1729/Log 1729

Log 1729
Date of Scene:	30 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Captain Coco, Gothic Lolita

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Captain Coco has posed:
    The "Very Best Intentions" is kind of a big deal apparently, judging from the five or six folks taking photos of her whilst she sits in port. Then again, there is nothing even remotely like her in port right now. The ships once parked beside her present location have since moved a few spots down, and well if you hadn't met Coco could you really blame them? From afar it's a stark almost surreal shape, up close her dogtooth edges and faceted angles are all the more impressive. There does not seem to be a single curved panel anywhere on the ship, the shape only grows in complexity as one nears then.

    Her crew then are indeed as described, decidedly industrial humanoid shapes decorated with a rainbow of bright colors to differentiate individual units, it makes the spectacle all the more surreal as they attend to the vessel at a slow unhurried pace. Pulling panels, touching up the paint, typical "Ship stuff" when you're in port. There's a small collection of shipping crates collected in her shadow, attended to a small collection of yet more drones which carefully unpack those crates and ferry the provisions and goodness knows what else inside.
    There is a singular unit down there on the tarmac then, painted in what could be described as "glow in the dark" blue, differentiated by the sizable antenna blades which are affixed to it's boxy head. Datapad in one clunky manipulator, the apparent first mate or quarter master perhaps? Either way it seems to be one designated with receiving deliveries, and with a little gesture here and there directs it's brethren so things are packed just so.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Approaching the ship is a petite figure in burgundy and black, a parasol resting on her shoulder as she idly spins it, approaching the ship. She's had a bit of time to talk to her captain, who at least was open to the idea of working with her new acquaintance. She stops in front of the very blue android. "Good afternoon...." she says cheerfully. "Is Captain Coco in and recieving guests today?" The other android may not be programmed to appreciate her politeness, but she certainly does.

Captain Coco has posed:
    The droid turns to regard for Loli for a moment, it's face a mess of cameras and glowing lights. Then after a moment, it half turns. "Yes, one moment please."And a wave, summons well this one is pink. Theres some digitized buzzing between the two, before well "The pink one" offers Loli a nod. "Be advised, the Vessel is undergoing replenishment. Crewmates may be operating large or unstable loads, please keep clear of all crewmembers. This way please."And well off it goes, at a decidedly sedate pace.
    Theres something of an open air cable elevator taking stuff up, stuffed with yet more droids. Evidence that this vessel is indeed, not terribly at home in full gravity perhaps? Anyway "The Pink one" steps aboard, before turning back to make sure it was followed. "Welcome aboard the certified Privateering Vessel, B-D-S Very Best intentions. Keep your arms inside the cargo elevator please."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Sedate works perfectly for the dark-haired combat mecha as she starts to follow after the pink one, saying to the blue. "Thank you very much." Because it doesn't hurt to be nice. If more human inventors talked nicely to their reactions, there'd probably be less mechanoid uprisings, after all.

    She does close the parasol, of course, because it's not something a proper person opens indoors if they can help it, looking around the ship as she follows along, stepping aboard. "Of course!" she says cheerfully, waiting.

Captain Coco has posed:
    The ride isn't a long one, and well Pink stays stationary whilst the rest of this mechanical crew departs. Inside the ship it's a chily fourty degrees or so, and the lights are cast in a soft blue blow. Directly foreward is a boxy looking dropship or shuttle or something, and beyond that a little truck looking thing. Well it's got no wheels, only a helicopter skid but the yaknow..it's vaguely trucklike? Everything though is full of armor plate, and neat clean angles. Handholds, and of course the contrast of brilliant bright colors for fuel lines, hydraulics, electrical conduits against the dull charcoal of even the inner hull. The droids toil here, stowing gear and well that little truck is currently in the process of being repainted a dull grey from it's current mostly white.
    Pink leads on mutely, through large armored airlocks. Taking time to close every single door after the pair have passed through. Through narrow dimly lit hallways, and then finally the ship changes it's entire aesthetic in one last airlock. Polished brilliant hardwoods, and a certainly more "natural" color to the lighting. Walls covered in neat glass panels which reveal the world beyond like windows, ignoring all the "stuff" between here and the hull's exterior. The hallways are wider, and in a room filled with simple clean tables bolted to the floor, and rows of chairs stuck down with...magnets maybe? Hey there's Coco, sipping after more tea and working at some sort of oversized berry in thin slices.

