Frontier Trader Lilith

[18:50] <mike_holmes> Partig comes to the bay in which Hiirmon is working on his ship, and finds that the big transparent doors are securely locked. Partig can see Hiirmon inside working away oblivious to his presence. There is a standard intercomm at the side of the door.
[18:53] <&partig> Partig presses the intercomm key, but then realizes he’s not sure what he should say. After a couple of seconds he finally says, “Um, hi?”
[18:56] <mike_holmes> A startled Hiirmon looks around, not sure where the voice is coming from. Eventually he spots Partig at the door. He frowns.
[18:57] <&partig> Partig waves through the window.
[18:58] <mike_holmes> Hiirmon face simply becomes more wary. He becomes uncomfortable, not sure what to do. He connects his personal comms to the door, finally, and says. “What do YOU want.”
[18:59] <&partig> “I’d like to come in and talk, if you’re willing.”
[19:02] <mike_holmes> It takes Hiirmon a while, but he finally opens the door.
[19:03] <mike_holmes> “I’d prefer if you didn’t come any closer to the ship,” he says to Partig. His face says, however, that it’s really more his own personal safety that he’s worried about. His eyes stray to Partig’s sword.
[19:04] <&partig> Partig steps into the bay, then closes the door behind himself. Following Hiirmon’s glance, Partig unhooks the sword and places it on the floor. “I’m just here to talk.”
[19:04] <mike_holmes> “So talk. And make it quick. I’m a busy man. I have a race to win,” he says.
[19:05] <&partig> “As it happens, that is why I’m here. You’ve asked me to be quick, so here it is. I want to pilot your ship.”
[19:06] <mike_holmes> “What in all the Marches do you think would possess me to let YOU pilot my ship?” he says rhetorically.
[19:07] <&partig> “Well, for starters, I’m the best pilot in all the Marches. Or near enough to what you’re going to get.”
[19:08] <mike_holmes> “Even if that’s so, why do you think I would trust you?” he says.
[19:09] * Mike_Holmes ( Quit (Broken pipe)
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[19:10] <&partig> Partig shrugs. “I don’t recall having done anything to make you think otherwise.”
[19:12] <mike_holmes> “What about back at your ship? The trap you lead me into?” he suggests.
[19:14] <&partig> “Unless you’ve forgotten, I was attacked as well. And that is why I am here. Leliana has finally gone off the deep end.”
[19:15] <mike_holmes> “This… this is some sort of ploy. I don’t know what you’re playing at… but,” he doesn’t seem at all certain of his paraniod claims.
[19:15] <&partig> “I’m not playing at anything. I traded the last of my shares in the Lilith to Marquis Frenzie in order to get the space and parts needed to make the Lilith competitive.”
[19:16] <&partig> “With Leliana as she is, I’ve lost all that. I need some money, and you need a good pilot.”
[19:20] <mike_holmes> Hiirmon thinks for a bit. “Tell you what. You get me the plans for her new design, and you have a deal.”
[19:21] <&partig> Partig shakes his head. “There are no plans, Hiirmon. Why do you think she booby-trapped the terminal like that? She’s cracked, and there’s just nothing to it.”
[19:23] <mike_holmes> Hiirmon’s face lights up like an epiphany. “Ah, I see… I always knew she wasn’t the genius everybody said she was. Well then, I think we have a chance. I accept your offer.”
[19:25] <&partig> Partig nods. “Good. You won’t regret it.” Partig looks up at the ship. “She sure is a beauty.”
[19:28] <mike_holmes> Hiirmon grins an uncertain grin, not sure if Partig is sincere or flattering him. “Thanks. I’m in the middle of some work on her, but we can take her out in a few hours if you like, so you can get familiarized with her handling.”
[19:30] <&partig> Partig returns Hiirmon’s smile more genuinely. “That would be fun. I’m afraid I’m all thumbs when it comes to engineering, so I’ll get out of your way and see you then.”
[19:30] <&partig> Partig keys open the door and picks up his sword.
[19:31] <mike_holmes> Hiirmon nods as he goes, then shakes his head, thinks for a second, and then gets back to work.
[19:31] <mike_holmes> *
[19:31] <mike_holmes> *
[19:44] <leliana> Leliana walks into the engine room in a somewhat fractured state of mind after her chat with Sig. Her temper had cooled quite a bit, but was not gone, especially after how Partig had blown Sig off. But it warred with the glee she felt every time she pictured Hiirmon flying across the room in a stupor (marred by Partig trying to maim himself on her traps) and the sheer opportunity of having the entire skunkworks and its loot open to her (marred by Partig’s guilt trip over his shares)
[19:50] <leliana> She springs lightly around the room as she inventories what she has and the quality of it, what’s worth using and what needs replacing or upgrading to withstand the immense forces that will be arrayed against the relatively miniscule ship while she has this chance, as well as what she needs for the modifications and submits the orders, along with a few cheap random items that were in the false plans she’d shown on screen when Hiirmon had been there.
[19:52] <leliana> that were in the false plans she’d shown on screen when Hiirmon had been there.
