Role-Play Indigo Frey

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  1. Paladin_girl

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    INDIGO FREY

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    Space.

    Space. ​

    The words linger and echo on the tips of Earthen tongues, ever since the Advance began. A hundred years hence, the world of 2112 bears an entirely different visage, seldom looking backward and forever scouring the beyond for more.

    For every secret uncovered, the galaxy shudders.

    It is no surprise thus, that the Earth could not sustain such a burden alone. Mars and his moons also take the weight, ever-shifting its needs between his blue cousin.

    And always, waiting in the depths, the Solar System's pirates haunt its routes. The Advance is not without its small troubles.

    Not without its curiosities.

    Not without its small corruptions.

    The Advance was a push into the future – whatever technology had been forced to a standstill was brought roaring into 2012 with a barrage of knowledge never seen before. The Advance bypassed all arguments, ruthlessly dedicating itself to the times ahead. Those involved knew that they would only see the results at the end of their days. Only one man survives to ever tell of its beginnings – if he can remain awake enough to speak.

    With its emergence, politics and religion rocketed into motion, the first spectrum taking advantage of what the latter flatly rejected. It is no surprise that as a result, ballistics and warfare sky-rocketed into development; with it, flying cars, A.I technology, clones, space jets (commonly known as Dragonflies or Magicians) and excesses in fossil-fuels exceeded, pillaging any Earthen city's blue sky in a turmoil of black. It is no surprise that for the politicians who approved of it became infamous as they did politically popular.

    For most people, the results ended in 2112 after the Colony War, the Earthen states overpowering the fledgeling Mars with bloody and unfettered ease. In Mars' harsh climates, the inhabitants are starting to rebuild with bitterness in their blood, wearing their red ribbons with hardened pride.

    But the Advance is still running.

    And on a small merchant Dragonfly, a devastating secret is about to be brought screaming into season.

    Some pity the pirates who discovered it – others say that they deserve what's coming to them.

    But for the adventuring misfits on the Magi-freighter known as Indigo Frey, they will never hear them.

    Bound for nowhere and taking everything, they are notorious for escaping from the worst scenarios – time will tell however, whether this will be the one to clinch them all.

    They're about to save a Dragonfly. Problem is, they never wanted to in the first place.
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    OOC: You're allowed to be anyone you please – whether it's a pirate on Indigo or a ship of your own design. No character sheet needed, but if there is something which concerns you, please let me know. The genre is Sci-Fi, so have fun and experiment!

    No God-Modes.

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    For Jenner LaCroix the dread was fairly normal. Every time Indigo whined at her, the more the technician knew that she had to put her back into it to fly the damn thing.

    It wasn't the sleekest model in the world - if anything, it was a trashcan of a ship, likely to burst into pieces if there wasn't a regular check on it. Every time the group landed, the more she noticed scarlet flakes of paint falling off the poor thing. Granted, when the engine tried to do the same thing, LaCroix didn't think that they would fly ever again. The drinking money would have been blown if she hadn't batted her eyelashes at the garage. Having taken off from 'Renegade Phobos', she wasn't sure which had been the worst situation to get stuck into.

    She sat back in the pilot seat, gently pushing the handle this way and that with her feet, trying to boil down a yawn, rubbing her face sleepily. All night in that oil-smelling rig and she still couldn't say no to taking over the driver's panel. This had to be the longest bathroom-break ever.
     
  2. Blize

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    It wasn't the fastest ship in the world but it got him from point a to moon c in a good enough amount of time. As much as he had always wished for a fast and sleek ship that he could show off to girls and impress them with taking them out to the farthest reaches of the asteroid belt, that's not what Rax Plackert did.

    He didn't race. Nor did he pick up girls. No. He was a bounty hunter. He scoured from Earth to Mars looking for the biggest bounties that could pay the biggest bucks on his simple dragonfly, Cynder. Right now he was floating around an area of space somewhere between Deimos and the asteroid belt.

    He pressed his finger on the screen of a small computer on the dashboard next to the fuel gauge. A window popped up with a profile for a band of Pirates.

    "Indigo Frey..." The name of the ship left a strange tinge on his lips as he said it. He sighed and put his head on the dashboard. He'd been out here for at least four hours by now. And nothing. He had gotten a tip from some gypsy back on Phobos that they'd be travelling through this area at some point. But no luck yet. "Damn it. Why would I even pay for information I don't even know is true?" He smacked himself on the back of the head. "Stupid Stupid Rax."