    She is for the moment without all that armor, dressed "casually" as it were in a brilliant shawl looking thing that might as well have been spun from solid gold by the look of it. She's all the more "floofy" for it, and well the wing's hardly do much to make her any less threatening. Cast in a jigsaw of swirling shapes cast in gold and black, left right now to sort've flutter off in the air when she notices her guest. "Oh, Hello Loli. Welcome aboard, goodness I didn't expect you until later. No trouble getting aboard?" Notably, of course that voice seems to be coming over omnidirectional mics somewhere...or everywhere or..who knows.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Your guest curtseys. "Thank you for your hospitality. It IS a lovely ship, especially this area." she says, stepping over to join you at the table, seating hersel fas she crosses her legs and sets her parasol down to the side. "I didn't mean to interrupt your lunch, my apologies. I could have waited, if you wished." she says with a faint smile.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Not necessary, I'm really not into the local cuisine I'm afraid. You know, you usually try to eat the local foods when you're in port but No thankyou."Coco pauses to pound that tea, before rising with a roll of the shoulders. "Come now, lets give you a proper tour. Anything of particular interest, or should we just go from bow to stern like we used to do in the Navy?"She does dismiss "The Pink One" at least with a little wave, before bussing her little tray back to a slot in the wall. "Whenever you arrive, you should always endeavor to make those present believe you have arrived exactly when you mean to."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "I admit I don't know that I could appreciate the totality of your ship, being that I don't know much about many of the technologies that make it up. But I would be happy to see any areas you are especially proud of?" Lolita offers simply, standing again as she picks up her parasol to follow. "I am quite happy to spend time chatting, for that matter...you know so much more about the world I find myself in...not just this one, but in space far from home in general." she admits. She grins at the last. "And that seems like a very apt adage I shall try to keep in mind for the future."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Ignorance can be cured with curiosity, Stupidity's only remedy is violence."Or so Coco recites, leading on with an airy sort've float to her movements. She may profess to be anything but a dancer, but heavens above does she move like one. Wings folding neatly as she passes by a bulkhead. "So a Corvette is a light, fast vessel designed to be used away from the heavier ships of the fleet. Occasionally they co-operate, but typically a corvette operates by itself. Cruisers and destroyers, typically need smaller vessels and auxilaries to support it."
    And through a pair of heavy bulkheads, and well. Theres more of those "Windows" here, covering the entirety of the ceiling, the walls and well everything but the grated floors and few small consoles. "So this is the bridge, we're mostly powered down right now but uhh.."And a pause, before the view outside is soon occupied by a field of alien text, symbols and shapes. Readouts on the nearby ships, waterfall displays of com traffic, it's a lot of visual information but well you can just look around at least so as to focus attention. "Here, go ahead and touch a ship on the display. Fire control is powered down, so you won't accidentally trigger anything nasty."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The dark-haired mecha finds herself admiring the wings from behind as she walks along, and the grace of your movements. The floofy is still adorable, of course, though she isn't sure how the warrior next to her would take it if she said as much. "You have a cybernetic connection to your ship? Or is it just that your language isn't audible to me?" she asks, walking up to the console as asked, then touches a nearby Nova Corps cruiser. "What of this one, then?"

