a day in the LIFE!

[*chrys weaver.]

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IT'S REALLY NOT YOU
IT'S JUST THE WAY I AM

The Nyx had been out for months, and while the others might be glad to come into port, Chrys Weaver was always more comfortable in her cockpit than anywhere else. She figured that while they were out looking for new crew members she would stay here and make some adjustments. Even though Moai was their usual port, Chrys didn’t really have any connections on the colony. Besides, the pilot didn’t really like changes to her routine. As long as she was here, she felt safe and secure.

Once they set down though was different story. Chrys hated crowds almost as much as she hated people sitting in her seat. Not to mention, she was constantly catching people trying to pick her pockets, and people touching her things gave her the heebie-jeebies.

Of course, if the captain asked her to come… The thought made her cringe. She would have to go if he asked her to. She wondered if there was some excuse that she could make to get herself out of this, but nothing came to mind. Mentally, she cursed herself for not having a plan for this. Unfortunately, everything was running well and there was nothing that needed to be done.

[waka FATANU]

Waka awoke to an alarm. It’s 0330 and almost time for him to begin the ships routine. Waka thinks to himself how unfortunate it is that, no matter how long he works onboard a ship he never gets accustomed to the four hours on eight hours off schedule. Groggily he reaches for his bills on the shelf next to his hammock; he swallows the two white pills and one red pill that it takes to stave off space degeneration. Finally Waka casts off his blanket and swings his feet to the deck. The chilly air and the feel of cold metal on his feet make his naked flesh tingle as he opens his locker to grab a pair of steamers and a set of underclothes. When dressed he is at last ready to start his day.
It had been almost a year since Waka got hired on as the mechanic onboard the Nyx, and he had come to realize that she was a demanding mistress. As he walked through the p-ways to the engine room he had all his senses on alert. If he was cautions, often the Nyx would tell him if something were wrong long before it became a problem, but only if he paid enough attention to her to hear it. Today she sounded almost giddy with anticipation at the thought of coming into port. Waka didn’t blame her, it had been months since she got anytime in the shipyard, and he had to admit he was a little eager himself, it had been months since he had seen his daughter Kora. He arrived at the engine room and he efficiently went about the elaborate dance it takes to appease his mistress. His hands fly across the valve manifolds as he adjusts the dozens of gages to their proper parameters. He picks up his oil can and rag, cleanliness is next to godliness in an engine room, at least that’s what his father always taught him. When Waka is convinced that everything is ship shape, at least for a few hours, he heads to the galley to get some chow.
At 0545 Waka enters the galley. Once again he finds himself the first person awake. Slowly he walks across the galley to the food locker. Space food does not allow for the best variety of edibles but he gingerly opens up a can of eggs and another can of milk to make a poor man’s omelet. As the eggs cook on the stove Waka opens one of the last packages of coffee grounds to begin a pot of coffee. As always he makes a little extra for the next person to come along. He wished someone would make breakfast for him every once in a while.
After breakfast he leaves for the cargo bay to work out. One of the curses of space degeneration is that if you don’t stay in top physical shape you will probably be out of work by 40. Waka finds himself hoping that Sonja shows up to spar with him. He might be almost twice her size but that little firecracker knows how to run him through his paces.

[sonja ERES harned]

oh will this end for us with just another crash and burn?

Docking in a port always made her nervous.

Well, she would never admit that part to anyone else, anyway - even though she had been flying for ages, the way The Azalea used to come in was like a drunken sailor coming home to its lover... Which was a pretty apt description for what generally went on when that particular pirating rig was in port. But Sonja trusted The Nyx a lot more than that old bag of bones - even if the crew was younger and a bit less experienced, at least she didn't have to conceal a knife on her at all times... Granted, she did, but it was a choice she made rather than a situation she was forced into.

Huh... Where did that come from? Probably missing the dear old dad... Though maybe he's dead now. Wouldn't THAT be a surprise?

Eres looked at the display next to her bed... 0540. That meant Waka was probably up and about, looking to the ship before he started his routine of beating his body into submission. She took her meds dry, the underclothes she wore to bed barely protecting her from the cold of her quarters. She liked them that way - cold, that is - because it meant that every time she got under the covers she didn't want to get back out. A woman had to have SOMETHING to look forward to, and even if it was a sort of created need for warmth, it was still there, and that was better than nothing.

