Private Spider Senses Tingling

[Saul Whesai]

As Saul walked through Centerra's spaceport, his duffel bag over his arm as the cyborg looked around. It was just another day in the life of the in-flight mechanic, looking for jobs. Traveling all the way to the Unknown Regions was his best way to start over, to have a new beginning. After the Diarchy, it was best to make distance, try to find a safe place away from everything that was going on in the core. And so he was on Centerra, a place that wasn't going to be bombarded anytime soon.

Walking up to the job boards, he scanned them for jobs. Out here, work was few and far between, but he was surprised to see ships posting for a run to the... Farworlds Alliance. Huh, he had never heard of that place before... Must be a new startup that was created while he was traveling. Saul thought that he might have to learn more about it if they required all this shipping. Little did he know he was about to meet one of the creators.

Braze

 

[Braze]

Tags: Saul Whesai

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Braze was on Centerra to pick up supplies and whatever new hires he could ferry with him to Refuge.

When the time came to leave, it seemed he had only one passenger left to collect, someone who had signed on for one of the listed jobs. A brief interview would be useful; it would give Braze a chance to see what skills the fellow had to offer before they ventured too far from port.

He went to greet the newcomer near the Mud Duck's boarding ramp, dressed for travel in a close-fitting bodysuit beneath a weathered leather spacer suit. The outer layer bore the soft creases and scuffs of frequent use, its straps and fastening clasps secured neatly against his slight frame. Jade-green eyes studied Saul with open curiosity.

Braze offered him a small smile.

"Hey, stranger… I'm Braze. Welcome aboard the Mud Duck. Did you bring any luggage you'd like to settle into one of the rooms?"

 

[Saul Whesai]

As the jade eyes looked upon him, Saul couldn't help but shiver a bit. Being stared at like this... reminded him he was normal... That he was a strange oddity, and he hated that feeling more than anything else. Saul didn't blame Braze for this, though... The white-haired young man seemed kind enough, even cute-looking if Saul went so far.

The Cyborg remembered the Braze had asked him a question and coughed, having probably been caught staring, "Umm... Thanks... I just got the bags that I have... I'm Saul by the way, but I'll... get aboard so we can get going..." And as he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head to hide his two neon blue, unblinking eyes, he scrambled aboard, trying to recover his breath after being seen through.

Settling in his cabin near the engine room,, Omen caught his breath and looked around at the ship's construction. She was a good ship, made well. Like its Owner apparently. But that was something that could be explored for another time. And as he settled in, the Cyborg thought this would be a good future.

Braze

 

[Braze]

Tags: Saul Colsan

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Braze offered to assist him with his bags, carrying some of the luggage he had brought aboard to one of the guest rooms. He set everything down gently at the foot of the bed.

It was one of the few passenger rooms aboard the ship, arranged much like a modest hotel room with simple, common amenities. The space was compact but comfortable, with enough storage for his belongings and a private place to rest during the journey.

"The mess hall is on the middle deck, near the center of the ship. You can't miss it," Braze explained gently. "Once you've settled in, we'll be taking off soon. Captain Vesperis will let you know when."

He gestured toward the small communication panel beside the door.

"We'll have dinner around eighteen hundred. I'd like to speak with you about your skill set, so that seems as good a time as any. Should you need help before then, press the door comm here, and one of our crewmates may answer. I reside in the forward room on the middle deck, just below the cockpit."

Braze offered him a small, reassuring smile. "Should you have any questions, you're welcome to come and find me."

He presumed the man's odd behavior might merely have been nerves brought on by moving somewhere unfamiliar and speaking with a potential new employer. Braze chose not to press him. Instead, he wanted his guest to feel comfortable aboard the ship, allowing him the privacy to settle in. He then departed leaving Saul to his own devices as Braze made the final checks he needed before departure.

Once everything had been squared away, the ship lifted from Centerra and began its journey toward Refuge.

 

[Saul Whesai]

Saul would pause at the offer before reluctantly letting Braze take the duffle bag full of clothes and assorted baubles that was his life, keeping his tool bag around himself. Trusting Braze with his bag was like trusting Braze with his life. Said a lot about what he already thought about him.

The Cyborg muttered to himself as he looked around the room. "Better than I usually get..." Usually, he just got whatever space he could hang a hammock from. Getting an actual room... it was unusual for him... Guess this Farworlds Alliance liked to fatten their workers up before putting them to work. Brazes voice shook him out of his mind, and he passively nodded at what they said. "Good thing I don't have much to put away." Such was the life of a cyborg vagabond.

Skill set... Well, at least that was easy to answer. "I'm a... mechanical engineer. I mostly work on Starships and little design projects now and then. I used to work for Si Tech as a drawing board artist till the company started their migeration. Guess I'm following them." He knew roughly where this Alliance was, and it seemed to line up with where the company had drifted to. Maybe they would reunite somehow.

When Braze turned to go, the Cyborg's voice made him turn back around. "Hey Braze... Thanks... for the welcome." Saul mustered up the best smile his tired face could produce. When the Jedi finally left, he let out a sigh and collapsed on the bed. He didn't remember introductions like that to be so exhausting. Liin really had taken a chunk of him when he tried to change himself for her... At least he had time before he had to see the tiny cat-like Jedi again. Wait, what was that control panel over the bed? Might as well find out. With the first button push, he looked up in surprise as a band of anti-grav generators came out of the wall. As the cyborg started to float, he decided that picking up this job wasn't the worst thing he had ever done.

Opening his electronic eyes at the dinner bell, Saul reluctantly shut off the tractor beam and grunted as he hit the bed's soft surface. It was the best sleep he had had for a while. Slowly, he got himself ready for dinner and let his legs march down the freighter's hallways to try and find the dining hall in this massive hulk of a ship. If this ship were a woman, she certainly had some curves on her.

Braze

 

[Braze]

Tags: Saul Whesai

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Braze offered him a welcoming nod before departing…

When dinner was served, most of the crew gathered together, while one or two loners slipped elsewhere into the ship with their hot meals and cold drinks. Braze, however, seemed intent upon sharing his dinner with Saul Whesai .

"Would you like to join me?" Braze asked as he settled into one of the booths, setting his tray upon the table. "So Si tech huh?" Braze asked curiously. "What was working for them like?" He asked curious to hear about Jonyna Si 's work form some one who worked inside the company/

More often than not, Braze served as the ship's cook, particularly when they were away on missions. Preparing dinner for the crew had become something of a routine for him.

 

[Saul Whesai]

Well, this was a surprise... Saul raised an eyebrow at Braze wanting to sit with him. Guess this boy had an interest in figuring out what he was. He slid into the booth across from Braze. "It's more or less like another other company. The only difference is that we were working for a Jedi Master with the hope that we were making ships for good." Instead of the usual corporate atmosphere of oppression, it didn't exist there, at least not what he had seen, up until the end.

Spooning a bit of soup into his mouth, the Cyborg's mouth was a flat line as he gave it a taste test. It was good but... "Needs more pepper..." Taking a spice shaker out of his tool bag, he sprinkled some onto the food and took another spoonful. "Better." Cooking wasn't something that was fun for the Cyborg, it was about survival. If you can't live well if you can't eat well. And if it tasted good, that was a bonus.

After a bit, his neon eyes turned to Braze. "So... Tell me about yourself. Other than your a Lothcat given human form. And you can ask what you want... I know I'm not... normal..." Well wasn't that the truth. His cybernetic hands flexed under the table as he tried to keep himself busy. Without an engine to fidget with, he was utterly helpless in conversation. Espessially with a someone as good looking as Braze.

Braze