    Just then an alarm started going off on his radar. He sat up quickly and looked at it. There was a large object approaching from the left.

    "Cynder, bring up the object on the monitor." He said to the ship. He could see on the monitor that some sort of ship was coming up. "Could this be them? Cynder, magnify." The monitor pixelated to a closer image of the ship. It was a dragonfly class ship. He checked the profile of the Indigo. No luck. He was looking for a Magician class. He dropped his face back onto the dashboard. "Damn it. I'm going to be waiting here forever." He then looked back at the monitor. He stared deep and hard at the ship on his screen. There was something eerie about it. "Cynder. Magnify..." The monitor once again pixelated into a bigger image of the ship. His eyes widened as he looked closely over the entire ship. He glanced at the windows. There were red stains on the inside of the windows. He wasn't quite sure what they were, but he was pretty sure they were blood. His heart fell into his stomach. He had to see what was up on the ship. But he really didn't want to.
    He slowly reached for the steering and slowly moved in on the lone ship.
     
  3. Paladin_girl

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    The beeping on the monitor droned ominously, a red circle glaring at the onlooker urgently as the Dragonfly searched through the vacuum to find the ship. LaCroix lurched forward, planting her hands firmly on the helm.

    'Hey! We're going red! Someone wants to play with our cannons. A hunter. I repeat, we have a hunter. Gonna turn on those engines any time soon down there?'
     
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    The pipes shrieked as they shuddered, belching billowing torrents of searing steam that rolled through the depths of the Indigo Frey like a veil of mist and fog. Beams of pale yellow flickered in the gloom, the lone bulb from which they emanated buzzing like a swooping fly beneath the hum of the engine. Calloused digits, worn and hard, took hold of the levers mounted along the rusted cylinder that sat decaying within the bowels of the dim - wrenching them upward in one fluid pull before moving to the nearby valve and turning it clockwise, sharp.

    "Should do it." The voice that rolled over the intercom was even in tone and smooth as velvet, so relaxed that it sounded as if its source had only just awoken. His ebon spectacles seemed to glow within the deep of the Indigo Frey, a frame of burning orange bleeding forth from the onyx contours that sat fixed atop the bridge of his nose. "Try givin' her some juice."
     
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    LaCroix grunted in approval, looking behind her – the pilot still wasn't back. Surprise-bloody-surprise. Leaning forward, the technician took the helm roughly. The ship groaned into movement, rising for a moment, as if on the precipice of a roller coaster before the jet burst onward, the stars becoming excited streaks in the windows. Soon enough, the Magi-freighter became part of them, glistening into the darkness.

    Indigo Frey raced into Mars, the roar of the jet's engines chasing it like the flash of lightning amidst a dense black cloud. The cockpit wobbled, ricochetting for a moment before the ship settled to a hum, swooping towards Innocent's landing port.

    LaCroix sat back, her fingers running through tufts of auburn hair. Below her long eyelashes, the blue sky gazed at the white clouds that spread across the domes and dust of the galaxy. Over one of her eyes, the scar crinkled as she smiled. 'Four hours before landing and we're running silent. Now where the hell is our esteemed pilot?'
     
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    "Jesus!" The man exclaimed as the floor beneath him lurched and sent him sprawling towards it. He practically fell on his face, only managing to stop the impact by putting his hands beneath him and bracing his weight against the cold steel. A curse escaped him as he heard the men around him groan in disgust. The fall had put him on all fours and his naked rear was straight up in the air. He cursed again as he quickly clambered to his feet, casting an irritable glance at his men, threatening them to make any comments about what had just happened with his sapphirine glare before pointing a finger at the nearest one, "What the hell was that, Neff?" He questioned the tall man who was currently regarding a screen to avoid his captains glare.

    The lanky, dark-haired man known as Neff turned his gaze upward, keeping his eyes above his captain's chest as usual. Though his discomfort had long since vanished he still did his best to avoid the man's nether regions, as did the rest of the crew. "It looked like another ship, cap'n. They looked to be in a bit of a hurry, don't think they even noticed us," Neff's voice was calm, but high-pitched, a fact he cursed frequently.

    Johnathan 'Streaks' Fielder, captain of the Goldenheart frowned irritable as he inspected the fresh bruises on his wrists. "Send a com, see if ya can't get ahold of 'em, eh?"

