forum Space Andromeda (Private)
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(Maybe our crew has always been the misfits, leading other crews to practically despise us. We don't work for the "empire" or anyone, so when we hear that there is a treasure on one of the moons in a nearby galaxy, we immediately jump on the opportunity.)

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(Ikr, it was bad. And yes, we should start this up, except I'm pretty bad at starters.)

@Lenered

Kameo sat in his chair, poking at a liquid substance with his gloved hand. It was supposed to be extremely acidic, as in, it should've burnt his gloves off, but so far, no results.

@ShadeStar

Peyton was in the navigation room. She was looking through the different star charts trying to map out a path. God this was difficult!

@Lavy-the-Nerdy-Sci-Fi-Birdy

Joanna peeked into the oven. Please be done. YES! she grinned and pulled out the pie. She set it on a rack to cool, and started working on the whipped cream. French Silk pie was one of her favorite things to bake.

@Desvelarse pets

Lucy sat crisscross on the floor of the makeshift counseling room. Well, it was more of a decently sized storage area. When she had first arrived with the crew, she offered her services as a mental therapist, considering she knew first-hand what mental trauma could do to the mind. So, the small room was converted into her own little office, something she considered a safe space for anyone who wanted of talk. Her eyes were shut as she sat in the calming silence, a small labradorite stone resting in each of her palms. The certain stone was meant to help with anxiety. She knew how many frowned upon the idea that crystals could help promote certain emotions and help to heal mentally, but she was raised to believe in the practice.

@Lenered

Finally! The acid was working! Kameo poured it into a vial and slipped it into a cabinet, proud of his work. His lab was bright white, impeccably cleaned, of course, but the bedroom part of his room was a mess, pillows all over the floor and empty vials everywhere. He opened the door to his room, heading out and deciding to stop by the kitchen.

@WriteOutofTime

Dara sat in her lab, puckering her lips and glaring at the screen in front of her. If she managed it, she could invent cloaking for their entire ship. If not, she'd probably just kill herself. She smirked and kept working, jotting down notes as she designed the cloaking mechanism. It was a trick question. She'd invent it. All part of being a genius.

@Lavy-the-Nerdy-Sci-Fi-Birdy

(Nvm, I'm back.)
Joanna tucked the pie into the icebox so it could cool more before she applied the whipped cream. She set to scrubbing the used baking utensils clean, plopping them down in the sink.