the airlock to find a portly, balding, middle aged-man.
"Uh, excuse me miss. I was a bit confused by your message. Do you require assist-" his voice dies as he notices the gun you leveled at him by reflex.
Not one to waste good intimidation, you happily reply, "I require whatever I fancy taking. Would you be so kind as to lead me to your ship?" to which he only nods dumbly.
Only a short time later and your good mood has vanished, leaving you scowling at the two incompetent buffoons before you. The crew consisted of only two members, who both barely knew which buttons to press to do their job, and were spinelessly quaking before you.
Heck, when you had tried to threaten even a few drops of knowledge out of them by "suggesting" that you look for someone with the right skills among their passengers, they didn't even hesitate before agreeing with you!
Disgusting. Even if they were mechanical geniuses, you couldn't stand people like them on your crew. It made your skin crawl to think you were even the same species. No wonder humanity had lost the contact war.
Still, they had left you with no choice but to follow through on your earlier threat.
Which was why you were sweeping into the passenger compartment to somehow...find someone to fix your ship?
Still, you feel some satisfaction as the passengers, lazing in their seats, looks at you with surprise, and then fear as they notice that a Pirate is among them.
Or it's the gun. Whichever.
"Oy, attention passengers of this sorry excuse for a spaceship. My ship needs a bit of repair, and one of you will be doing it. So if you have any mechanical experience, don't be afraid to speak up, or I'll have to interrogate each and every one of you," you bellow before smiling sweetly.
For some reason, the passengers closest to you simply shrink back even further from you.
You continue to smile beatifically at the passengers for a few more long moments, before you feel your eyebrow start to twitch.
"Always gotta do it the hard way..." you mutter to yourself, as you start surveying the nearby passengers for a good place to start, when you notice a guy who is about your age heading your way. He's actually pretty good looking, in a nice button down shirt and stylish glasses, and the steely determination in his eyes...
Okay, he doesn't have steely determination in his eyes. In fact, he looks entirely too relaxed and nonchalant for someone at gun point. It irritates you bit, that perhaps he doesn't take you seriously.
"Yo," he says, acting like he's all cool, "I'm Kirikou Chilikov. Now, I'm only a second year Engineering student, but I'm probably going to be the best you'll find on this ship. It's not really that common a skill set," he says, half-apologetically.
You scowl at him, but he seems nonplussed. It is true that asking the passengers was something of a last resort, and someone half-way through college would probably be good enough...right? And he did heroically volunteer and he did seem to be cool under pressure, even if it was pissing you off right now...
"Fine," you relent, beckoning him with the barrel of your gun[1] as you turned to leave.
"Hold on," he says, putting a hand up, "Let's discuss my salary."
"Salary?! I'm kidnapping you at gun point, you do see that, right?" you ask him, incredulously.
He just shakes his head at you, "You're not the type to shoot someone who is cooperating with you."
Temper flaring, you flick the selector to "Lethal" and raise your arm till you are staring down the sights at him.
"You know, fools who run their mouths off wind up dead," you say softly, almost whisper to him.
"And there are worse things than dying. Working for free is nothing but slavery," he says with a shrug.
You breathe.
"Ugh, you're too difficult," you concede as you let your arm, and by extension the pistol, drop to your side. "I'll pay you five percent of the profit. Happy?"
"I want 15% of the gross, and free room and board," he counters, starting to grin, "The mechanic is really crucial, you know. All the crew in the world is useless without a working starship."
He's-He's enjoying this?! "No! Ten percent of the profit. And free room and board is expected, idiot! That's my final offer!"
"And you'll fill out paperwork so this counts as an internship?" he says, looking pleased as punch.
You really want to shoot him. Just a little.
"Fine," is what you say instead, but you promise yourself that if he fails to live up to expectations there will be a reckoning.
A reckoning indeed.
You don't dilly dally about, and quickly usher Kirikou to the airlock. He heads through first, floating his way through the brief zero-gravity of the docking tube, and you're about to follow.
When a voice stops you in your tracks.
"Hail, the greatest pirate who ever lived, Captain Aurora, the Red Death herself," someone says in a dull monotone as you whirl around, hand ready on your pistol.
A girl, who is probably roughly your age, is standing calmly in the middle of the compartment, staring at you. Before you can say anything, she continues, never showing the slightest hint of emotion, nor changing the steady pace of her voice.
"I have traveled far, through both space and time to come here. Do you treasure your dream, this life of piracy you chase?" she pauses, the barest of moments, and resumes after you give her the barest of nods, "Then I'm sorry, so, so, sorry, but you must let me come with you, if you want your legend to live on."
[] What. What happens?!
[] Time travel?! That's impossible! Prove it!
[] You don't have time for this. Time travel is impossible. Shoot her.
[] Just to be absolutely clear, you're not someone who is madly in love with me who keeps looping through time again and again, right? Or a killer robot?
[] Just...just get on the ship...
[1] This is bad gun safety. Honestly, who gave you a gun? What, you stole it? That was certainly terribly negligent of someone...
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- Location
- United States
[X] Just...just get on the ship...