    "It's already up cap'n," Neff grinned as he predicted his captains orders.

    "This is Johnathan 'Streaks' Fielder, captain of the Goldenheart, a ship ya just nearly knocked out of the sky, hey Neff, get the picture working," he turned to his man without pause before continuing to address the Indigo Frey, "I gotta say, buddy, this is a pretty damn big universe, lotsa space out here ya know? How is it you still manage to almost knock me out of it?" When the picture came up his lower body was hidden by an instrument panel while his shirtless upper body was clearly visible. He bore a tattoo above his heart that appeared to be a golden coin and a gun. He wasn't in the best of shape but the fine lines of tone muscle were visible in his arms and chest. His stomach was somewhat flat and might have been toned into visible abs at one point, but they had melted away due to his laziness and had left an unimpressive smoothness behind.

    When he saw LaCroix a soft scoff escaped his lips before he laughed, "A woman, eh? No wonder. Can't drive cars, can't drive space ships. What's someone like you in such a hurry for anyways?"
     
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    When the visuals propped up on the screen, LaCroix had sat back in the pilot's seat, her feet resting against the helm, gently guiding it without a second thought. Her hand was over her face, the voice on the small com-screen making her groan. Absent-mindedly, she shoved away the wires and tools from the worktop for a better view of the screen – only to realise her mistake upon glancing at it. She looked away, ignoring the excess amount displayed there.

    So much for running silent. She had forgotten to shut off the underground comms.

    'Yeah, but this one can ram your babygirl into Mars if you piss her off. If you're offering my pilot a free show Fielder, you're gonna be disappointed. My pilot's trying to vacate the last meal he had from Phobos.' she looked away, tapping at the drives to bring up the Goldenheart's specs. She smirked. 'And what stops a bunch of raiders like you from getting that oversized trashcan out of my way? Compensating for something?'
     
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    Streaks laughed, slamming his palm down atop the panel in front of him, "Such a hostile one, eh? I don't think ya quite understand, it's easy 'nough to get outta someone's way if they ask nicely and come in at a respectable speed. You didn't ask, didn't send a warning, and jumped past us. The pulse off your engines jolted us pretty bad. And another thing," he stepped out from behind the console and into full view, "Goldenheart here ain't an oversized trashcan, she's quite the prize. Also, I ain't got nothing that needs compensation, ya understand?"
     
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    The technician rolled her eyes, leaning forward, the engines bursting into a low, angered hum. LaCroix raised a hand, as the second pushed a cigarette between her lips, a soft snap and a glow glimmering against the creamy edges of her face. Smoke whispered from the cocoon between her hands before she waved away the match into a stunted curl. She leaned back, the cigarette wobbling as she spoke. Not a beat was missed.

    'Words are coming out of your mouth Fielders, you might wanna fix that.'

    She restrained some laughter as the ship passed by the hulking contraption, the jet turning smoothly from the outstretched containers.

    In four hours, the vertigo was over.

    'We've touched ground. Time for some downtime. Think we've earned it.'
     
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    The men all looked away from their captain as the transmission was terminated, the ships computer confirming it with its electronically simulated female voice. Johnathan wasn't a man known for his temper, in fact, he was quite well known for being surprisingly level-headed for a man that disliked clothing. No one trusted naked people, so seeing one that was mostly sane surprised a lot of people. Evenso, his men feared an outburst and refused to look him in the eye, least the man that did so be on the receiving end of a verbal beating. There was silence from the captain until he suddenly started laughing, tilting his head back with mirth as he let the sound escape him without a care. "What a bitch," he said as his laughter ended and he dropped his head to grin at his men, all of whom delivered a puzzled expression in return. "Land," the word was surprisingly firm despite the smirk on his face.

    Neff sighed and put a weary palm over his eyes. He felt a headache coming on and he had seen this behavior before from his captain. "Cap'n, might I point out that we're currently on a mission for a very good, very rich client. The man said 'with all haste' and even promised a bonus for a speedy recovery. We don't have time to land, we've got fuel and supplies enough to last us the whole trip there and back, you yourself saw to it that we did just so we could hurry. I'm sorry sir, but now's not the time to be chasing women that are, and I have to stress the fact that I'm quoting you sir, 'just mean because they want me'."

