@Mr.Misfit
(Oh shit. School really does suck.)
(Oh shit. School really does suck.)
(Is everyone still here?)
(indeed school does. I am, idk about anyone else XD)
(Glad you’re keeping it light…. I was having a stroke when I realized I had left this for so long….)
( :) it's totally fine, don't worry too much. I think I've seen @FaeEris around the forums, idk about the other person)
(also I gtg to bed now, so I should be back sometime tomorrow)
(I am present! :D Although I no longer suffer the long irritating days of school, I do sympathize.)
(Hey guys, I'll be here but ve very spotty because Un8 is about to start and I'm really stressed.)
Brella slid down the pole to land in the workshop deck. Now that they were on their way, Brella could get on to her project. Her special Mechanist project.
Cloaking.
The concept had been the subject of several scientists’ research, but none of them realized that the answer was staring them right in the face. So, Brella decided that it would be her to hold the achievement in her hand. And she’d add a special Mechanist touch, as well. She hadn’t figured that part out yet. But she would.
Zav hummed softly as he pulled something out from his bag, tapping at the older device. It was probably a good ten years old by now, but still worked well despite the cracks.
Iris looked at the map in her hand then at the navigation centre and sighed. It would be best to sleep for a trip of this length. She folded the large sheet and put it in one of the many pockets adorning her outfit before flying up to her quarters and resting.
Shay adjusted his chair into a more comfortable position. Opening up a compartment under his seat he took out a few knives and a whet stone. He chose the smallest of the knives, tutting disapprovingly at the edge before meticulously beginning to sharpen it against the stone. Shay did this before every mission as a way to relax, he just couldn't help himself.
Brella began to feel some form of energy thrumming upstairs. She nodded approvingly, the crew was keeping busy. The scraping of a whetstone followed, then yawning joined. Around her the machines of the workshop began silently whirring to life as energy into them from Brella’s pink energy wings.
She opened her cabinet of projects and took a small chip from one of the drawers, and set to work on it on a nearby, with a brand new set of electrical tools and components by her side.
Zav hummed softly as he kept working on the tablet, sending out notes and such, encrypting the data before he sent it. God, this stupid ass. I've already sent him everything he needs, but now I have to walk him through it, too?? And he calls himself a hacker…
(Door creaks open Hello?)
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