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Both, Soldiers do not have their normal antennas of course. "Lifting a hand to point to those holographic antennas hovering overhead. "Neural spikes inserted into the forebrain. It slaves the ship and the armor to my person. The dropship and my land vehicle are less convient, but the tactile aspect is pleasant enough."She does at least blink the antenna off and lean foreward, to permit a peek at the gleaming metal imbedded in her skull.
    "Anyway, low resolution scanners coming online."She offers casually, as the cruiser is zoomed in on. Pinpricks of various light erupt across the vessel, followed by multiple images viewed in differing spectrums from thermal to the far UV. The opposite wall erupts in a field of numbers and charts and numbers, all of which is unfortunately alien as well. "It's shielded, so we'd need to turn over the high gain scanners to take a peek at her internals but they'd notice it at this range. We're being watched very closely, which is why they've got power running to their port side battery there."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The shorter girl rises on her tiptoes to take a look. "My, into the forebrain, you say? Convenient, I would assume, for quickly accessing systems. Do you then command all of the ship's stations at once, or does your crew have the capacity to monitor them?"

    She lets her feet come flat the ground again, watching thoughfully. "Hmm...yes. I noticed your neighbors seem to have all moved farther down from you." she says amusedly. "You would think the'd feel a bit safer with the Nova Corps patrolling the area regularly."

    She watches the sheeting waterfall of numbers. "...so much data even on passive...I don't think on my world there is anything this precise at this level."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "I can run everything myself, but It gets distracting at times. I usually let the droids do a lot of the mundane stuff, which they're good at anyway. You don't need me to stir the moisture condenser tanks every few hours, especially when I'm trying to sleep."She gives a little shrug. Slumping into the captain's chair to watch passively. "Well to most, a Privateer is a Pirate at the end of the day. Xandar has never had a history of privateering as far as I know anyway, so there is no real understanding of the difference."

    "Sensors are where a wise captain spends their money, everything can later. Most important things to warfare in the black is the ability to detect, followed very shortly by the ability to be undetected yourself. If you are wise, you can make do with everything else."She pauses for a moment, before the display dissolves. Replaced by a star chart of the system, before it zooms out several times to show the sector. Xandaran space as it were. "In here, settled space? You can navigate with a calculator and a window if you know what you're doing, but out in the black? It becomes very different, and not all vessels are as the Xandarans prefer. Many are just as sneaky as my own vessel."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita finds her way over to one of the unoccupied bridge chairs, seating herself and crossing her legs, hands on her lap. ""I can see the benefit, yes. Seeing your target before they see you would be important." She grins a bit at the display. "Well you have quite a larger calculator here, I would imagine." she notes dryly.."

    She cocks her head. "It seems silly to me, I suppose. They could check to see you aren't some sort of roving marauder out to fatten your holds with booty from halpless traders or such. Do you have such a fearsome reputation that it's enough to spook the light-hearted?"

Captain Coco has posed:
    "I got an escort at the border, all the way to port. I'll get one all the way out."Coco replies casually, glancing up as a droid sweeps in with a tray and well it brought tea in thankfully something more pedestrian. These mugs don't have handles, but at least they're recognizable as mugs and the green liquid inside smells pleasant an earthy. It's green and it's tea, even if it's decidedly alien in nature. "I am -The- Captain Coco, I am feared and respected wherever I go. Battle of Vostok Rift, that was me and only me."
    Coco pauses to rescue her mug, before the display dissolves to show a neat three dimensional holographic map. A little green triangle, which would be Coco's old ship presumably and what is that ten decidedly boxy ships rendered in stark red? The playback is run in real time at least. "That one there, with the orangle circle? That's the Flag ship of the Pirate Chov, who was at the time one of the most wanted people in the galaxy. They didn't raid colonies, they raided whole systems and swept navies aside like snack cakes. After more regional pirates started failing their raids to pay tribute, he came down himself to settle the score. He was sloppy, he wanted everyone to know he was coming. So I settled down in a nebula, let the drive idle so slow I needed three engineers to keep it from stalling out. Had batteries installed on our single six inch rail gun, so I wouldnt need to run the Generator to charge the coils."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The dark-haired gynoid turns in her chair to watch as the battle starts to play out. "They outnumbered you...were their ships equivalent to yours, or smaller?" she says thoughfully. "Ambush seems like a perfectly reasonable approach, however." Loli is perfectly happy to not fight the least bit fair. That's stupid. You fight to win and complete the mission, preferably with minimal collateral damage around your target.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "The smallest vessel was an old destroyer, it was about four times our displacement."Coco sips casually as the playback continues. The fleet veers to the right, smaller vessels racing out infront of the big bruiser who had been at her center. "I'd put a small shuttle there, and then we stripped all the shielding from the power core and ran it well above the safety threshhold. Had a droid turn it on, thats what they're turning to chase down. They think it's something much larger, spooling up to run."Then a pixelated puff of smoke over the little green triangle, and a dotted line.