After a quick shower and a change into something less revealing (which today consisted of a pair of plain slacks and a white t-shirt), she headed to her baby - the weapons room. She neglected the guns and "heavy" weaponry for the moment to head to her own secret stash - a cadre of knives, swords, and even a whip thrown in for good measure. Her knife, like a good companion, was normally on her person, but for moving around the ship she didn't find it necessary. With a glance to make sure nothing was missing, she finished her requisite weapons check with gusto. She knew where she was dead - the cargo bay. Most mornings Waka went there, and even if she didn't feel like sparring this morning he was good company. She could respect him for thinking he could beat her - at least he was willing to try.

Some of the other members of the crew were put off by her nature, but it wasn't in Waka's nature to judge others, so they got along pretty well. She stepped into the cargo bay to see Waka working himself out. He was convinced that if he didn't keep it up the hazards of being in space would get to him, but Sonja knew that she was active enough for everyone on this ship, and made a point of making sure they all knew it.

She quietly watched him, knowing he would hear or see her eventually - and she was still a bit too groggy to attempt to start up conversation.

[*chrys weaver.]

IT'S REALLY NOT YOU
IT'S JUST THE WAY I AM

It was nearly six hundred hours when the smell of coffee drifted into the cockpit. Chrys had been up for hours, unable to sleep. Her worries about the crowds on the ground had kept her up. And since she was up, she'd gone down to to the 'pit with her notebook. While most of the crew slept, she'd made notes on the new net system they were planning to implement. Of course, they were going to hire two shuttle pilots to do the actual netting, but Chrys had a habit of planning for everything. And she didn't trust anyone else to do it right.

As she caught the smell of coffee, Chrys stuck her pencil through her blond ponytail and headed in the direction of the galley. After being up most of the night, hot coffee sounded like just the thing. And she felt a slight pounding at her temples. A caffeine headache to be sure. The poor pilot was completely addicted to the stuff.

She set her notebook on the counter and went to dig through the cupboard for a cup. In the back, she found her favorite mug. Well, her only mug. It was a deep green color tapered so that it was wider at the top than the bottom. Everyone else onboard knew that coffee cup was reserved for Chrys, who was known to have mild freak outs when she saw anyone else sipping from it.

She filled it three quarters of the way and then dumped in the last of the cream. "It's a good thing we're coming in today," she said to herself as she tossed the can into the trash compactor. As she stirred the coffee, she noticed a covered pan on the stove and stopped to peak beneath it. Eggs. Bleh. She was sure they were fresh, but something in the pit of her stomach turned over at the site of eggs. She put the lid down and sipped her coffee instead.

With no one around, she flipped her notebook open to reread her notes, triple checking for any little thing that she might have missed.

[waka FATANU]

The first beads of sweat form on Waka’s body as he feels Sonja come into the cargo bay. It’s interesting but she registers more as a blank spot in his perception than anything else, any other person he knew would be louder when they move but Sonja had the grace of a predator. Of all the crew Waka enjoyed Sonja the most, she didn’t take shit and she had the stones to back up her bravado. Sonja was Toa like him; she just didn’t know it yet.
Without showing in his body that he was aware of Sonja’s presence, Waka increases the intensity of his Haka, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to show off. The speed of his Taiaha was such that his weapon was barely visible. Now the Toa began to transition to Mau Raikau Zero stance, balancing on one hand he flips easily into an inverted position and bounces effortless back to his feet. He catches his breath as finally he faces where Sonja is standing. Waka smiles broadly and says; Morning sunshine, care to join me? He begins to walk toward the wall, preparing to set his Taiaha down.

[sonja ERES harned]

oh will this end for us with just another crash and burn?

((OOC: Yes, I know, I'm terrible, etc, etc.))

Sonja smiled at Waka as he propositioned her for sparring.

"Ah, I'm actually heading into port today to see if we can't find anyone else to add to our illustrious ranks. Maybe some more girls... Though hopefully, just someone who can fight would be nice."

With a grin and a wave, she stepped back out of the cargo bay to make her preparations. She -would- be needing a weapon if she was going to be moving around in public, and definitely something more showy than what she was wearing. If people didn't respect her for her fighting skills they could, at least, always respect her for her fashion sense.

