I love writing shit on a whim that I’ve meant to work on for ages
Stowaway
[Power on.
Error: Irregular Shutdown.
System Check:
Disabled. Please consult Fleet personnel for repairs.
Charging Error.
There’s a hand on either side of their face, when they finish rebooting, and they find themselves looking at a troll that they don’t recognize.
Database Search: Unavailable.
The troll before them has wide fins and wild hair, and the droid can see their housing reflected in a pair of wing-shaved sunglasses. They can feel the current running from the troll’s palms, past the speakers that they talk through, and one side has already been heavily damaged.
They lift a limb to push the troll’s hands away as gently as they can, given the fact that their systems are still recovering from running out of power. The troll is rattling off something too fussed for them to care, so M594275 just raises their volume over the voice.
“While I appreciate the power, you’re going to do unnecessary damage if you continue like this. Please return me to a charging station, or consult my mechanics, if I’m unavailable, in the future.”
They’re sure that the troll can hear their annoyance, even if one speaker is cutting in and out as it dies. Who would try to recharge a robot through the face plating? Just because this model hasn’t got the detailed expressing that others do doesn’t mean that there aren’t still delicate pieces under the surface. Maker, this fuchsia must be stupid. Or under duress. But even if that’s the case, it was still a poor decision. One that risked one of their fastest means of communication, until replacements can be brought in.
“Who needs examination?”
The troll blinks at their question, her fins pressing back against her hair.
“What? What sort of exam-“
“You restarted a medical droid in one of the most absurd ways I’ve come across yet, obviously there’s an emergency, or you’ve just tried to fry my speakers for nothing.”
The air between them sparks a moment, and the troll cocks their head to one side a little.
“Why the hell were you shipping a medic with navigational equipment? This wasn’t even supposed to be a- shit. Res, fuck off-“
The droid follows her eyeliner to another seadweller, this one with bright red fins and an eyepatch. One who seems to have very little intention of fucking off, even as the fuchsia tries to wave him off.
“You got it back on, nice! What’s it do?”
If they had teeth, they would threaten to bite the man, with how he’s prodding at the mesh vents on either side of their face, intended to protect their speakers from debris. When one isn’t running psionic currents directly through said speakers, at least. They spare the first troll a glare, but she’s spared the brunt of it by their bangs.
“I’m a medical unit. I specialize in surgical procedures, but-“
“It’s fleet, dude, fuck off. Fisvet’s gonna lose her shit if he’s gotta cover your ass twice in one week, and I can’t do shit if I’m having to power the ship!”
“That’s what we have backup power for, chill-“
“Backup power that we’ve been using for nights now so I can help you get shit sorted, yeah!”
M594275 just wants them to stop.
“Technically, I’m not combat ready, and my connection to any systems is offline. If you’re worried about getting reported for a mutant, don’t. I don’t care if you live or die, so long as it’s not on my watch.”
It would hardly be the first time they’ve turned a blind eye. Pandor hardly monitors their data anymore, and she’s always been enough of a bleeding heart that they doubt it would be of much concern even if she did. They sincerely doubt that, if this person got hurt, it would be remotely connected to their presence. That’s simply not what they were made for.
Not that the information has done much for the bickering, though.
“…If the two of you are going to continue on like this, could you either power me back off or charge me enough to have mobility? This is stupid.”]