    The display zooms in on the orangle circled ship, the presence of a shuttle does at least grant some measure of scale. It looks, enormous. Then in a flash of light, the bridge takes a single direct hit. It starts venting, bodies and debris flying out into hard vaccum. "Chov died right there."Coco offers, helpfully.
    From there the old Corvette erupts foreward from her hiding place, now firing wildly as she goes. Rolling and flipping in an erratic, wild flight. Dodging incoming fire before turning back to return the favor. Red dotted lines never quite manage to connect, but they seem to come in like rainfall. Missiles and more railgun rounds sent towards the Pirates, as the corvette dances amidst the incoming fire. Closing the distance at an alarming rate, before it's made it's way directly into the middle of the pirate fleet. Using their own hulls as armor, as she pounds railgun fire into their hulls at point blank.

    "We suffered one injury, and it broke loose the drink dispenser in the officer's galley. Made a terrible mess, it was terrible. No matter how much we cleaned it's sticky to this day."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The gynoid's eyes twinkle. "Oh, tragic, certainly." She ponders. "You decapitated their command and control then took advantage of their panic and shock to destroy them all. Very cleverly done. The fact that they were unable to hit you speaks of impressive ship handling as well." She smiles a bit. "I can see why you would quickly acquire a formidable reputation with victories like that."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Pirates are composite threats, they just get whatever ship they can, whatever guns and crew. This would have gone differently against a proper navy, they would have retained command and control. Interlacing fields of fire, maintained formation, sent scouts."Coco shrugs cooly. "A larger fleet action would have lost the element of surprise, and they would have been able to focus their fire more effectively. Chov was a fairly astute tactician, but he was also complacent. He got comfortable using brute force, he was a poor match for a finesse fighter."

    The play out continues, as the little corvette continues it's systematic destruction, darting from target to target. Pouring hate into systems, soft targets. "It is a victory won by a vessel, and a vessel is only as good as the crew. I may have a grander vessel now, but I could likely not repeat that victory now."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "I'm sorry that you've been separated from them. I'm sure they were friends as well as peers?" Lolita offers, her dark eyes considering. "I would imagine it's much harder to fight when you have to do everything in the fight, especially if you're the commander and have to maintain tactical awareness of the whole of the fight." She watches the systematic destruction with a professional appreciation for the finesse involved, like a rapier fighter amid thugs with clubs and axes.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "We're Lumifao, we fight as one. Our implants also permit direct peer to peer connections, we were one ship. The rails our hands, the engines our wings. Not seperate pieces, a single composite entity fighting in perfect unity."Coco nods, sipping after her drink. "Anyway, lets view something more interesting. Does your planet have railguns?"Rising finally with a flutter of those wings. "They're surprisingly rare out here, cultural I suppose?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    A smile teases her lips at that. "We do, though they're relatively new and primarily used on naval vessels on the sea, rather than in space. Energy weapons seem to be a preference since they don't require reloading." she admits. She rises as well. "Though the majority of the weapons on Earth are of the slug throwing variety, physical rounds rather than energy. There are some who possess more advanced equipment, but it's rarer."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Oh firearms, yes. I fancy those as well, my pistol is one for instance. For longarms phased Plasma lasers are my preference however. If you'd like we can stop by the fabrication shop and we can build you something adequate for life out in the black?"From the bridge there are, well it's got stairs but the vertical passageway seems built more for Zero-g than anything. Coco just sort've floats down, touching down like a feather. From there it's more dim blue lighting and grey everywhere. Overhead though, are power cables of some considerable size.

