forum Mechanists: Attempt Two

Started July 25, 2019 by @Mr.Misfit

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sweet!

I’m gonna start you off by asking a personal favor. That one medical research station, the one that specializes in regenerative technologies? Oh, what was it… Farza-Oak 20? They’ve been asking for some extra supplies and aid from us for weeks. Get a load of supplies packed up in Scarlet and make them feel cared for, yeah?

Anything would’ve made her feel like a million bucks, but this was a golden opportunity already. Brella’s first assignment and she was already tackling a personal problem of the executive’s. And it was charity work, which got good notice in Mechanist circles.

Brella Arazael was set to be the best Mechanist the galaxy had seen. And she’d barely gotten a crew together. With her feet up on the dashboard of her ship’s controls and auto on to keep them headed in the right direction, she wondered what the future held. The starlight void wizzing by simply reminded her that there were plenty of possibilities out there.

“Robin,” Brella called over her shoulder, “you think these eggheads are finally gonna make you believe that we’re a sister species? I can’t quite remember if that was what you thought, or…?”

Robin sighed and set down the magazine she was reading and sat up straight, following Brella's example and kicking her feet up on the dashboard. "I'm not sure. We do have similar ways of storing and using energy but we look and behave quite different from your species." She said, unconsciously fingering her now silver hair.

Standing up and unfolding her wings, she walked around her chair a couple times before sitting back down and facing Brella again. "I guess we are a sister species. However this occurred, I shall never know, but we are more similar that my elders care to admit. Perhaps we were borne on the same star?" She asked

Brella shrugged, “Maybe. I reckon we’re both the product of Golden Age genetic tampering. How Lovuthans evolved quickly enough to survive the solar shift is about as obvious to us as a bug in a firestorm. They panicked, yeah? Made up a whole bunch of different ways to leave a legacy. A chance to keep it going. Ya’ll got shot out and landed on another planet, while we were kept here.”

She got up and strode to the cockpit’s passenger table, where a cup of fresh coffee lay for her. She took the cup in her hands and sipped, closing her eyes with the warm smell of human brewed caffeine and water. Looking back to Robin, she shrugged again, “That’s what I believe, anyway. Don’t make sense any other way.”

"Perhaps. It could also be the fact that my ancestors were thought to have been adaptors. They may have appeared on your planet and learned your ways, they passed them down to us." Robin said

Looking out the main window she sighed "where is our mission this time?"

“Just a haul,” Brella answered, “Soon as all crew are aboard and the supplies are loaded we lift off and make for a medical research station. Just as soon as they get down loading up the goods. Speaking of which,” she set down the coffee mug and glanced around, “Have you seen Shay? I thought he was supposed to be here by now.”

"I dont know, I have yet to see him as last I saw him was at the mission centre when we first received our mission." She said.

Brella shrugged and sat back down, kicking her feet up, “Well, he’d better hurry it up or I’m gonna have to find another shipmate on the run. Soon as the loaders finish their thing in the cargo hold, I’m bolting.” She took another sip of her coffee and yawned, “Oooh, but y’know. I suppose it was all rather short notice. I sure as hell didn’t see it coming.”

Well, she did, but that wasn’t the important bit. The station had been requesting help for a while, but the executive had answered in order to keep them quiet, chatting only to him. The only real difference was they were simply waiting for him to deliver, rather than looking for a seller. Or so he said.

Brella raised her mug to her lips again, remembering the situation. The old station cafe, a human calvary sabre on the wall next to them. Better coffee, lots of people and noise. Almost as good as a workship.

Almost.

Robin nodded and stood up again. She peered out the large window at the world below and made a face. Shanking her head, she turned away from the window and unfurled her wings, using them to fly up to the large ceiling and sitting on a beam.

Name: Zavace Cylor (usually called Zav)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Sha'liss, a species of shape shifting drifters. They have a bad reputation as thieves, smoothtalkers, flirts, and just generally bad people.
Appearance: Zav's typical appearance is tall, with a slim but well muscled body. He has brown hair, and his eyes vary in color depending on the day. His clothes typically are for comfort, not style, and are a touch on the worn side. He has scarring scattered across his body as well, that he can't just shapeshift away.
Background: TBD
About the Sha'liss: The Sha'liss's homeworld is unknown, and most in the galaxy look down on them, seeing them as no good drifters, thieves, and murderers. As shape shifters, most do not trust them anyway. They have no other powers beyond shape shifting, though most of them have an affinity for music, and their music is often described as a "strange, wild thing. Like something from a dream. It messes with your mind." Other info may be added about them as we go.

(I hope he's okay! if he is, how would you like me to add him in?)