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Post by Pin on Jan 5, 2016 5:36:18 GMT
Pin was flat on his back under the Pixie Blue. He was tightening the fasteners for a series of stabilizers that had managed to come loose seemingly by fucking magic. If he'd know a ship would be this much trouble, he may have never purchased one. Still, there was a sort of meditation to the repairs and maintenance, so even when it annoyed him he kind of enjoyed it. He'd been putting this task off for a couple of days, spending his time modifying the internals of the ship or off doing basic jobs. Today, however, Granzel had told him to stay by the ship. Why, he wouldn't say. So, stay by the ship he did. The odds were evenly split that Granzel was trying to get Pin some work, or keep Pin away from a potentially sticky situation that Granzel himself was planning on causing. Either way, he'd come to trust his smuggler friend. One of the stabilizers nearly fell off completely as he carefully unscrewed it's housing. No wonder the Pixie had been pulling to the left so hard. Pin shook his head as he tightened the stabilizer back into place. (( Queen Habana)) |
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @habana
Posts: 1,374 
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Post by Queen Habana on Jan 5, 2016 6:14:29 GMT
Commander Habana
Active Techniques
Items In Use
-Scouter
Pin
Base PL - 144,040
Super Saiyan PL - 1,584,440
KP - 3/3
| Onward to SPAAACE! “Habana...” Jala called after her daughter picking up her pace slightly as Habana pressed on ever faster towards her destination “You have a scouter, why not just CALL and ask rather than just stomping across the capital searching for him.” Jala questioned somewhat exhasperated by Habana's heat of the moment decision making “Because this is just a bit more fun, also I know where he is now that Sam messaged me where he docks his ship, should have figured he'd be here rather than in Radditsu but oh well.” Habana said with a shrug dropping her pace a bit to allow Jala to catch up, the elder saiyaness was by no means slow but in her haste to find the ship and pilot in question she had begun using a bit of extra power to speed herself up beyond what Jala was willing to use.
“Plus I know he wont actually mind, Pin's been pretty good about working with what I need, probably helps that I'm the Commander now and most of the work I've requested of him has been through that power. But hey this isnt actually any different, sure it's a bit larger scale than 'come provide back up against a potential threat' but Sam said he'd probably not even busy anyway.” Habana said with a shrug earning a roll of the eyes from Jala part of her wanted to ward her daughter off of the clear increase in contact she was having with her 'Uncle' but attempts to do just that in the past had never actually worked and had when Habana had been a teen, in fact done quite the opposite.
“Fine then, which ship is it?” Jala asked with a sigh, “This one “Pixie Blue” ” Habana stated, both of the women could hear the telltale sounds of work being done on the vessel from underneath, Habana stalked over listening as Pin made adjustments to the ship, once the sounds of active work halted hopefully indicating a pause in his work or the completion of it the Android would quickly find a firm hand grasp his ankle swiftly followed by him being dragged out from beneath the ship provided he did not escape Habana's grasp.
Dangleing the Android by his ankle Habana would grin down at him “Hey there Pin, you're just the man I've been looking for, despite my position as Commander I don't -technically- have a space ship of my own at the moment, and purchasing one would take juuuust a bit too long for my impatient ass to deal with so unless you've got any objections I'd like to commandeer you and your ship for some work for the Empire! Sounds great right? Right!” Habana would state not entirely waiting for an actual response from Pin before proceeding onward towards the entrance of the ship.
“The Empire's been a bit busy what with turmoil in who's actually running it, then active war with Arcose, then war with Earth, a whole lot of shit that's kept us a bit distracted from something I consider a bit important. Growing. We've got a surprisingly high number of Saiyans sent off to Yemma knows where in the universe, mostly for extermination missions, some make it back but a few too many don't. Mostly because the planets they end up on are complete shit-holes and they cant survive, usually in those cases the pod they arrived in also gets trashed by the locals. But some don't, those rare few are the planets that need investigating, the ones where we've still got lost Saiyans with active ships who havent come back home yet. So today we begin work to bring some of them home. I suppose its not exactly 'normal' for the Commander to do shit like this personally but I've never actually done a mission like this before so fuck it.” Habana began rambleing her plan and intentions to Pin as she made her way into his ship searching for the cockpit.
“Habana... Habana.. HABANA” “What?” “Perhaps you could allow Pin to move on his own....” Jala suggested with a sigh. “Oh, heh” Habana blinked realizing she'd been carrying Pin around by his ankle the entire time all but slung over her shoulder. Habana would swiftly deposit Pin in the pilot's seat or at least what she assumed to be such “Sorry about that Pin, so how about it, lets get this show on the road.”
| Captain Jala
Active Techniques
Items In Use
-Scouter
Ally, 25%
Base PL - 36,010
Overdrive PL - 108,030
KP - 3/3
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Post by Pin on Jan 5, 2016 22:51:24 GMT
Pin suddenly found himself upside down, dangling in the air. Before he could say or do much of anything, Habana spoke. Of course it was Habana. Of course. She went on for a few minutes about needing the Pixie for a mission, explaining herself like she really needed to convince him to go on an adventure. After awhile, the Saiyan woman with her managed to get her to put Pin down.
Once released, Pin brushed himself off and shook his head. Habana was certainly an interesting person.
"Thanks. And yeah sure, why the hell not? C'mon, have a seat in the main area and I'll get us airborne. Once we're up we can worry about coordinates."
He led the two women onto the Pixie, gestured for them to have a seat, and sat in the Captain's chair in the cockpit. He flicked a series of switches, pressed a series of buttons, and pulled a large silver throttle. The engines roared to life, and within a few moments the Pixie was up, up, and away.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 7, 2016 18:59:57 GMT
Pin -- 25,583 + 912 = 26,495 PL
Habana -- 144,040 + 1213 = 145,253 PL
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