    "Lasers do not have ammunition, but they have capacitor banks. They get hot when cycled for long, and the longer they are fired the less charge they can retain. With a fabricator I can make slugs from an astroid easily, or a planet's rings. It's hardly advanced construction, just shove in the raw materials and let it work."Through another heavy airlock door, and well there are railguns. Three of the things, masses of enormous cabling neatly routed and the machinery to kept them fed. They're what, eight inches across? The shells, laying in their neat little feed chutes are shaped like brilliant metallic birds eggs. "Here we are, theres another three of them a deck below us. Eighty rounds each in the magazine, and another full reload available if necessary. One full salvo will typically cripple a capital ship, the problem is finding an important subsystem to hit with them. Which is why we care about sensors of course, right?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    From the look on her face, she actually is considering that as she follows along, a bit daintily but slower as she descends. "To be honest, I usually am best at working with my hands in a fight." she admits. "I'm much more...combat ready than I appear, in that sense. Though I have been known to make use of suitable weapons when needed for specific missiones or tasks." she admits. "So...I could be quite happy to suggest such a gift, honestly.

    As you enter the railgun area, she looks interested, walking over to peer down into the ammo bins. "Interesting. Railguns on my world tend to use bars over shaped rounds like this as you start to explain. "How fast do they fire? And I could see how sensors would be especially useful, if you could both see your enemy but also calculate where they will be and fire a salvo to arrive before they could hope to spot them."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "At full battery charge, aproximately half the speed of light."Coco nods, casually which means if you want to run the numbers? Yeah Theres enough megatons of raw kinetic energy in here to pulverize god knows what. Usually they'd be charged so they'd fire in sequence, a full charge takes aproximately two minutes to build back up. However obviously we can tailor the speeds as is necessary, and that effects the rate of fire obviously."Mind you this is just a corvette, of course.
    "Well, come on then lets put something together for you. I have no doubt your physical prowess, but range is your friend. It is not always ideal to close with the enemy, but I imagine we can figure something out. First laser weapon, goodness I forgot what that's even like. Well I had fifty years of training before I was a person. Anyway, lets get you something shall we?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita pouts a little bit. She's quite good at closing range by this point! Hulk style leaps and all that. But she can't object to the truth, which is that sometimes it's just nice to be able to tag someone from well out of their range. Or when they're too fast to catch easily.

    "Certainly." she says cheerfully, following along. "Fifty years of training before you were a person?" she says curiously.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "We're biological machines, no sentience until about fifty years. Well we're genetically tailored to our trades, and we start training the day we hatch. Apprenticing kind of. Back in the Faxian war, most of the dead on our side were pretty young for obvious reasons."Coco leads on, back through the majority of the ship it seems which is quite a little walk. There the hallway is all the broader, and the thrum of that powerplant can be faintly heard from somewhere below.

    Theres well, little mechanical arms doing little laser bursts against what looks like sand pits, others seemingly weaving materials as they're extruded into complex shapes. Yeah it's an automated fabrication bay. "Alright give me just a second. I've got the fabricators making another set of wings for me, and thats certainly not urgent. The armory is across the hallway just, go ahead and take a look around and I'll head over there and we'll pick something out to fabricate for you?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    An organic intelligence might find that a bit disconcerting, being programmed, not having sentience. For Lolita, it's not that far from how she was created, when it comes down to it, really.

    She looks over the machinery with interest, then pauses thoughfully. "Very well.." she says curiously. "Though I doubt I'll be able to tell by look what might be appropriate." Perhaps matching, at least. "Though..I would probably need something extremely...sturdy if I was going to use it regularly. I tend to break most standard designs." She does try to be delicate, but...it's difficult in a fight to do so at times, to pull just enough to trigger the pistol without just crushing the handgrip. Still, she wanders over into the armory, curious to see what it's like, if nothing else. "Do you make all your own weapons and gear with those fabrication systems, then?"

