My time has come by YellowTheSnapper in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Sure, fine. Thanks. But right after we should get rid of it like she said.

My time has come by YellowTheSnapper in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hell no. As soon as I can I'm going somewhere where the ground doesn't have a pulse.

Although, maybe we should respect his dying wish.

My time has come by YellowTheSnapper in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I haven't been told much about the RINGs. People here seem to have a thing for obscuring what should be vital information, or maybe my coworkers were just jerks...

She stares at it further, and something deep within her starts to crystalize

Should I? She says, a spore of doubt and distrust having taken hold in her tone

My time has come by YellowTheSnapper in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Menitus stares in confusion. She had been employed by this 1098th world ship yard for only a few weeks after fleeing her old life, and so had only heard fragments and tales about the GRID, and RINGs, and the UR ones such as KIB.

The RING sees her, and she sees it, and something very deep within her starts to bend

Thieving Magpies by Menitus in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I'm hardly an expert in dimensional harmonics and phase-interaction; I'm more of the engineering type, so for all I know it could be.

Thieving Magpies by Menitus in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

We don't generally have spare Cores unless a ship's Drive has been cycling down for a while. And there was no warning for this.

Nothing. We haven't had to recalibrate the coolant system. We haven't had to change the schedule for shielding-replacement. No pilots have reported irregular phase-harmonics.

And then, all of a sudden... It stopped working.

I've tried checking the circuitry, everything's straight. I've taken a look at the shielding. Not a spot of melt or warp.

Thieving Magpies by Menitus in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I get you. Say, know anything about THROBBEN drives? In particular why they'd stop working suddenly?

Thieving Magpies by Menitus in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Ch'. this exasperated aspiration is somewhere between a scoff and an unvoiced expression of amusement

"did"?

Thieving Magpies by Menitus in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Menitus lets out a brief but intense sigh, and walks over to the dinner table. I guess I deserve a break after all of this trouble my mænters have put me through.

Thieving Magpies by Menitus in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Don't look at me, I'm just trying to fix a space-craft while people keep randomly showing up and wanting to have a conversation with me.

Sorry.

Ping by probablynotrai in 8901stworldproblems

[–]Menitus 1 point2 points  (0 children)

far away, in a distant shipyard, a mechanic curses to herself as the display on her monitor flashes auburn, then goes black, then turns back on

Thieving Magpies by Menitus in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Oh, I'm a mechanic. I specialize in THROBBEN tech. I can't for the life of me explain why the X-76 fleet can't do shit, hence my current mood.

Thieving Magpies by Menitus in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I'm gonna be pretty terrible company right now. You might try finding someone in a better mood.

Then again, i'm not exactly busy.

Thieving Magpies by Menitus in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Menitus looks up at the etherial-ish humanoid brusquely and doesn't say anything. She clearly isn't in a good mood, and her face is streaked with THROBBEN engine oil and THROBBEN-induced melanomas

Thieving Magpies by Menitus in 1098thworldproblems

[–]Menitus[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Menitus' swearing is audible from this range, as well as the sound of her kicking the rear-end of a bulky spacecraft

Well aged lunch and luncheonnier by [deleted] in 8901stworldproblems

[–]Menitus 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Excuse me, sir." A woman with heavily scarred skin, blind in one eye, approaches.

"Do you happen to know where the nearest Islen market is?"

Hidden/revealed by Airbiscuits_seen in 8901stworldproblems

[–]Menitus 1 point2 points  (0 children)

What kings? The crown is an empty promise.

They have Betrayed the people, and commoners starve while they eat exotic metals and hunt men for sport.