    Streaks offered Neff a grin before motioning for the man at the helm to carry out his orders. The meek man adjusted his thick glasses, turning from his captain to Neff with an apologetic smile before plotting the new course. "Neff," his voice was playful, "You can be a real ass sometimes. It's a good thing you're such a good spaceman. We're stopping, a day won't hurt our goal. Besides, I think my men can use some rest, ain't that right boys?" He looked around as the gathered crew on the bridge cheered before returning his grin to Neff. The tall man sighed again, but refused to speak. He offered his captain a grin before returning to his station.

    Four hours later the Goldenheart touched down with surprising grace, the quiet hum of her engines many times softer than any other ship her size. She was a medium sized cruiser/grappler. The arms they used for their salvage missions were concealed along her underside and well hidden to keep her class a mystery from any wouldbe opponents. The ship wasn't brand new but it also wasn't old and had been well taken care of by Johnathan's father. He had "inherited" it from his old man when authorities were given an anonymous tip about the man's smuggling jobs. Suffice to say, Johnathan and his father never did have a good relationship. Though this is common knowledge, no one knows Streaks turned his own father in to steal his ship. He's simply told everyone that he's taken over the business until his father is released.

    He stepped from the ship wearing clothes, much to his own displeasure, but he couldn't avoid it. Society dictated that he be clothed in public and so he had complied and managed to will himself into a pair of dark jeans and old, surprisingly worn boots (also his father's) as well as a wrinkled, white, button-up dress shirt that he refused to button any more than the middle of his chest, leaving his tattoo plainly visible. He had also donned his black duster, fidgeting beneath the heavy material as if it weighed a ton. A dark fedora sat atop his wild mane of hair, the unkempt lengths of black unwillng to sit neatly beneath the hat. With this outfit and the faint, scraggly beard that covered his cheeks and jaw he wasn't a bad looking man. He was nothing to swoon over, but he also didn't send the eyes rushing away.
     
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    Sparrow sat in the dining room of the ship alone but for one other man... The curl of his lips and the unimpressed glint in his eye made it clear that he had been stuck here for far longer than he would have liked. The man across from him wore all the gear and motley that identified in for a hound. A fed. Sharks that patrolled the skies and ground alike looking to interfere with the free men when and where they could.

    “So Mr. Conner Oliver,” The lawman was looking over a digitalized information pad as he spoke. Conner's file no doubt. “You say its work that brings you to Mars?”

    “That's the rumor.” Sparrow said back without expression in his voice. He had told as much to the other officers who had detained him and the rest of the folk on the freighter when they boarded them. They had landed on Mars near four hours ago but he might as well still be in orbit for the good it had done him.

    “Why such a journey, seems a bit out of the way.” He glanced up from the file and looked Sparrow right in the eye.

    He just shrugged, “Friend of mine's been growing his business here, he told me he could use me for awhile to help get things grounded. I'm kinda between jobs back on the rock, so here I am.”

    The officer nodded, “Right right... packed kinda lightly for that aren't you?”

    “Nah. Its a live in position, and only a temporary gig. I'll be lucky if it goes for three months. Anyways, its not like I can't get back to earth if it comes up.”

    The law hound looked skeptical, “get a bit pricey, couldn't it?”

    “Not really,” Conner threw back, “I don't think I'll need to run home to see if I left the stove on, anyways... that's why I take private freighters like this.” He gestured to the room around him.

    “I see... A lot of criminals like to book transport on these things you know.”
    “So do the poor.” He nearly spat the words at the man. Perhaps a bit to harshly as an ominous silence fell over them.

    The lawman wasn't wrong though... criminals and people who would rather not be noticed took these freighters all the time. Hell, that's why they had been boarded in the first place. Suspicion of transporting illicit goods. He could murder Stone for booking him transport on this freighter, he must have known that the captain had a history of smuggling... but as for right now it couldn't be helped.

    The officer spoke again. “This position you mentioned... It wouldn't be comptech related? Working on the cybers?”

    Sparrow hesitated, he knew where this was going. "It would.”

    The officer looked so smug Sparrow could have spat. “It says here in this file you were arrested a few years back.”

    “Yup. Me and about twelve others” He said flatly, “and I was released without being charged, just like the rest.”

