First Reply Haunted Hyperlanes

[Delila Castillon]

Drifting through the vessel, Delila wasn't sure how she ended up here. This entire 'ghost' thing was trickier than Jorus Q. Merrill had let on during his trainings. If he told her how to control where she went it was certainly lost to her physical memories. Most days she just popped up where needed. Well, not so much needed. Most couldn't see her which lead to her doing annoying poltergeist activities such as dropping items or making spooky noises.

No one wanted her wisdom so she was going to be a menace for now.

Coming behind the person working in the underbelly of their vessel, the ghostly redhead shook her head.

"You're doing it wrong." A long sigh. "Kids these days. Hitting the hyperlanes without any training. Was I that stupid? Not really, never was a fan of flying. That's what pilots are for. I could fix things though, so there's that."

An annoyed sound.

"No, no, no. White is the neutral wire."

Not like they could hear but still.

 

[Mercy]

Delila Castillon

Mercy had decided to take a short vacation from pillaging and running rampant all across the Deep Core. She let Arris Windrun know that she'd be absent for a week and then took off on a smaller ship.

To explore the lanes, get into a problem or two and live life like she used to.

It was difficult to find enjoyment when her cult insisted on following her every step. That was why she snuck out. Which was disgusting to her, how far had she fallen, that she needed to sneak out at night to avoid her own guards? But there was nothing to be done about it. The 'perks' of authority and responsibility she was told.

Then halfway through the jaunt the ship decided to stop working.

Cue her trying to figure out which wire went where in this infernal ship she had stolen.

"No, no, no. White is the neutral wire."

"That can't be right. In this model the white one is-" Then Mercy blinked and jumped up, whirling around, as she realized she was supposed to be all alone on this shuttle.

"Who the fuck said that?"

 

[Delila Castillon]

"Me. Your friendly redhead ghost."

Fine eyebrow raised. So this one could hear her but not see her. That happened sometimes. Again these types of things didn't come with a manual she could reference back to on the regular. Maybe if she thought hard about being a specter? Often times Jorus mentioned it depended all on the invidiual and the right conditions.

Either way.

"What type of model doesn't have white as neutral? This has to be a vessel made by the Galactic Alliance. Too focused on the Jedi, not enough on firepower. We see where that got them. Backwards ass designs."

Mercy ​

 

[Mercy]

Delila Castillon

She whirled around again.

Still just a disembodied voice, but now at least it made sense. A ghost. After everything that Mercy had seen in her life a ghost was low on her list of things to be perplexed by.

"You are a ghost and you are forced to haunt my ship out of being anywhere in the Galaxy?" She said dryly, looking around her, trying to pin-point exactly where the disembodied voice was coming from. Every once in a while Mercy thought she could see a flicker of... something. Just a discoloration in the spectrum.

Her eyes, twin suns, saw more than most.

Courtesy of spending all of her metaphorical points in enhancing her body, versus anything external.

"It might have been. A jacked it from Coruscant, which was controlled by the Empire, but the Alliance was there first..." A slow shrug. "So, isn't it boring, drifting about and running commentary on other people's lives?"

Mercy was probably being a bit of an nerf herder.

But she didn't like the idea of someone watching her and having no idea where she was.

 

[Delila Castillon]

Delila 'walked' around the decking, coming to stand near the open hole in the decking. She peered down into the mess of cables and parts, looking. Nothing she was remotely familiar with but often these things were interchangeable. A small shrug as this snarky woman was commenting on her choices to haunt this ship.

"Listen here, this being dead ghost stuff is harder than it looks. Judging by your hair you can't even be bothered to pick up a brush, let alone figure out how to navigate this astral plane."

Life was indeed wasted on the living.

"So what's your story? You're giving me McYoda's barista vibes. Man...what I wouldn't do to taste caf again.."

Mercy​