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Well Lumifao stopped making arms about seven hundred years ago, and our equipment back then was not exactly impressive when it was new."The Armory though, well if you were expecting only what was necessary? Coco collects it would seem. There are longarms and handguns in a dizzying variety, nevermind knife things, axe things, knifeaxethings and well it's quite the collection of interstellar weaponry. From the fantastical to the strictly practical and everything inbetween. Set aside on their own little rack seems to be her actual rolling kit. A stubby if sleek thing with sharp serrations in a block surrounding the foreward stock which leaves the muzzle or projector or..whatever flush. That sturdy pistol, the basket hilted sword. All finished in neat engravings and gold inlay, with duplicates worn and broken in various ways below.

    "So Kinetic weapons, are great until you need to fight in low gravity. Energy weapons are superior generally speaking, unless theres a lot of junk like dust or a lot of atmosphere. So the popular combination is a primary weapon which is an energy weapon, and a secondary weapon which is kinetic. Thermal weapons, are great presuming your foe is both biological and unarmored. Current based weapons are, silly novelties."Coco summarizes casually. all but wading into racks and racks of arms. "We want something simple for you, easy to maintain and easy to charge out in the wild. Same goes for both weapons, yes?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    She can't help but get a faint quirk of amusement to those rosebud lips briefly at the mention of 'making arms'. Given your replacement antennae, she has a brief image of an arm factory where they're installed at the shoulders of a line of Lumifao as needed. "Yes, that seems best. Something that wouldn't interfere with my own systems, either, such as a maser or the like." she offers, picking up a blocky pistol that looks too big for her hand as she looks it over, then sets it back in place. "I could, perhaps, carry a heavier weapon, of course, but it's much harder to conceal, and I do prefer to at least look my best without having to hide a rotary autocannon or equivalent."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Well no need, you're making bodies not mulch dear."She pulls out a crate with a peer, before brushing the du..space dust off of it and popping it open. "Oh hey things."And a pause as she produces a short black..well it's like a solid aluminum rod about a foot long. Anyway she offers the thing over. "Here, take the thing and that's yours. Everyone needs a thing, that's a Lumifao thing. Best in the Galaxy, hard for my fab shops to crank'em out. Don't have enough cold diamonds usually."

    Thing secured, well she does appear to be digging through what might otherwise be a literal junk-trunk. Full of slings and battery things and, more -things- and odd laser pistols of incomprehensible shape.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita smiles cheerfully as you offer it to her, taking it and looking it over curiously. "Cold diamonds?" she says with interest, hefting it idly. "Well, if it's a thing to have a thing, how could I refuse?" she says. Being someone who doesn't really have a lot of permanent things, to begin with. "Are those spoils of war?" she wonders curiously.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Some of them, some bought. Live to be my age, you just kind of pick up a lot of junk over the years."And a pause as she finally grabs what she's looking for and pulls it free triumphantly. It's sleek and shiny and, not entirely like the kind of thing ray guns were -supposed- to look like in the 40s. All sleek chrome and Gold accents. "An original, first edition Prdo Battle laser. If you're out on the frontier, and you can't just make whatever you want? You want a Prdo battle laser, they're so indestructable that the company went out of business. Nobody ever needed replacements."Offering the thing over gingerly. "Never needs recharging, well from a conventional powersource anyway. It'll kill plenty well even by modern standards, this was the first thing I got when I left the Navy. Traded all my rations for it, went hungry and never regretted it. Nowadays you can just fab'em up, no big deal."
    It's an easy ten pounds, somewhat awkwardly balanced and well it feels like it may as well be made from a solid hunk of steel. "Now the capacitors are pretty basic, and the lenses are fairly low tech. However when it goes click-clack instead of Fwap? You just toss it in the sun for awhile, and it'll charge right back up. You do have to be mindful of your shooting, magazine only holds four hundred full power shots."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    For a moment, the gynoid looks uncertain, though...she does take it from you. It's like it weighs nothing to her. There's no awkwardness despite the odd balance as she holds it, experimentally sighting down it. The aesthetics suit her...she admires the retro aesthetics of it, the curves and patterns.

