End of the Universe

[tangletail]

Olaris winced as he picked up some interference from the ship, finding himself nearly going blind as he hopped into the vessel himself. He quickly called Eden back to him, and disconnected himself from the security system. "Oh my head..." he groaned as he sat in a chair and held his head, as a loud ringing noise went through his mind.

" Adjusting to electronic interferance!" Eden's voice rang through his head, before the noise finally came to a sudden stop.

[✡]

Drake dropped the subject, it wasn't worth arguing about a dead man's sense of morality. He followed the toxic fox into the ship. A fake genetic key... he couldn't believe that the old man had screwed him like that. Two years spent fixing this thing up and then this betrayal. Drake waved his interface ring and the ship started up and began to hover out of the spaceport. Goodbye Niyasha...hello wherever..

[Scar WhiteDream]

Scar grumbled and pointed his shotgun down. Fighting and blowing off head was not going to be the solution tonight. He picked up his backpack, growling while looking everybody entering the ship. He did the same and while the door was closing he sat down on a chair. He looked in a window while the ship was getting off and then started to analyse everyone. Those genetic profiles were exact for each of them. Wel, well, well... Since Mr.Toxic Fox had the REAL genetic key, maybe he knows why the hell Father Emmanuel had all these genetic profiles of each of us plus genetic profiles of every enviromental corruption on each of our planets... Better talk or I won't be scared to use my ammunitions on you.

[Blackfang1002]

The shuttle roared to life as it blast off, Tohaku at the Helm. His concentration unbroken until they made it through the dying planet's atmosphere. As they began to cruise threw space within the zero gravity, he stood and faced his companions. Now as much as everyone would love to play with their choice of boomstick I must ask that everyone put all firearms in the storage bay and dont touch them until we land. He looks to Scar with a touch of warmth. Young man I suggest you relax and do as I requested. He steps past everyone and places his firearms in the storage bay. Now then. Shut your mouths and listen up. We have been chosen specifically because of our genetic codes. You are now part of Project Destiny. He smiles. Any questions?

[Amber Wing]

The Mannisleb drifted around in a low orbit around Taraaj, circling the planet like a vulture circling a carcass. and at the last moment, broke away from its orbit towards the outer planets. the solar collection panels retracted with a hissing sound as their automated hydrolics went into action. Heinrech sat in the command chair on the empty bridge, punching in numbers on a basic calculator of his own design. after finishing his calculation, a press of a button and an adjustment of 2 dials, the engines deep inside the ship powered down, letting the ship drift on its own momentum. with this set, Heinrech left his seat to the stairs, quickly descending into the hanger, a room where fighters or scout craft would be stored, but instead had been converted into a workshop. Heinrech payed no attention to the things he knocked of tables and dislodged from shelves as he made for the rear of the room. there lay the "work harness", a reinforced vest covered in pockets and straps containing tools, and a small battery on the back, providing power to its electronic components. He swiftly threw it on, and ran back up to the bridge. A sound ahead alerted him. He peered around the corner into the bridge, and saw them. spae rats. for monthes after the ships construction, he had suspected the ship to have a few. now they were gathered on the bridge, 12 of them. they were gnawing wires, presssing button, and generally causing havoc. in a single swift move, Heinrech left into the center of the room. the rats turned to flee, but were shocked to death by the "vermain-stopper V1.4", a varient on a portable tesla cannon. after cleaning up, He could see that he was now extremly off course. oh well. its not tlike the destination was specific.but now, the rudders were faceing oppisite ways, which had sent the Mannisleb spinning in a circle. it was quickly corrected, but cost a good deal of engine power, and being rather far from another sun, power was somthing to be conserved. the engines fired, and the Mannisleb returned to its path.

[✡]

Drake slipped into the ship's computer room and started working. It always calmed him when he was able to work with a good computer terminal. He quickly hacked past the High Priest's security options and accessed the ship's settings. Drake changed the holodisplay on the ship's hull to change it's name to The Solar Sailor. He had always promised himself he would name a ship that if he ever got the opportunity to own one. The ship shuddered as it swung it's way towards the outer stars. The radar beeped, it had picked up another ship in the vicinity. This was strange...you didn't find many ships out these days...everyone was too poor to put ships in space.

[Scar WhiteDream]

Scar looked Tohaku with an ironic smile. So you want us to shut our mouth but then ask questions if we have some. That's funny. Anyway... I know I read that randomly in the files... That Destiny blah blah blah thing... But it wasn't clear enough as the file was only a page lenth. Scar then walked and pit his shotgun where that Toxic Fox had put his and then returned to sit back in his place. He took the files out and threw it on the floor. Now, you guys have the time to read them. Now Tohaku, now that we're safe, explain to us what the hell is that project. Scar looked Tohaku again and added: You're lucky I followed your sayings as I never follow orders as I live my way and the fact that this shotgun never ever leaves my hand. Concider yourself lucky to know more about all this then us because to me, you'd be dead since a long time. Scar waited that fox's answer as he wished he could have something to drink at this moment.

