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Wing City Spaceport

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

You have arrived at the grand Wing City Spaceport, where all space-faring traffic in and out of the city arrives. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance system.

Remæus holds sovereignty over Wing City Spaceport, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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You have arrived at the grand Wing City Spaceport, where all space-faring traffic in and out of the city arrives. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance system.
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Wing City Spaceport

You have arrived at the grand Wing City Spaceport, where all space-faring traffic in and out of the city arrives. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance system.

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Wing City Spaceport is a part of Wing City.

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Katie Brighton [135] "It does not matter what you do, as long as what you do is what you know is good."
Tenna [88] Merc work has its paydays. Got my ship and my rifle, and I'm good to go.
Odgerel [79] She is athletic and stands over six feet tall. Her hair hangs lose, silky black that tends to reflect blue. Her eyes are the bright blue of a welder's torch. She has two tattoos, a golden phoenix on her belly and stylized fire covering her right arm.
Tasi [75] A Lone Quarian, handy with a gun
Lexia Nitiena [70] I'm not weak. I quit. That makes me stronger than a lot of people. Even if I'm weaker than you.
Nagumi Yamata [70] Gundam Pilot and college student.
Zephan [61]
Sam Felixis [58] Drink, fight, fight again, go to bed. My day in a nutshell.
Eve-Va [58] A being who was sent out from her war torn home world in search for a way to re-Terraform her planet. She is a cruel individual who will mercilessly kill anyone who where to stand in her way. She follows a strict no outside interference policy....
Aeidail [58] She is a very wealthy and high born woman. She thinks highly of herself and is a great fighter with a blade

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#, as written by Horo
 “ way they where transporting it. "Hey, if you do anything to it I'll break my foot in you're ass!!!" she yelled angrily, her shaking her fist as she directed this toward who ever was piloting the machine that transported her prized possession. ”

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Nagumi Yamata assured the woman, "Don't worry... Bob is a great driver. Hey Bob!!" She waved at the transport and smiled, wide and happily. The window of the transport rolled down and a single robotic arm released the wheel and waved back, causing the vehicle to drift to the right.

"Watch the road, Bob!", the Doctor yelled. The robotic arm regained control of the transport and corrected its coarse. "Now, young lady... This shot.", he advised. "You need this other wise the money is worthless." He looked at her seriously, "It's a little hard to enjoy the cash when you're busy dying of the worst diarrhea you've ever imagined."

Nagumi nodded and smirked, "It's true... I've seen it happen." She turned away and waved at Bob again, who was again waving back at her. She had taught the machine to wave and the technicians regretted it ever since.

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Nadiyya Svitlana would get wide eyed as the vehicle to drift to the right. "Hey keep you're eyes on the road!!" she yelled angrily, a blood vessel was throbbing in her forehead as she did so. She really didn't like anyone touching her precious machine...especially some machine who can't drive properly.

She would then avert her attention to the Doctor as she gulped. "E-Ehehehe....I don't no needles..." she chuckled nervously as she rubbed the back of her head. "I-Is there a different way...?" she asked nervously, she stared at the needle for a moment as she felt her skin go pale.

She would however look over to Nagumi with a what the hell face. "You watched someone crap themselves to death!?" she exclaimed as she would of hanged herself before she did that.

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Nagumi Yamata turned and nodded, "Yep, she was really pretty too... at first." She turned her attention back to the transport, which was coming to a stop at a large platform.

"Mother... That's enough of that...", said the Doctor, shaking his head. "She's just trying to scare you... She was a very ugly girl to begin with...", he added. He held up the pneumatic syringe. "There isn't even a needle, dear... It injects it straight into the skin."

Nagumi shrugged and watched as the platform opened and the transport drove into the base, leaving the mech as if laying upon a pedestal.

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Nadiyya Svitlana would gulp as chills ran down her skin. "F-Fine I'll take it!" she yelped as she was a tad bit afraid of her new boss...well allot more then just a little afraid.

"Hrmmm....just g-get it over with...it better not hurt!" she yelled, her brow furrowing as she couldn't multi task that well, but if anything did bad happen to her machine she would flip out in an instant.

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 “ The Doctor pressed the syringe against the back of the woman's hand and clicked the mechanism, releasing a slight click and a cold feeling on her skin. "There... All done.", he assured her as he wiped the surface of the skin with a swab. "Mother cried when she got hers...", he added.

Nagumi turned abruptly, "I did not!!" She turned red in the face and pushed the woman towards her mech, "Well, go get her set up!" She turned and stuck a tongue out at the smiling Doctor.