    Still, she hesistates, looking back up at you. "If it meant so much to you, surely I should not be accepting this." she says slowly. "Your first weapon of choice, that you sacrificed for..."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "I will make you a new one, but if I could not I would still part with it fondly and without hesitation."Theres a nod to that, before she produces another "Thing" and sets it aside for later. "They were originally all this funny yellow color, I got blown out an airlock ages ago with that thing strapped onto me. Re-entry cooked the paint off, at least two of the capacitors are gone, and the lens melted. It held together though, saw me through my marooning. You deserve something brand new, and I think maybe black and white?"
    "Anyway it's not terribly powerful, No thermal chaining or anything but it'll burn nice neat holes in a person as well as any laser ever has. You'll want something better in awhile, but as a -first- laser weapon this is without equal I think."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Ah, she'd forgotten that. New, then. She's not used to being able to just have something like that copied so easily to the same specifications, at least. "Oh! Oh, yes...white and black DO go with most anything..." she admits thoughfully, smiling. "I would be happy to accept, then. Thank you, Coco." And the perhaps expected by now curtsey follows a moment later.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "It's no problem, really. When you get out onto the frontier, and you're dancing in the black? You need to look after yourself."Theres some fiddling around for a Sling, which isn't worth copying really so she just hands that over. "It'll take a few minutes to print once we get it going, so we'll practice with some other stuff."And a pause as Coco rises to wander amongst the racks for a moment. "We'll need to teach you how to use a proper thing, and well lets pick something basic we can throttle down to experiment with yeah?"
    "Now Prdo basically put itself out of business with the battle laser, after that they went on to making food trays. Their follow on designs never sold back in the day, and I don't have the plans or any examples to play with. Most of the stuff in here though, are from a little Casspiri company known as "Agot". Those are an acquired taste I suspect, and they've made as many bad ones as they have good ones. So buyer beware."She snags a blocky, ugly looking thing which indeed look notably "Rifle like" Offering it over with a nod. "Oh and, you can put the Prdo down. It's already started fabrication, We can leave that old thing here. Just hang onto the Thing, And that Agot."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita lowers the pisto curiously, then sets it down to the side, before taking the rifle that's offered one handed, hefting it easily. "This is also an laser weapon?" she says curiously. "Then, what is this...Thing, as you call it?" she says, looking at the black...cane? Stave? It would make a nifty decorative parasol handle, she notes, if nothing else.

