Setting
Dozens of luxury yachts and interstellar transports are docked here, under various stages of repair and disrepair alike.
Blue Heaven Docks and Maintenance
Dozens of luxury yachts and interstellar transports are docked here, under various stages of repair and disrepair alike.
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Blue Heaven Docks and Maintenance is a part of 
Blue Heaven.
3 Characters Here
Delfye [27] A cyborg human pilot pursuing life, stalked by death
Connor Mueller [14] A Colonial Union Expeditionary Force deserter, going on an adventure governed by himself.
Delfye Ojive [8] A cyborg human pilot pursuing life, stalked by death
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Vehicles
Cloud One
Doragon
Blakomet
Salvatore
Rovert
The Pharos
Tinkerboat
The Victor Wallace
Kerrigan Prime
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Belle observed the guards as they engaged in hushed conversations among themselves, their expressions tense and their voices low. She couldn't help but wonder if her presence had something to do with their unease. Were her unusual features causing them distress? Maybe they didn't realize she could change her appearance. Perhaps she hadn't communicated that it was an option? She had little actual experience with this whole social thing but she darn well wanted to be better at it. She, at the least shared in their confusion on what neoprimordial meant.
With a playful smile, and raised hands, Belle tried to put them at ease, despite her sharp teeth. The effect of this in the past had, well, mixed results on her observers.
As Miiya had recovered a more stable rhythm and seemed out of the worst of it, to Belle's relief. She was more She seemed to get the guards to relax, at least somewhat, and while certainly not spiteful towards current company, the offer of a less tense environment was appealing, to say the least. She nodded her head in agreement.
"Wait, GeneCorp?" Bashemath asked, a bit of confusion in her voice. She could be heard speaking with indistinct voices in the background, shortly before communicator turned off.
With a playful smile, and raised hands, Belle tried to put them at ease, despite her sharp teeth. The effect of this in the past had, well, mixed results on her observers.
As Miiya had recovered a more stable rhythm and seemed out of the worst of it, to Belle's relief. She was more She seemed to get the guards to relax, at least somewhat, and while certainly not spiteful towards current company, the offer of a less tense environment was appealing, to say the least. She nodded her head in agreement.
"Wait, GeneCorp?" Bashemath asked, a bit of confusion in her voice. She could be heard speaking with indistinct voices in the background, shortly before communicator turned off.
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Station Security
The fewer detainees the guards had to deal with, the better, as far as they were concerned. Remanding the giant rat and the two corpers to GeneCorp custody was fine with them. The remaining four guards would escort Miiya, Aishe, and Belle to GeneCorp if that is where all three wanted to go.
Miiya Aether
“Great!” Miiya chirped. “C’mon Aishe, let’s get back!” She forced a cheerful demeanor for Belle and Aishe’s sake. The wild pursuit had left the Aeros a bit battered and her thigh was throbbing fiercely. I can walk. I’ll get it looked at when we get back. She thought to herself, gritting her teeth and trying to keep her limp less pronounced as security escorted them back to the main concourse.
Aishe
The human girl followed her winged minder without saying much.
(To: Airlocks and Checkpoint)
The fewer detainees the guards had to deal with, the better, as far as they were concerned. Remanding the giant rat and the two corpers to GeneCorp custody was fine with them. The remaining four guards would escort Miiya, Aishe, and Belle to GeneCorp if that is where all three wanted to go.
Miiya Aether
“Great!” Miiya chirped. “C’mon Aishe, let’s get back!” She forced a cheerful demeanor for Belle and Aishe’s sake. The wild pursuit had left the Aeros a bit battered and her thigh was throbbing fiercely. I can walk. I’ll get it looked at when we get back. She thought to herself, gritting her teeth and trying to keep her limp less pronounced as security escorted them back to the main concourse.
Aishe
The human girl followed her winged minder without saying much.
(To: Airlocks and Checkpoint)