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Hi! I'm Jonah, any pronouns (just mix it up), please don’t follow unless you’re 18+
Ships
All characters under the cut
Kitevh Vaaths (any pronouns, 6'2", purple, enjoys sewing)
Buddy Friend (they/them, 5'0", hemoanon(?), friendly little guy)
Ransom Gilded (any pronouns, 7'1", hemoanon, works at troll mcdonalds)
Corpus Shroud (he/xe/they, 5'7", burgundy, corpse collector)
Wrench Fallen (it/they, 5'11", gold, has mostly stumbled across success)
the Mechanism (she/her, 8'0", a robot powered by psionics with more to her than she would have her mechanic realize)
Orion Pulsar (he/she/xe, 5'9", teal, dealer at the Silverfin Casino)
Marrow Dahlia (he/him, 6'6", purple, security at the Silverfin Casino)
Balist Dahlia (he/him, 7'5", purple, retired pilot; ex-fleet and ex-pirate)
Mawris Mycori (they/mush, 5'4", bronze, dead and doing what they can to revive the fallen)
Carver Fathom (she/he, 5'7", cerulean, re-gaining her footing in death)
Discos ______ (she/they, 5'6", willfully ignorant of a brewing storm)
Jouren ______ (he/they, 5'10", olive, doing his best)
Jester ______ (he/him, 6'4" jade, a problem)
Millen Fisvet (any pronouns, jade, captain of a pirate ship that visits Alternia occasionally)
Joulie ______ (they/she, fuschia, pilot under captain Fisvet)
Lavish ______ (they/them, ask otherwise,6'3" gold, able to effect the abilities of others)
Remnis Verith (they/them, ask otherwise, 5'3" burgundy, buddies with Lavish to boost telekinetic abilities)
Podsol ______ (they/ve/bug, 4’10”, bronze, ameteur photographer who spends a considerable portion of their time with bugs)
Foghre Duskym (he/they/it, 7’0”, rust, something of a cryptid with his lusus)
Sporks Sodahh (they/them, olive, general nuisance)
Bridge Depuni (she/he, blue, space pirate)
Resile Argent (he/they, cherry seadweller)
Dibsym “Silverfin” Argent (they/them, hemoanon seadweller and namesake of Silverfin Casino)
Phenga “Miss” Arionn (she/her, 4’10”, cerulean, cannibal and regular at silverfin casino)
Devien Vaaths (whatever pronouns, purple)
Coyote (he/him, olive, a baker with a soft side for his husband)
Isohel ______ (4’11”, they/ze/she/he, pink)
Peipre Charme (she/her, 6’, cerulean, security at Silverfin casino who prides herself in her enchanting voice)
Khalia Yarrow (she/her, 5’11”, jade, winged bartender at Silverfin casino, only answers to Yarrow)
Maevyn Yarrow (they/them, jade, someone who is doing the best with what they have and going on dates when asked)
Pallor Dahlia (ey/xem, purple, friendly clown)
Archon ______ (he/xem, blue, ex-fleet baker with lycanthropy who relies on his husband in stressful situations)
Eiteth Entral (any pronouns, blue, aches to become something Else)
Nyaris ______ (he/they, blue, 5’2)
Variah Wystis (she/her, purple, fancy lady and an ex friend of Ransom)
Myoren ______ (they/them, green, a wizard(?) who lives in the woods)
Yerren (he/him, 5’11”, purple)
Ravkon (he/they, 5’5”, fuschia)
Joenas “Loser” ______ (he/they/it, lime, makes custom helmets and masks)
Thalas ______ (he/him, violet, just a guy living on the waves with his kid)
Mevrea Seldom (she/her, lime, 5’3”, walking experiment and assassin)
Sweets Solace (he/she {mix it up and you’re good}, gold, 5’7”, he runs the building she’s plugged into 5 days of the week)
Doctor Crimes (she/her, blue, definitely earned her doctorate through medical school. Probably.)
Ghosti ______ (she/her, blue seadweller, 5’8”)
Reef (he/she/they, blue seadweller, 10’3”)
Oculus ______ (they/them, violet seadweller, 4’11”, a nervous jewelry maker)
Floura ______ (she/they, red, a florist)
Iraeth “the Wanderer” (they/them, jade)
Delren ___ (he/him, not a troll)
Dari (she/her although it doesn’t entirely matter, not a troll, fights in a ring regularly and can’t seem to stay dead)
Solare ______ (she/they, jade, a rainbowdrinker that sells organs)
Lyanna Rachni (she/they/ze, cerulean, owns an electronics repair shop and helps mutants and aliens hide as well as she’s able)
Commet Calico (she/they/mew, olive/jade cusp, a shifter and a streamer)
Momeno Vivire (she/her, rust, a merry ghost that’s tied to Arch)
Howdee Youall (he/him)
Aranna Evency (mutant violet, sees potential futures, often not the timeline that will come to pass)
Pierce ______ (any pronouns, “blue”, a piercer who loves to make friends)
Pyrric ______ (whatever pronouns, 5’2, gold, a troll with a massive ability to recover from intense injuries and uses this to deliver visceral displays of affection for less than moral trolls)
Jundes Norcel (she/he/they, bronze, an arena fighter with a taste for the thrill of risking her life)
Ventre Nobles (He/they, teal, someone with rebellious sympathies that works at a bakery)
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