Many other platforms lined the area, each covered with a canvas. One, however had a large object underneath the canvas. "There's mine over there... At least... Mine until they finish designing my new one...", he boasted. ”

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Nadiyya Svitlana would grin ear to ear as she looked back at Nagumi, her snickering as she did so. "Awwwwws, did the baby cry...?" she giggled, it was her turn for a little revenge this time around. "Heh that didn't hurt at all, it isn't like the ones the Doc-Hey!" she yelped as the woman pushed her toward her mech. "I will quite rushing me!" she grumbled, her brow furrowing ever so slightly.

"Why do you have it covered up for..." she asked as she looked back at the woman who pushed her near her own machine.

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Nagumi Yamata scowled and glared at the Nadiyya, "To keep the dust off it!" She looked at her watch and then up at the control tower, "We have to leave at 0200 hours... So that gives us about twelve hours to get ready and rested."

She nodded and pointed at a large building to the end of the hanger area, "Those are the dorms... They haven't furnished most of the rooms... So you'll be bunked with me..." She grinned and patted Nadiyya's butt again, "What do you think of that idea, eh?"

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Nadiyya Svitlana would simply shrug at what the woman said, her spinning around to face her as she does. "That's more then enough time for me..." she grinned at Nagumi.

"W-What, there's no way I'm sh-sharking a room with a pervert like you..." she stammered horribly, her meeping as Nagumi patted her but. "S-Stop that!"

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 Hello?>

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Grr.

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Ryszard Szczepa??ski

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hey

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Flying frenetically in an around launching space vehicles and buzzing drones, a lone sparrow looked frantically for a ship heading in the direction of the AC-430 star system. It was a long shot, considering that the system was so far away, but some days, a being could just get lucky. Finding a small cargo carrier heading for the system, Nealaphh landed on one of the cargo containers and latched onto it in the form of a sticky goo. As the tugger rocketed skyward, Nealaphh relished in absorbing the massive amounts of kinetic energy vibrating through the ship...

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Hmm

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Master nods.

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It wasn't odd to see one of the many marines shuffling about the place carrying a duffel largely as big as he was, though it was something of an anomaly to see one going the way opposite the flow of so many others. Marcus, of course, wasn't being transferred in or flown back from some God-forsaken desert on occupation(why it was that Arabia was so centric to Terran strategy, he had no idea), but rather was here on business... of a sort. Grove wouldn't be too difficult for him to spot, even in his buzzed state the night prior he had largely burned her face into his memory knowing that the starport would prove a most crowded locale whenever it was he wished to depart.

Sheffield was surprised that the contact had gone so well, even after the uncertainty that had plagued him the night before during their meeting, and she really didn't seem all that opposed to his plan. Or she didn't sound it. People could play that off, though... Odd that he was paying attention to these things. It shouldn't be that much of an issue, just a couple of days and then he'd be done with it.

Or so he hoped.

He shuffled about still, ignoring the crowds and preferring to look to the many ships that were in dock, his mind pondering just which one was Grove's, and where he'd stay on board the thing during transit. Hopefully nowhere too dank. He could take any space, no matter the size, so long as it wasn't wet. Given, his ideas of interstellar travel were biased somewhat by film.

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There was nowhere more exciting planet-side than the spaceport. Grove just soaked up the smells, the sights, the sounds, everything. Where most saw chaos and confusion, the Capsuleer saw a carefully designed orchestral symphony. The spaceport was her play ground and temporary home to what she considered her child; a CC "Heimdall" Class Battlecruiser which was an upgrade from her last Heimdall. The Gallante had been retrofitted for civilian use but this baby—this ship was military class. Not to mention stolen, but Grove wasn't about to point that fact out. The Capsuleer needed a ship and she preferred ones from UCON. For now, it was her pride and joy.

"Hey guy! Don't touch that! What the hell do you think you're doin' snooping around my ship," Grove yelled out at the top of her lungs while making threatening body gestures. It didn't take her long to rush over and push the curious man down on the ground harshly. "You don't just go up to someone's child and start touchin' their face and peeking under their clothes, now do you? You're molesting my ship and I outta place charges on you for invasion of privacy!" Grove continued on in her "gentle" tantrum while the man beneath her attempted to speak or apologize but never got the chance due to the woman's ranting.

It wouldn't be all that hard to pick Grove out of the crowd at all. Actually it was more than easy since Grove had decided to get into a wrestling match with the snoopy man and a circle of people gathered around to watch the show, cheering and placing bets on who would win.