With a quick grab of her favorite knife and a stop at her cabin for some better clothes, she was off, hoping to at least find something good to drink while she was in port.

((OOC: Sorry for the short posttttt. I just wanted to post something and also establish that Eres is going to Maoi!))

[waka FATANU]

Waka enjoyed the view as Sonja walked away from him, he knew she was trouble but you spend enough time out in space and even a bad idea begins to look mighty tempting. With her leaving the cargo bay there was little else for him to do beside finish his Haka and prepare to come into Moai. In a way he was grateful that Sonja didn’t want to spar this morning, it means that he did not have to hold back. Sonja was a good Toa but the difference in their mass meant that if Waka landed a blow without restraint he would shatter whatever his Taiaha hit, Though Sonja did exhibit an amazing ability to not be struck he still pulled much of the force from his strikes.
Waka began moving through his Haka in earnest, the conditioning of his body and spirit was almost a religious experience for him, he remembered the motions that his father taught him as a child and pictured him moving through the stances. Since it looked like he was not going to have a son anytime soon it occurred to Waka that it might behoove him to teach Kora how to use the Taiaha. Women did not usually do such things but Kora was far from usual. Though Waka wished that he could take credit for Kora’s spirit it was her mother that she took after most. It was the fire that drew him to Kora’s mother and now it is that same fire that he must try to temper.
After almost an hour of intense work with the Taiaha and his
Mere Waka realized that it was time again to check the engines and make sure that the Nyx was not in imminent danger of exploding. He found that the pressure gauge for the main grav unit said they were at zero psi, considering that no one was free floating or imploding Waka took this to mean that the gauge had finally broke.
He thought,Wonderful, just one more thing that I will have to fix in port.
The thought of being in port reminded him that he better gather up his seabag and Kora’s dress if he were going to get off this boat before the captain found him. If he didn’t waste time here he would be able to spend the evening with Kora and then check the Rose tonight to see if he could find some quick work for the shop. The idea of a few pints and possible feminine attention was working through his head as he felt the stabilizers kick in, Matua will be home soon Tamahine.

[*chrys weaver.]

IT'S REALLY NOT YOU
IT'S JUST THE WAY I AM

Scribbling away in her notebook, Chrys went to sip her coffee and realized that it had disappeared. With a sigh, she closed the notebook and stuck the pencil back through her ponytail before heading back to the coffeepot. She poured a new cup and opened the fridge for the cream, cursing when she remembered that she had used the last of it. She stared at the green mug for a long moment. There was no way that she would be able to concentrate while her coffee was cream-less.

She pulled another mug down and poured a second cup. She dumped sugar into both of them and scooped up her notebook as she headed for the cargo bay. The only way to deal with this misfortune was to find someone else awake. The pilot had been too many hours awake by herself anyways.

The cargo bay was empty when she reached it, so she headed down to the engine room. Chrys was no mechanic, but she had a healthy respect for them. After all, you couldn't fly if your ship wasn't in top shape. Being as obsessive as she was, Chrys kept up a good rapport with the Moari that kept her baby afloat.

"Hello?" She called out as she entered Waka's domain. "I brought coffee!" She added looking around for the engineer.

[waka FATANU]

He looked “up” at Chrys from the ceiling, Waka was always entertained by the fact that people forgot the engine room had omni-directional gravity. It made sense, if you were not a mechanic ninety nine percent of the time down meant where the floor was, but a mechanic learned that concepts like up and down were always relative.

From this vantage point Waka had a very good view of Chrys, a view he very much enjoyed. Chrys was a beautiful woman who intrigued him, where Sonja was an inferno Chrys was the Embers; not as flashy but much hotter. This analogy carried over to their respective personalities and their temper as well.

With the fact that Chrys not only had the potential for volatility but was also kind enough to come bearing coffee Waka decided it was in his best interest to not surprise her. “ coming down Chrys, watch your head.” He warned just before he hopped from the ceiling. Smoothly he turns his body around in an almost lazy rotation as his body first free falls, and then catches the gravity of the far wall, the one Chrys was standing on. When Waka landed just in front of the attractive blonde with an almost imperceptible impact he could not help but show just the tiniest smirk. No matter how often he did it engine room acrobatics always made him feel so damn cool!

“Thank you.” He said as he reached out his hands for the cup of coffee, making slight contact with her hands as he did so.