    The officer nodded, “It says,” He went on as if he hadn't heard him, “That you were detained under the suspicion of illicitly gaining access to official government networks and wiring in an initiative that leaked private communications between high ranking government officials to... news programs, the wiki's... and literally thousands of political news and blogging sites across the cybers. Says you were released due to 'lack of evidence'”

    Sparrow just shrugged, “Yeah... I remember seeing something about that on the news.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. In truth the event had been a huge news story at the time and had embarrassed the feds something fierce when it went down. “Yeah, I was brought in and questioned about that, so were a handful of others who knew their way around a computer. But in the end I was released because I had nothing to do with it.” Or as they had put it, 'because we can't prove it was you.'

    “Anyways, I don't think an event four years past has any bearing on, from what I can see, is a standard smuggling bust. Last I checked its not illegal to book private passage.”

    The officer remained silent for a few moments before nodding, “Just have to check everyone on board in a situation like this. Standard”

    Conner nodded, “Alright... so, can I go?”
    The officer reluctantly nodded, “Yeah, we're done.”

    Conner got up and headed for the door, but after a few steps the officer called after him.

    “Oh... one more thing. That friend of yours, the one offering you a job. Whats his name in case we need to get ahold of him?”

    Sparrow sighed and looked over his shoulder, not even masking the disdain on his face. “Sorry officer, I know full well I have ever right to leave his name out of this. You have no business bothering him.” And with that he walked out...

    Of course he could have given them a name, any name. He would have been able to rig up an identity, a page and rout the contact information before they would ever have time to check up on it... but that wasn't the point. It was things like this that made him glad he had embarrassed the government those four years ago.

    After they led him off the ship he looked around letting his eyes readjust to the light, he shielded his eyes with his hand and glanced around. He made for the nearest diner, he had time enough still to get a bite to eat before he made contact.
     
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    "If you're lookin' for a debate, you found the wrong guy." The voice that had sounded earlier from the depths of the Indigo Frey rolled in lazily through the cockpit door, its source leaning sideways against the frame with a hand in either pocket. The lights that flashed across the nearby terminals flashed back across the panes of his ebon spectacles, black like his hair and dark as midnight. His shirt was smeared with grease and grime, its olive surface marred beneath streaks of onyx that spanned across the fabric and reached for his exposed arms and shoulders - mixing there with the light sheen of perspiration that rolled forth from his pours. Below deck was nothing if not toasty.
     
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    LaCroix gave an annoyed shrug before yawning and standing from the pilot seat, folding her arms.

    'Don't blame me if he can't tell his arse from his elbow. Wasn't looking for a fight in the first place. It isn't the first time that we've said hello to both sides of that esteemed captain.'

    She smirked, resting against the side of the driver panel, folding her arms.

    'Lookin' pretty as always. What happened to Shin? Thought that he was the one that was meant to pilot this heap. Still evacuating those bowels?'
     
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    He shrugged, producing a cigarette from within a pocket and raising it to his lips. "Cajun food."
     
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    LaCroix laughed, digging the stub of her own cigarette against her hand. A sizeable puff of smoke marred the air as it left a black mark against her palm.

    'Gonna take advantage of the downtime or was there something that you wanted, Steamboy?'
     
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    The engineer raised an eyebrow, mocking seduction. "Was there something you wanted?" He smirked at his own joke, raising a lighter to the end of his smoke and igniting its tip with a flick of the wrist.
     
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    LaCroix smirked, throwing the blunt at the engineer's head. 'In your dreams, Shades. Too much humping around to get humped.'

    She paused a moment before glancing out of the windows, eyeing the red terrain behind the dusty docking station. She looked downwards, her voice lowering faintly.

    'Gonna see the family. Kayla... I hear she's...'

    She stiffened and cleared her throat, rubbing a thumb against the side of her nose.

    'Demanding. Shoulda just kept flying. Relatives're a fun business.'
     
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    "Gotcha." Shades nodded, inhaling a drag from his cigarette. "You want me to tag along?"
     
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    Johnathan walked slowly down the docking station path, paying the man at the booth for one night's docking and regarding the ships that had stopped there as well while he waited for his confirmation slip. The Magi ship towards the other end of the dock aroused his curiosity. He thanked the dock employee as he took his slip and stuffed it unceremoniously into the pocket of his jeans before stepping further down the dock. His caution made him hide in the shadow of a freighter as he stepped casually, slowly towards the ship. He had barely caught a glimpse of it (his face had been too preoccupied with the floor at the time) but he would've sworn that the ship he was facing now was the same one that had nearly knocked him from the sky with a poorly placed jump. A grin crept across his face as he turned his back on the ship and made his way back towards the operators booth with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Though he hated clothing, Streaks was willing to admit he did appreciate pockets and their ability to hold idle hands. It was surprisingly comfortable.