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Marcus would've given the fight the erupted little piece of his mind were it not for the voice that carried on the air, the tone of which he had yet to hear but could recognize regardless. With a glance over, he looked to the unfolding scene and observed what he could through the throngs present. It looked to be Grove, and he could see where she would do such a thing, taking whatever target of her anger to the ground and beginning something of a tussle. Marcus, understandably interested, soon strode over to watch, shoving several smaller individuals out of his way so that he might get a better glimpse of the action.

Odd, he had figured that she would've preferred something... smaller. The ship seemed to be quite the beast at half a kilometer, and it had a martial air to it that Marcus wasn't entirely sure was meant to be there. Was it a military vessel, and if so... just how did Grove get ahold of it? Whatever the case, watching as Grove put whoever it was she sprung on it to shame, he called out, attempting to project his voice as best he could over the crowd, "I'd rather you not be arrested before we're off!"

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The beating that Grove was giving to the man wan't all that surprising. The man was shrimpy and did nothing but curl into the fetal position with his hands up in a defensive manner while Grove gave him a nice jab to the temple. That was sure to leave a ring in the spy's ear alright, the Azrick thought to herself. Wrapping her fingers around the victim's collar, Grove pulled him up and was about to headbutt the guy but a voice in the crowd forced her to hesitate. She scanned the various faces gathered around in the circle until she spotted Marcus. A mischievous grin splayed across her lips and Grove looked back down to the helpless man.

"Teaches you not to go screwing around and spying on other people's shit, you sonuvabitch," Grove said then gave the man a harsh shake which made him cry out in terror before she released him. The woman couldn't help but to laugh as she stood up. Dusting her flight suit off, Grove released a sigh and moved over towards Marcus. It seemed that the Azrick was in rough shape due to last night. There were bags under her eyes and a stiffness that was obvious in her back, not to mention her hair wasn't even brushed this morning and she made no attempt at even changing her clothes.

"Good to see you made it just on time," Grove gestured widely which caused another cry to spill forth from the beaten man. It didn't take him long to scramble up to his feet and run for his life. He was just admiring the ship!

"This here is the ... " Well shit. Problem number one just popped up. Grove hadn't christened the spacecraft yet. " ... is my ship and the love of my life. Its big isn't it," she joked around while giving Marcus a nudge and wink. "Packs a punch too when needed. You choose the right pilot to take you all the way into the Razorbacks, Marcus."

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He had watched with some morbid curiosity as Grove, he figured, quite possibly beat the literal shit out of the man, and he made a mental note by this point that he really shouldn't get on her bad side during the transit. He'd rather face whatever death he found with his ribs intact. Luckily though, his words cut her beating the poor man senseless short, and soon enough she approached, as did he, an act made much easier with the dissipation of the crowds, who, with the lack of sport and end of the 'fight', had quickly lost interest. It was at this that Marcus really looked her over, and were it not for his concern being paid to the fact that she looked disheveled as Hell, he might've found her rather attractive. Instead his brow furrowed a ways as he waited for her to introduce him to her ship, her description of which only strengthening his thoughts that it was, in-face, milspec.

"I believe I have..." He spoke, a smile present on his face as he trailed off with a light exhale, looking again to the vessel, the beam of which proved only to be a fraction of its length. The only things he even had visual experience with were the Terran Triremes, and this... whatever it was, certainly put them to shame. Likely, knowing its pilot, the beast was of Scatterran make. He changed the conversation's direction, however, for only a moment, as he asked with a curious glance, "... you never got out of the chair last night, did you?"

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The woman nodded after Marcus agreed with Grove on having chosen a good pilot and then she started doing something that no one ever enjoyed: rambling off every single feature the Heimdall held. It had this A.I. system, and that targeting system with blah blah defensive mechanisms and could hold that many drones. "... never got out of the chair—" Grove finally stopped speaking and brought her gaze around to the Terran. For a moment a look of shame came across her face, or even, embarrassment. Blush rose up on her cheeks and Grove tucked her hair behind an ear.

"I'd be lying if I said yes, Marcus, but its okay. I slept just fine last night and I couldn't be any better. Fit as a fiddle as they say," Grove responded before clearing her throat. She knew she looked bad—horrible even—but there was no reason to impress any man with the way she looked. If Grove set out to impress Marcus, she would do it with her piloting skills. That was what the Azrick planned on accomplishing. He'd at least get a good ride before—wait, no, that didn't sound right in her head. Best not to complete that thought but it was a fraction too late and curiosity had been piqued.

Grove's eyes snapped onto the Heimdall. "You're more than welcome to hop on board and get a feel for the ship. Just please, don't get lost on your way to the sleeping quarters. And no, even if the ship is this large, you won't find anyone else on it. Don't need one when you have someone built to pilot these things," she said while walking towards a table which had a datapad lying on it.