[20:00] <leliana> That done, she opens up the access bays to the automated relays and signals them to start on the refittings and additions that will allow her to make the final adjustments – taking out the fake parts that match dimensions if not function, and inserting some of the parts she already has, as well as the critical, but surprisingly simple, last piece of the new design – by hand.
[19:31] <mike_holmes> *
[19:31] <mike_holmes> *
[19:35] <mike_holmes> As Partig returns to the Lilith to pick up his gear to transfer ships, he runs into Abgal coming off the ship. There is a clanking sound coming from around the other end of the ship where Leliana is surely up to something.
[19:36] <mike_holmes> “Hello Partig,” she says. “What orders for today, Captain?”
[19:36] <mike_holmes> She says the last with a slight playfulness in her voice.
[19:38] <&partig> “I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you Abgal. I’m just picking up some clothing and my lucky flight jacket.”
[19:40] <mike_holmes> “Where are you going?” she asks.
[19:42] <&partig> “To Equus, Abgal. There are questions that need answering.”
[19:44] <mike_holmes> “I mean where are you taking your clothes and such?” she asks.
[19:46] <&partig> Partig sighs. “I brought the Lilith to Frenzie in the hope that Leliana could adjust the drive enough to bring us to Equus before anyone knew about it. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like that will be happening.”
[19:46] <&partig> “I have made some temporary arrangements on another ship.”
[19:46] <mike_holmes> “You’re leaving thee ship?” she says, unable to fathom it.
[19:48] <&partig> “I don’t see that I have a choice. I need to get to Equus.”
[19:49] <mike_holmes> “So… who will captain the ship then?” she asks. Partig gets the feeling that this sort of change is unprecedented on a Sword Worlder ship.
[19:50] <&partig> “Sigul is… huh.” Partig shrugs. “If Sigul stays sick, I suppose Leliana is in charge.”
[19:50] <&partig> He looks concerned for a moment. “Well, it could be worse. Sekugun could still be around.”
[19:51] <mike_holmes> “So… do I stay with the ship? Or do I go with you?” from her face, her question is all sorts of loaded.
[19:53] <&partig> Partig frowns. “It’s a racing ship, Abgal. Doesn’t really need a security officer. Do you know anything about Imperial drives or navigation?”
[19:55] <mike_holmes> Her face gets contorted, indicating that she feels the question is impertinent.
[19:56] <mike_holmes> “So I’m to stay with the Lilith, then, I take it?”
[19:57] <&partig> Partig replies. “Thats up to you, I suppose. Someone needs to feed my fish.”
[19:58] <mike_holmes> “Feed your fi…” Abgal is on the verge of exploding. “I gave up my life in the Sword Worlds based on the notion that I would have an important job here, guarding an Imperial noble. This means nothing to you, I take it?”
[19:59] <mike_holmes> Again, her face admits that there are deeper reasons that she feels betrayed, besides those she’s putting forth.
[20:02] <&partig> “I don’t know what you want to hear, Abgal. I need to go to Equus and I don’t think you can come along. What should I do?”
[20:03] <mike_holmes> “You should ask me to come along, because you think my LOYALTY is VALUABLE,” she says, standing in his face now.
[20:05] <&partig> “I find your loyalty valuable,” Partig says in a monotone, “and would like you to come along, but I don’t think there is space on the ship.”
[20:07] <mike_holmes> “Then find a BIGGER SHIP,” she says, her nose accidentally bumping his as she tries to be intimidating.
[20:12] <&partig> Partig takes advantage to grab her head and kiss her. Before she has a chance to respond, he breaks away and walks into the ship. “I’m sorry, Abgal.” He says over his shoulder.
[20:18] <mike_holmes> As he walks away, a lightweight comp terminal unit hits him in the back of the head. He hears her growl as she charges at him.
[20:19] <&partig> Partig does his best to avoid her charge.
[20:24] <&partig> Partig jumps towards the ladder leading out of the cargo bay, hoping he can get to it before she’s on him.
[20:36] <&partig> He starts scrambling up the ladder. Half way up, he feels her hit the ladder behind him. He just manages to get through the iris valve between decks and close it before she can follow. Scrambling the lock-code, he continues up to his quarters quickly. It won’t take her long to get to the cargo lift…
[20:43] <leliana> Watching all of this on the monitors which Sekugun helpfully brought up for her upon noticing the scene, Leliana comms Partig. <back>
[20:45] <&partig> <just> He replies, as he starts throwing shirts into a an old Navy sea bag.
[20:47] <leliana> <don’t><i’m> Partig releases the docking clamps on the launch and starts easing it out of the bay.
[21:21] <leliana> <you>
[21:23] <&partig> <what>
[21:26] <leliana> <does>
[21:27] <leliana>
[21:30] <&partig> Partig finishes navigating the launch out the bay, and starts heading towards the other side of the skunkworks.
[21:38] <leliana>
[21:47] <leliana> <no,> Leli watches the robotic array of steel arms, clamps and whip-thin tendrils manipulate the engines with a dexterity and precision she couldn’t match alone. She couldn’t..
[22:14] <&partig>
[22:29] <&partig> <all>
[22:44] <leliana> <hiirmon’s>
[22:49] <&partig> Partig smiles in the emptiness of the launch. Partig keys the autopilot to handle the trip back, and the smile slips off his face.



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