[Blackfang1002]

The toxic fox chuckles unintimidated as he turns back to the view. Sure bud. Pull the trigger and we all die. I dont think you wanna die yet so no. Luck has nothing to do with it. He cleared his throat and pulled jug of water out of his bag. Help yourselves. I have plenty. He closes his eyes and tries to relax as the ship coasts toward its new location. Oh and smart guy? The files are there. Have fun reading them yourself. I'm sick of you ill mannered savages. He smiles ironicly. Honestly. How stupid are you people? The truth is I could have taken this ship alone and gotten to a new planet. I could have left you to rot. His voice becomes more angry. Now if anyone has anymore bloody comments I suggest you shove em out the window. Turns around with a look of hatred in his eyes. The only person on the ship worth anything is Mr.Olaris. He has been helpful, calm, and sure enough polite given the situation. You people make me sick. Now shut your bloody mouths! No one from that planet as anything to say to me today! You have no right. Olaris.........Take helm. I need a drink. He stood and stormed off to the cafe.

[tangletail]

Olaris was still only recovering from his horrid headache. It took him a bit to snap back to reality along with his vision finally clearing up from the interference caused by the ship. His ear flicked when he heard Eden's voice once more, “Interference adjustment completed.” How he didn't quite have to long to recover as he found himself having to take over the helm.

He quickly got up from his seat and leaned out of the way from Tohaku as he took over his seat now. He quickly uploaded Eden in under a few seconds as he flicked a few switches to make a slight adjustment now they were in space. His vision slowly morphed into what seems like a virtual sphere, and giving his eyes held a slight glow as he maintained the connection.  The sphere being what could be seen around the ship, as well as panels holding important data as he floated lazily. His body outlined in a bluish green outlining pattern that created periodic squares and triangles.

“Thankyou for the compliment.” he spoke, though his voice now had a slight monotone to it. After adjusting a few more switches to turn off the outside lights he spoke again. “Thank you for joining us today on the Solar Sailor. While you ride today, please note that seat belts are obviously unapparent in the lounge. This is because the lounge was never meant to be the safest place in the ship. Under disasters please move to the front and buckle up. If need be, crawl into someones laps if there are not enough seats.”

In the virtual world, he caught sight of something slightly abnormal to him in his peripheral view and quickly drew the panel to him. In the real world, the panel  Drake was viewing would flicker slightly as Olaris accessed it and frowned seeing the other ship. “It seems we are currently not alone in this lonely world.” he said.

[✡]

Drake decided to hack the controls, that ship out there was heading right for them. He quickly disabled the safeguards on the autopilot and took control. But too soon, that other ship was definitely on a collision course. Drake decided to try to activate the hyperdrives, maybe he would be able to...no they weren't responding quick enough. Drake pounded the console, he KNEW he shouldn't have trusted that junk dealer while gathering parts. Drake opened up the viewscreen, the ship veered into sight, careening towards them.

[Amber Wing]

The Mannisleb careened towards the Solar Sailor, spining at an obscene speed on a tilted axis, at the last moment, the flaps swerved and the ship levelld out and came to a gradual half a couple thousand feet from the other ship. Heinrech laughed as the red alert light winked out and his music became the only sound the brige. he tapped a pause button, and hit the subspace radio button as he leveled his microphone to his mouth.
"Whoa there! urm... sorry 'bout that. the systems here are a bit unreliable."
*silence*
"So... why dont you come over here and have a drink? its nots often I meet another spaceship, let alone a nice one."
regardless of the anwser, Heinrech looked around. the bridge, and the whole ship for that matter, was amess. in no condition for guests, he proceded to clean up and shower off.

[✡]

Drake hit the autopilot and let the ship link up with the other vessel. He was never any good at parking...or flying a ship for that matter. The air tube between the two ships opened and Drake stood at the airlock door. Who would he encounter on the other side?

[Cifero Windtail]

The door slid open.
"Hi!" Rick said, staring up at Drake.

[Amber Wing]

The air tubes door hissed open just as heinrech brought his spanner down none of the helms control panels, sounding a resounding clang across the bridge. the dislodged panel had been righted, and Heinrech looked up at his guest.
"Well hello there. welcome abord the Mannisleb!"
Heinrechpoints to one of the large cooler units lying about his bridge.
"have a drink. theres a wider selection than you'll find in most stores."
fter Drake had taken his drink of choice, and sat down, Heinrech pulled up his char to face Drake.
"so... what brings you into this nowhere space? I assumed it was dead and empty 'till I saw you on my radar."

[Cifero Windtail]

Rick stood nearby and watched Drake and Heinrech talk. He was glad that he had been able to sneak aboard Heinrech's ship before take-off. How else could he help everyone with the problem of the universe ending?