Laphisto
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Laphisto worked methodically, his focus narrowed to the gleaming form of the Basilisk war droid before him. The engineering bay hummed with a low, comforting rhythm plasma welders crackled in the distance, repulsorlifts thrummed faintly overhead, and somewhere nearby, coolant pumps whispered through the metal arteries of the ship. It was, to him, a kind of music mechanical and alive.
Vraen stood in the center of it all, her frame half-dismantled, armor plates stripped and replaced piece by piece. Laphisto knelt beside her, hydrospanner in one hand and wrench in the other, carefully fitting a new section of polished Kov'dra plating along her flank. The alloy shimmered faintly under the lights, each plate catching the glow with a tempered sheen. He had only just started tightening the final bolts when a deep, involuntary rumble rose from his throat a low, contented sound, like a beast pleased with its work.
But Vraen had other ideas.
With a whir of servos and a curious tilt of her armored head, the Basilisk leaned down to watch him work. The movement jostled the frame just enough to send his wrench slipping and the newly positioned plate clattering to the deck. Sparks of frustration danced briefly in his golden eyes as he froze mid-motion, exhaling through his nose. "Vraen," he said slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose in tired amusement, "for the love of the gods if you don't stop moving, I swear I'll put you in time-out."
Vraen froze at the tone, her photoreceptors dimming slightly in what could only be interpreted as sheepish guilt. A soft whine came from deep within her chassis half-modulated sound, half mechanical mimicry of a scolded hound. Then, with a subtle mechanical shuffle, she straightened herself and went perfectly still, though her sensor arrays twitched with impatient energy. Laphisto couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips. "Good girl," he murmured, retrieving the fallen wrench and tightening the last bolt with a firm click.
Aknoby
Iandre Athlea
Vraen stood in the center of it all, her frame half-dismantled, armor plates stripped and replaced piece by piece. Laphisto knelt beside her, hydrospanner in one hand and wrench in the other, carefully fitting a new section of polished Kov'dra plating along her flank. The alloy shimmered faintly under the lights, each plate catching the glow with a tempered sheen. He had only just started tightening the final bolts when a deep, involuntary rumble rose from his throat a low, contented sound, like a beast pleased with its work.
But Vraen had other ideas.
With a whir of servos and a curious tilt of her armored head, the Basilisk leaned down to watch him work. The movement jostled the frame just enough to send his wrench slipping and the newly positioned plate clattering to the deck. Sparks of frustration danced briefly in his golden eyes as he froze mid-motion, exhaling through his nose. "Vraen," he said slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose in tired amusement, "for the love of the gods if you don't stop moving, I swear I'll put you in time-out."
Vraen froze at the tone, her photoreceptors dimming slightly in what could only be interpreted as sheepish guilt. A soft whine came from deep within her chassis half-modulated sound, half mechanical mimicry of a scolded hound. Then, with a subtle mechanical shuffle, she straightened herself and went perfectly still, though her sensor arrays twitched with impatient energy. Laphisto couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips. "Good girl," he murmured, retrieving the fallen wrench and tightening the last bolt with a firm click.
Aknoby
Iandre Athlea