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The Cancer / Re: A Recruitment Drive (Open)
« on: January 29, 2018, 12:22:12 pm »
Black clad legs pistoned one in front of the other as the android fought to keep the 5 foot long case strapped to it's back in place. The friction from constantly trying to run faster than they physically could started to evaporate the lubricant applied to the synthetic muscles and forced the legs to dwindle to a walk. The figure pushed on regardless, and broke out of the alley into the more reliably illuminated platform of Hangar 626.
Anton pushed himself through the crowd, narrow shoulders and broad coffin shaped case knocking pedestrians aside as he bee-lined for the far side of the chamber, entering into the recesses and alleys of the depots and buildings on the hangar deck. He left a trail of minor chaos in pursuit of his quarry.
Crucial seconds passed as he finally clambered over a low ventilation pipe and ducked beneath a catwalk to come up to a trench in the metal floor of a port, where crews could make repairs on the underside of landed ships. His shaded eyes scanned across the vessel parked there, an odd paint job making it hard to recognise. But he spotted the faintest glimmer of light and heat, an indication of what he was looking for. If he was wrong, the trail would already be cold either way.
Paying little attention to the odd looks of passers by he hoisted himself up onto the edge of the trench, and leaned out to see that the airlock was guarded by two crew members, one reclining back on his chair. Anton stepped up and walked out into the crowd, and made to go past the ship, looking at the airlock and seated pair from the corner of his eye, before spotting the sign.
He stopped and turned, as if suddenly becoming interested, and used a finger to lift his shaded eye gear up onto his forehead making a show of getting a better look. He forced his face to go softer, and started to swagger confidently over to the desk, shrugging the heavy case onto his shoulder more comfortably.
Stopping in front of the pair, he let the case drop and leaned against it, looking down at the man in the shades and smirking as he took his own pair off.
He spoke in a smooth and simple voice, pronouncing each word with care "Hey there skipper, I see you've been catching some of those star rays recently. Been hoping to do the same for a long while now, hence the gear." He slipped the shades back on, realising he may be trying to0 hard with the whole taking them off and putting them back on performance.
Anton let his face relax into a more serious one, "What sort of talent are you looking for exactly?" He said to the woman this time, before flashing his hidden eyes to the airlock and then back to them.
Anton pushed himself through the crowd, narrow shoulders and broad coffin shaped case knocking pedestrians aside as he bee-lined for the far side of the chamber, entering into the recesses and alleys of the depots and buildings on the hangar deck. He left a trail of minor chaos in pursuit of his quarry.
Crucial seconds passed as he finally clambered over a low ventilation pipe and ducked beneath a catwalk to come up to a trench in the metal floor of a port, where crews could make repairs on the underside of landed ships. His shaded eyes scanned across the vessel parked there, an odd paint job making it hard to recognise. But he spotted the faintest glimmer of light and heat, an indication of what he was looking for. If he was wrong, the trail would already be cold either way.
Paying little attention to the odd looks of passers by he hoisted himself up onto the edge of the trench, and leaned out to see that the airlock was guarded by two crew members, one reclining back on his chair. Anton stepped up and walked out into the crowd, and made to go past the ship, looking at the airlock and seated pair from the corner of his eye, before spotting the sign.
He stopped and turned, as if suddenly becoming interested, and used a finger to lift his shaded eye gear up onto his forehead making a show of getting a better look. He forced his face to go softer, and started to swagger confidently over to the desk, shrugging the heavy case onto his shoulder more comfortably.
Stopping in front of the pair, he let the case drop and leaned against it, looking down at the man in the shades and smirking as he took his own pair off.
He spoke in a smooth and simple voice, pronouncing each word with care "Hey there skipper, I see you've been catching some of those star rays recently. Been hoping to do the same for a long while now, hence the gear." He slipped the shades back on, realising he may be trying to0 hard with the whole taking them off and putting them back on performance.
Anton let his face relax into a more serious one, "What sort of talent are you looking for exactly?" He said to the woman this time, before flashing his hidden eyes to the airlock and then back to them.