Urian Ema's Story

In Misranan space, a ship with three crew members flew up to meet another.

The first ship was a wondrous construction that was a gargantuan breeding of a Nautia Derr, a Misranan fish with a long body, seven eyes, and a plated back. It floated with ease, translucent red fins gliding through the air, mimicking the frills of a dress. The ship seemed like a touristy Zanzarian ship. Little did the Supremacy know that there were Nazuan rebels inside.

The first of them was named Urian, an ustelan pilot who had been gifted a hefty file concerning Terran and Earthen culture. It rather showed, as the bigheaded, bulb-eyed, grey alien with six arms was wearing a baseball cap and a soccer jersey. He had classic rock blaring on the sound system.

The second was Amar, a white-headed human boy in his late teens. Constantly irritated, he stomped into the pilot room and did his best to scream over the music that Urian had blazing.

And as for the third, he was enjoying the tunes in a much more lively manner than the first two. Palku was tiny, as malemni often were, and many would not hesitate to call him a cybernetic goblin of sorts with his gangly limbs and his ear-to-ear grin that screamed mischief as much as he screamed "Ohhh! Black Betty! Bam ba lam!"

This was the crew sent out to receive dangerous weapons from strangers.

They were nearing their new nav point they'd recieved from 'a friend' Which Ston said simply "Still risky" to which Car Key replied "You want I should shoot you in the nuts next time ?" To which Ston promptly shut up. Car Key had since taken the controls, which in most cases spelled complete doom for those onboard with her, and yet, the cargo she carried in her craft. Each weapon she made completely by hand. Each worked exactly as required, if not better then expected. She planned to deliver it, not get herself roasted in space of a foriegn planet!

She was also oddly calm. Which worried Ston to no end. When Car Key was that calm she was normally working on something, which normally kept her attention focused on a single item or group of items. In this case. She was more intent on finding certain things. Of course she had a list of items to collect before doing any work on the requested weapons. But once she had the items needed to begin the work, she got busy. But she never forgot her other business as a tinkerer. Helping people, repairing items as needed, unlocking several drunken mens doors and tossing them inside. All in all, making weapons she surmised at the time, was more of a hobby.

She decloaked the ship. The massive kilometer long cargo craft was loaded with cargo pods attached to the outside. A hollow shell covered most of the surface into a cylinder like shape. Almost like a crabs pinchers. {Or a fish with severe overbite} Ston had aquired the ship though means still unknown to Car Key, but hey, it got her to where she needed her cargo. SO she asked no questions.

She saw the three incoming vessels and slowed the speed of her own cargo ship. Lightly armed, yet none of the weapons actually worked {She was never really able to work on the ship.} As she slowed she brought up system infomation on several screens scattered throughout the bridge of the cargo vessel. "Yo Doc" Car Key called on the ships internal comm system. "You might want to get up here. I've no clue what the hell I'm looking at." She meant the three craft nearing the area the planned meeting was to take place. And it was starting to make her slightly nervous.

Icarus found himself in the precarious position of being on the same vessel that Car Key now had control over. However, he had complete faith in her ability to get them to ground safely, so it hardly mattered. He sat up in his bunk, going over some research notes he had made regarding Misrana's fauna, climate, and populace. He muttered to himself about how further, personal investigation would be necessary to validate his hypotheses. He was especially anxious to study the ice formations on the planet.

Suddenly, however, the comm. burst to life, with Car Key's voice on the other end. "Yo Doc, you might want to get up here. I've no clue what the hell I'm looking at." He sighed, putting his notes aside and hopping off of his bunk, waddling his way to the bridge, Bobo following lose behind.

Upon his arrival, he jumped up on the stool next to Car Key. He turned his attention to the blip on the radar; a single spacecraft was nearby. "It would seem we are being pursued by a lone ship," he said flatly. "Perhaps we should try hailing it; see if the crew aboard doesn't intend to shoot us into a nearby lake."

Before they had a chance to try to hail the ship, the ship decided to communicate with them, first. It started in a bizarre, sharp, fast-spoken language at first. Completely unrecognizable by most people throughout the universe save for the Misranans. After much chattering and what seemed to be a crash, the voices suddenly chanced.

"Hello? Hello! This is..." began a young man's voice, speaking confusedly.

"We're here for the cargo!" came a much rougher demand, voice as rough as gravel.

"We are the crew of the Nautia Nen. I do believe we have business with you," came the third and final voice, much smoother, higher, more intelligent of the three.

Ston traded looks with Car Key when she looked his way, what the hell ? was written all over the womans face, nevertheless she answered when things on the other end quieted "I'd like to think so. If you are who I am to meet for a cargo transfer, then yes. I believe we have business." Something had better go wrong soon. Car Key thought. All these calm was starting to eat at her. And Ston was visibly nervous about it as well.

She turned off the radio "Ston, get the dataslate of the cargo, and also get Davini awake, the idiot should be on patrol by now making sure everything is tied in nice and tight." Car Key's second aid was more in charge of the ship then a workshop aid. Davini was his name. A tall balding human of some form or another. Car Key was not exactly sure what Davini was as a race, but he did his job well enough.

Ston nodded, there was no missing the armored spacesuit he wore. So useful in the case of complete disaster. He left the bridge of the cargo craft. She typed in some commandds of where to head for the ship before slowing the speed. Finally she spoke a thought aloud. "That third voice sounds intelligent. The first one sounds like a child, the second, I think he needs a breathmint, or to gargle with razorblades, either one works." She turned to Icarus "What do you think Doc ?"

The voices over the comms were...peculiar, to say the least. Icarus had to pay close attention to stay focused on what they were saying, as they were speaking over each other quite fervently. He looked up at Car Key. "What do you think Doc ?" He pondered a minute, offering a confounded shrug, at last.

