Car Key's Story

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."

A bar, hotel, casino, you name it, it was here. The tinkerer stepped inside the place and found herself first confused, then overjoyed with the place as she looked around taking it all in. THERE WAS SO MUCH TECHNOLOGY! All sorts of computer terminals lined many tables, as well as many other items of note, even some holographic pads were set up in some areas of this massive apparently luxary resort for dancers to appear in holographic form. To Car Key it was the technology heaven she'd been looking for all her life. For Ston, her assistant it was a place to relax and not get shot in the ass by his boss.

Spotting the counter where there were two signs, "Check In Desk" and something in another langauge she could not read. Going over to it she decided now was a good time as any to find herself a room and bed down, maybe take the week off. So she went and checked in, then went back down to the bar.

Car Key noticed a few rooms and doors going to other places, yet she focused instead on finding a table, and watching the nearby holoterminal table for apparently a game going on of some sort called Animus Core Games. Wolfpack Session Seven. As she neared the table the seat floated up from the ground and she sat down and got comfortable. Ahhh, this was it, a nice place to properly relax. Car Key ordered a drink then. Along with some food. A Boga Nogus Burger.... That was new to try!

9 of clubs
4 of diamonds
6 of clubs

Hell's Fang pored over the cards carefully before waving her hand over the table. Around the table others did the same. The stoically put his hand on the table.

8 of hearts
10 of clubs
3 of spades

Around the table other players cursed as their money was collected and put before them. Fang just laughed and turned in her hand before collecting the chips she had left and bouncing off. Hmm... now what to do? The strip club was open and she almost went in before her stomach interrupted her. Fine. Food then. She strode over to the bar.

Inside was dark and warm, a cozy environment, if a bit crowded at present. Finding an empty seat at a table occupied by a tech-burdened woman , she plonked herself down on the seat that rose for her. She flashed an ID at the electronic waiter, letting him scan it. "A beer. Stella Artois if you have it." She peered at the menu briefly and then shrugged. "And whatever the woman across from me is having."

She leaned back and dropped the menu to the table again. "So. Who are you? How ya doin'?"

The woman barely looked up as she was already pulling wires out of the table to see how the thing worked if that. then again the woman was dangerous too as many of those wires were extrenely high tension, killer stuff at that. She barely looked up as someone joined her. But she did however look up when the order was given.

A woman....

No, a girl, young looking too, yet apparently allowed in by some means. The fact that Car Key was allowed in there alone was scary. Thank goodness for dataslates!

"Who I am and how I am are normally my business, yet sometimes my business becomes others and since my business is to make business and weapons for others, I guess the feeling is mutal" Car Key replied calmly, her hair sticking out haphazard in a few places due to electrical jolts as she fixed the holopad, now the dancer came up clearler. With a satisfied grunt Car Key put the wires back into their place and covered the table side back up with a solid smacking.

Looking back to the young woman Car Key half smiled. "Name's Car Key, captain of the Mayday Brigade, currently taking a rest after a recent battle not too long ago, letting my crew get some much needed R&R" She said, never offering her hand for a shake. Sometimes she did not exactly trust such folk to touch them right off until after she got to know them a bit.

Plenty of space in the local starport, and a big hotel casino nearby, this was the prefect place for a man of the cloth to go in search of those who needed their lives uplifted by the grace of NIRO. He was wearing recognizable desert attire and he checked his scepter at the door as was proper of him.

Ivan pulled back his hood as he entered, flashing his almost too perfect smile at some of the patrons he passed as he made his way further inside. He found himself seated next to some young women, one of whom was tinkering with their table's holodisplay. He wasn't sure if that was allowed in this establishment, but he kept his mouth closed.

He ordered a local entree and leaned back in his seat with a glass of water to await his meal, cybernetically enhanced hearing allowing him to listen in on the nearby conversation. The Mayday Brigade? He'd never heard of them, how curious.

Fang smiled, "The name's Hell's Fang. Pyromancer and an expert at dealing with paperwork."

The waiter came with the beer and Fang lifted it from the table, taking a sip and smiling even wider. "Ahh. Now that's a Terra beer all right." She raised the glass to the light. They've been making this stuff since 1947 and do they have it figured out." She half-emptied the glass and put it back down. "Business and weapons hmm? Sounds exciting. I can appreciate those." Her eyes fixated on the now working holopad. She filed the information away.

"Well Car Key, I asked you two questions and fair is fair. What would you like to know of me?"

"A pleasure" Car Key said in reply to the name being given, an interesting name yet in this galaxy who really gave a fuck to begin with anyhow ? Car Key surely did not. She only ran weapons when needed and even made weapons for those that wanted them as well. No questions asked. All in all it was a good life. Her own massive ship. the Neblun-B was perfect for both cargo storage as well as other items.

She smiled when Fang mentioned the drink raising her own in a toast "Welcome to Ariel. The Jewel of the Galaxy!" Ariel was a massive planet and half of it was a city in and of itself, and that cantina, the Dancing Mug, was in fact a very popular establishment. So much so that it made perfect port every time they stopped in. Besides even the spaceport had space docks that high up! Turbolifts and whatnot to get to and from the ground planetside was also good too.

"Depends, you lookin to cause trouble, or is trouble already following you and you looking to defend yourself ?" She could see several men not far away making bets on a Animus Core game session. Watching the holotank display the massive rather amazing setup was actually pretty nice. Apparently Car Key was already thinking in terms of business.

The food came, the Boga Nogus Burger also had a side of Skuzzi Spits, which was like Calamari in a side stand eatery in a big city. But better properly prepped. "Ah thank you" Car Key said to the clearly alien waiter. Not the least bit phased by the fact the alien had no hair, and huge black eyes, and dark blue skin, and two tails poking out the back of the head. The cook however was in fact a Wookiee or some such thing. The waiter soon left to tend to another table.

Fang grinned, her feline-esque teeth showing. "Hey now, those are business questions! I thought those were your own. Nonetheless, I'll answer true. Mayhem is my game. Course that means trouble is always on my tail, but what's life without a bit of sport eh?"

The food came and Hell's Fang ate, particularly enjoying the Spits. After getting a refill on her beer and getting Key a refill on her drink she leaned back again. "So then, you still haven't used your allotted 2 questions."

"Two questions you say" well this was turning out an interesting and entertaining meeting of first merit for certain! "I do believe I have answered them, yet if you insist I shall ask two more" She had a hint of jest in her voice, she was truly relaxed and simply looking for some fun, something to pass the time and let her crew relax for once.

Car Key smiled as she thought of the questions she was planning to ask. Should she ask them right then, or later ? It didn't matter did it ? Of course not! Asking the questions now meant that she'd have two questions to answer down the road, so if she had two questions to ask down the road, then.... this lovely young lady of Hell's Fang seemed to owe her two questions ?

Car Key had no idea how it worked only that it felt right to her. So for the moment she simply ate her food for the moment.