    His gaze turned to admire his own ship for a moment. A golden mark matching his tattoo blazed brilliantly beneath the Mars sun and stood out starkly against the dark metal of the spaceship. The name, Goldenheart, was written beneath the emblem in a roguish cursive. Sharp curves and rough, yet surprisingly skillful points marked the word with a certain uniqueness that its captain was quite proud of, despite the fortune he had spent having it painted. He smirked as he watched his men scatter. They would have their fun, no doubt, and he would be able to relax for a while. A small diner directly in front of him caught his eyes, their blue-emerald depths swirling slightly with interest. He cast a glance back towards the Indigo Frey before entering the small building and sitting at a table nonchalantly.
     
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    LaCroix's smile was half-bright as she pushed herself from the panel, striding past the smoker with a shake of her head. Her voice was jovial.

    'Nah. I need a break from babysitting you, anyway.' She flicked a few coins his way. 'N' you can get me a box of Winterblast Cigs whilst you're at it.' She laughed softly, prowling from the ship, the exit doors yawning open like the maw of a great beast, the brown metalwork creaking and groaning before plummeting against the red sand. The technician moved out quickly, glancing behind her to eye the modestly-sized ship with a curious smile.

    It wasn't a dainty ship – the marks and scratches between the flecks of fraying, red paint told their own story, whilst the body work stood in a triangular arch, dark and stark against the ebbing sky. Either side of the arch were tall pillars, crimson from the intense demands placed upon them to direct the semi-large vehicle. Nothing marked the ship was Indigo Frey – but then, LaCroix suspected, that was probably a good thing. Against the pillars, the sinister cannisters of the guns waited humbly to relinquish their bullets. It was these that the technician raised and looked after when her post was returned to her. They were half the size of the ship, their dark edges glistening proudly, with not a scratch or a dent on them.

    They were new.

    One of Innocent's dock-workers eyed the craft, the scarlet banner around his bare arm wavering softly in the artificial breeze. He paused for a moment until realising that LaCroix was staring at him – quickly, he hurried away, his expression curious and confused.

    She yawned, stretching her arms, the beige sleeves of her long coat shrugging upwards. The woman's body was not a slim one, curving easily around the edges of her dark brown waistcoat and white shirt, which ran up against the dark fabric atop of it. Sat on her hips were two holstered guns, hanging just below the length of her auburn hair; the belts criss-crossing against one another atop of a pair of black shorts, overshadowing a pair of brown tights and some messy boots. Oil and smoke seemed to mar every piece of clothing.

    Or rather, there would have been guns had Innocent not upheld their armistice laws.

    There was a rumble in the distance. Rain was coming.
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    She hated the smell of disinfectant. It reminded her of a morgue than a hospital; yet this was home to some people. The dim noises of doctor's calls and nurse warnings seemed like distant things now, the door shutting out all forms of reality.

    It was just the two of them.

    Surrounded by the plain, white walls and entrenched in veins leading to brooding machines, the comatose body of LaCroix's twin sister lay surrounded by loving notes and untouched toys. Sitting amongst them, the curls of Kayla's pale face caressed her cheek, the shiny buttons of the stuffed objects glittering like fluffy sentinels.

    Useless pieces of junk.

    'Hey you,' she said to the quiet form, 'long time no see...'

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    Innocent's streets were clamoured by people by the time her feet had trodden back into its dusty pavements. The buildings stood stark and grey against the reflection of the covering dome, cluttered like excitable schoolchildren. Like shooting stars, ships of every denomination sparkled across, the distant sun smiling against arch and edge of every component. LaCroix's eyes became half-lidded, transfixed by the belt of lights and sighed.

    This. This was rejuvenating.

    She needed it.

    She glanced behind her, watching as the barricaded doors of the hospital swung shut. It was tempting to go back in – LaCroix knew that any hour spent with Kayla only made her want to stay for longer. The technician would sit there, talking to a body that breathed, but nothing more.

    She would never knew what Kayla would say. It was hard to imagine what she was like now, LaCroix thought amidst the belt-ridden wonder above her head.

    With her head bent low, the woman's hands were shoved into a pocket, striding down the street.