OOC: Forgot to apply tags. This is a private thread between @[member="Curupira Hawk"] and myself.
"How long will this take demon?" Taleen mouthed at her companion, a 7-LOM protocol droid who served as her pilot. She hated this, this powerlessness to go where she wanted. Relying on this creature of stone and metal to traverse the heavens, she wished she knew how to pilot the infernal machines. But in the end, she did not, and despite Go-LOM's best efforts to teach her, she had no comprehension of this 'technology' wizardry that made the ship work. How could it fly with no wings? How did the fire of the . . . enginess, not consume the ship? No animal nor witch Taleen knew of lit themselves on fire to go faster, but somehow the ship traversed the stars with it. The droid had also informed her that the ship's diet consisted solely of some liquid called 'fuel' and that they would have to stop every once in a while. Still, Taleen hated not putting her feet on the forest ground, or drinking the water of the river. This 'space travel' was hard on the soul.
"We shall arrive at our destination in approximately 2.35 days." Go-LOM responded, still controlling the beast with an arrangements of sticks and boils that didn't pop. Taleen was annoyed that the demon still would not speak in mere numbers, but numbers and points and more numbers. If it was two days it was two days and if it was three it was three. What did two point three five mean? Two three or five days? Where did the fourth day go? It all confused Taleen greatly, but she had no other way of achieving her goal of ridding the galaxy of the heretic Jai and bringing back ships for the Nightsisters. She would have to learn eventually.
"We are being hailed Mistress Taleen." Go-LOM spoke to Taleen.
"You say it hails but yet no ice falls above our heads? Speak plain Go-LOM." Taleen said, irritated at the demon once again.
"Mistress, I mean to say that another ship wishes to communicate with us. They are asking permission to dock." Go-LOM stated to the woman. Communicate, permission, dock, stranger and stranger were the words of the stone demon. Taleen thought for a minute and tried to decipher what the droid meant, but found no solution.
"Allow it." Taleen said to Go-LOM, who pressed one of the glowing boils of the ship. Suddenly she felt something rock the ship, as if a claw had latched on to it from the side. "What are you doing? Prepare to kill!" Taleen said as she picked up her spear and enchanted it with power, power enough to stand up to sword of lightning and cut through stone and metal. Go-LOM looked confused, or as confused as a bug eyed stone demon could, then grabbed his 'chimera' stick that shot fire and joined her as she rushed to where the claw latch came from.
"How long will this take demon?" Taleen mouthed at her companion, a 7-LOM protocol droid who served as her pilot. She hated this, this powerlessness to go where she wanted. Relying on this creature of stone and metal to traverse the heavens, she wished she knew how to pilot the infernal machines. But in the end, she did not, and despite Go-LOM's best efforts to teach her, she had no comprehension of this 'technology' wizardry that made the ship work. How could it fly with no wings? How did the fire of the . . . enginess, not consume the ship? No animal nor witch Taleen knew of lit themselves on fire to go faster, but somehow the ship traversed the stars with it. The droid had also informed her that the ship's diet consisted solely of some liquid called 'fuel' and that they would have to stop every once in a while. Still, Taleen hated not putting her feet on the forest ground, or drinking the water of the river. This 'space travel' was hard on the soul.
"We shall arrive at our destination in approximately 2.35 days." Go-LOM responded, still controlling the beast with an arrangements of sticks and boils that didn't pop. Taleen was annoyed that the demon still would not speak in mere numbers, but numbers and points and more numbers. If it was two days it was two days and if it was three it was three. What did two point three five mean? Two three or five days? Where did the fourth day go? It all confused Taleen greatly, but she had no other way of achieving her goal of ridding the galaxy of the heretic Jai and bringing back ships for the Nightsisters. She would have to learn eventually.
"We are being hailed Mistress Taleen." Go-LOM spoke to Taleen.
"You say it hails but yet no ice falls above our heads? Speak plain Go-LOM." Taleen said, irritated at the demon once again.
"Mistress, I mean to say that another ship wishes to communicate with us. They are asking permission to dock." Go-LOM stated to the woman. Communicate, permission, dock, stranger and stranger were the words of the stone demon. Taleen thought for a minute and tried to decipher what the droid meant, but found no solution.
"Allow it." Taleen said to Go-LOM, who pressed one of the glowing boils of the ship. Suddenly she felt something rock the ship, as if a claw had latched on to it from the side. "What are you doing? Prepare to kill!" Taleen said as she picked up her spear and enchanted it with power, power enough to stand up to sword of lightning and cut through stone and metal. Go-LOM looked confused, or as confused as a bug eyed stone demon could, then grabbed his 'chimera' stick that shot fire and joined her as she rushed to where the claw latch came from.