"Perhaps we should make contact with them. But, caution is priority. We don't know these people personally, and we can't know if they're the ones we've come to see." With that, he waddled to Car Key's side, standing a good few feet away. He climbed on top of the control console, delicately avoiding the controls so as not to alter anything.

From his perch, he looked from the window, staring at world around them. "It'll just be nice to have this business concluded," he said with finality.

The music blared in the background as the more intelligent of the three spoke. "Yes. My name is Urian Ema. I am the captain of the Nautia Nen. May I have your names and a confirmation on the cargo before we complete the transaction?"

There was a sound of a struggle in the back as Urian fell silent, waiting for an answer. Likely the two other crewmates playing rough.

"Nice to meet you Captain Ema. This is Car Key captain of thistransportvesselthatdon'tgotaname" Car Key replied, She then said. "I got an order here for a Mr Amar Chimei, Urian Ema, that should be you, and also a Palku Kapit. Order number 2558-9014-38F5-82E1. Orbit over northern pole of Misrana. That is this place right ?" She turned off the radio. Hopefully these were the guys she was to meet. After all, selling weapons was not exactly a hobby, but it was a means of money making too.

She turned to Icarus "For once I agree with you. Everything is too calm, too quiet, nothing to tinker with, no deadlines, no....." She was cut off as Ston reappeared

"Nobody shooting me in the feet" Ston said

"Will you stop bringing that up ?" Car Key muttered. Ston just shrugged. So far so good

The doctor would have offered a laugh if he didn't feel so tense. They didn't know these people, and didn't know if they were trustworthy or if they were who they said they were. Still, he was just along for the ride and pressed on at Lady Car Key's discretion. He merely remained on his perch.

"Let us hope this goes as smoothly as it has thus far..." he said, leaving it at that. He was quite ready to conclude business with these rebels; to collect his pay and commence his research of the polar regions this planet harbored. Whether or not his current companions would remain with him on his expedition was of no consequence. He doubted they'd want to stick around in below freezing climates either way, and would eventually have to part with them, if only temporarily.

From his perch, he sat pondering, looking out from the bridge of the ship. "I think you should call it the Mayday Brigade," he said rather flatly. Turning towards the captain, he offered a (rather impressively formed) grin. "It suits the commander and crew."

And with that, he was able to laugh.

"That is very correct, Miss Car Key. My comrades would like to check the cargo themselves before it is transferred. Is this request acceptable, Mayday Brigade?" asked the humorless ustelu. "We hold nothing against you. We have had very little experience with the world outside of our own and are being very wary."

"Understandable, but if your mates dpn't mind being without air, By all means, inspect away," Car Key said on the radio, the cargo craft was a single ingine pod designed with four staterooms, an engineering room, and a bridge. The rest of the spiny structure was used to hold and carry up to 10 million tons of cargo. All of it, once sealed, had a shell slid over it, like a clamshell in spaces, but not fully sealed, each cargopod was sealed, but easily visible to space itself.


She turned an eye towards Icarus "Mayday brigade ?" She mouthed Ston was looking her way, she glared daggers at him, he turned aside and got busy with his task

The anthropomorphic penguin could only grin and nod. "It's quite fitting, don't you agree?" he stated. The chatter over the comms was quite strange, but this didn't concern Icarus too terribly. He was in charge of handling the paperwork, all of which was located and neatly arranged in his pack. He remained on his perch, absentmindedly "clapping" his fins together as he awaited the exchange between this new party and his companions.

Hopefully soon they would make their way to Misrana's surface so he could commence his studies.

"We have life support suits that both my crew mates will be wearing once they board. There will be no worries," said Urian, almost with a smile.

The two others suited up, though the suits weren't quite like the usual, start white astronaut suits. These suits were much, much stranger.

The helmets were round and clear, but weren't made of a simple glassy surface. With the tendrils hanging from the neck, inserted into a small sack of air attached to their backs, it carried a strong resemblance to a jellyfish. Even to the bioluminescent lines that streaked across the suit.

"Are you prepared to receive my crew members, Mayday Brigade?" said Urian, hailing the other ship.

Life support suits, that was helpful. She saw Ston wandering around the ship with one on most times recently. She hit a few controls thatt activated the outer shell of the cargo ship. Opening the shell in sections allowing her buyers access. She cast a glance to Ston, the man was playing a ancient computer game of some form on his dataslate. Rolling her eyes she glanced towards Icarus: "ready ?" She asked before hitting the comm. "We're open for business it is. Ready to recieve crew."

Inside the bridge of the cargo transport Ston spoke up, "I still think we're taking a big risk. making weapons for rebels is not my idea of a safe job market."

"So ?" Car Key replied. "I like risks" By then she had the panel off the control stick of the steering network of the cargo craft, thankffully she had the thing on autopilot for time being. She was poking around in the wires and circut boards within the control console.

Ston made a mistake and stepped over to where his boss was taking apart the steering column of the ship, "I still think it is risky for us to do this" he said,

Car Key handed him two wires, red and black. "Hold this a minute" She said, Ston took first the red wire, tested it, no shock, haha! No shock! Alright! He was happy until he took the black wire and his hair shot out like a beehive haircut touching a tesla coil. Smoke started whistling out his hears as his eyes lit up brilliant red. Car Key used a screw driver to fix the short and promptly Stons Hat shot off his head and broke against the view screen. Car Key took the two wires and begain putting the steering column back together as Ston fainted dead away.

Palku and Amar floated from their ship and towards the cargo, easing their way carefully into the other ship. They exchanged glances before entering the cargo doors.

"Alright, make sure there's nothing out of place," said Palku to Amar. "For all we know, they're a bunch of terrorists tryin' to land a blow."

"Yeah..." mumbled Amar. "Yeah, sure."