    She turns her attention back to you. "You are most kind...I wish I had something equally useful to gift in return."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Oh, it's the best thing to come out of Lumifao besides me."Coco cheerily reports, leading on from the arms room down into the portside cargo dock which is just empty. "Oh yeah, Agot stuff is almost all Laser weaponry. I mean I -have- A Model 80A, which is kinetic but that thing is about as useful in a firefight as a Copoani Berry."Coco takes a moment to snag a few old Pallete things and prop them up against the far side of the cargo hold. Not a huge firing range then, but it's sufficient.
    "Alright, so first thing we need to work on how to use your thing. It's excellent, save your life."And so Coco produces her own, which appears all the same except that hers is like...every color all at once. "So what happens if you're out on the frontier and there is some sort of strange thing infront of you, and you need to know what it is?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The dark-haired gynoid cocks her hea, watching as you start setting up the pallets, her fingers twitching as she considers helping, but decides it might be rude to do so without having been asked. At the question, she purses her rosebud lips. "...I would scan it?" she says curiously, after a moment of thought. "Is that what this does?" she says, looking with interest at the Thing, then back to you. She's listening intently though, idly resting the rifle back against her shoulder comfortably while she does.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "It doesn't -just- scan, it does all kinds of things."She holds the thing up, tap-tap-tapping on the end three times. Then the thing starts extending, stopping only when it touches the bulkhead a good twenty feet away with a solid -Tink-. "Now you can poke it, and if you turn the end once extended?"And so she does, and the fairly sharp pokey tip curls around to form a hook. "Or drag it closer. It can test DNA somewhat, but it only spits the raw information back to you. You can preload it with about ten profiles, and it'll flash when it touches a preloaded dataset."Then a tap-tap-tap and it retracts.
    "This is particularly important for low gravity, as you could end up sort've -stuck- in the middle of a large room like this one. Or slowly pulled from safety, and well your thing can save your life. Not everyone is born to thrive in low gravity like Lumifao, and we invented the thing."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The gynoid watches with interest as you tap against it, then copies you after a moment to see if hers will also extend, pointing it at the bulkhead, then copying your movements to test out the other modes. "My...how useful!" she says thoughfully. "Is it some sort of memory crystal so it can change shapes like that?" she wonders, looking back at you. "And I can thoroughly see how this could be vital in zero G, especially since I have no way to easily move myself around..." She smiles at you cheerfully. "You're right, this is extremely useful."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Meta-alloys and cold diamonds, little juice and a few circuits. I don't have cold diamonds on hand, but they're hardly hard to get. They cost a pittance, nothing. I have no idea why every culture doesn't have these, or something like them at least. "And a noddle, before reaching across for the Laser rifle. "Alright, now it's time for Laser rifle lessons. Goodness I haven't taught a class in three hundred years, so don't be surprised if I miss anything. First, lets strip this thing apart and cover a few safety concerns."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita reverses her earlier manipulation to get the Thing to shrink back down to its normal size, then carefully sets it aside with her parasol for the moment. "Of course..." she says attentively, moving over to watch. "Please, show me." She rises on her toes a bit so she can see a bit better as you start to work on the rifle. "What sort of safety concerns? Power overloads?" she wonders.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "A laser is a thermal weapon, it burns things. We have to be mindful of the fact that space suits often contain pressurized vessels full of pure oxygen, thruster fuel, battery cells, things all which could potentially cause an explosive injury to yourself as well as others."Coco just casually parks herself on the floor, and gets to work. Neatly popping a pair of pins out, and then the thing just spills it's guts. Three moving parts, and well nothing to regularly clean beyond the lenses. "It can reflect off of certain surfaces, it can burrow through a target and damage whatever is behind. It will also get quite hot, not so much for the old Prdo but it can be uncomfortable. If there is moisture, or dust or anything else it can also cause a degredation in performance. Now the heat part comes back around, because a laser rifle would be very cold out in space. However remember that without an atmosphere to transmit the heat away, it won't radiate quickly. It will take a very long time to cool back down."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The girl watches as you dismantle it, crouching down so she can watch more closely. "Does it adjust in terms of penetration power? So you could set it, for example, to not penetrate a spacestation wall or something when you're near the outer hull?" she wonders. "And how often should it be cleaned is it something to do after every time it is used?"

Captain Coco has posed:
    "The lenses will soot up if you fire them with too much dirt on them, but thats generally it. The Capacitors however, here?"Patting the four squared off cylinders towards the stock. "These have a light static attraction, and if they get dirty the heat sinks won't work very well. So brush them out, the battery here?"Pointing to a flat battery pack situated below. "Now I picked this one because like the Prdo, internal battery pack. Some have easily replaced external packs, some don't. Internals are usually more efficient, hold more charges. Anyway, once the pack and these capacitors get hot? Performance begins to dive, so you don't want to use it like a spray hose."And a moment to slap the thing back together. "The prdo has a big ring we'll play with, which adjusts how tightly focused the beam is. Wider dispersion means wider wounds, but less penetration. Cranked all the way out, it will not kill a man. Cranked all the way in, it will eat through armor."Coco summarizes.

    This unit apparently just has some sort of push button dial thing situated near the scope up on top. Thankfully it's displayed in bars rather than some alien number. She hands it over with just a half bar showing. "Alright now there are two ways to get the most out of these things, either you want to kill them with penetrations or you want to kill them by burning them to death. Both are acceptable, and most lasers can accomodate either doctrine. Now all lasers have a warm up cycle, and flipping the safety off on this one will begin the sequence. When the sights change from blue to red, you may fire at your convience. Just one shot for now."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Precision controlled fire over spraying, check." Lolita says thoughfully, nodding. "And presumably, not to be used profligatly on worlds where there is a high volume of dust already in the area, such as with moondust or sand?" She nods at the description of the capacitors and their strengths and weaknesses. "

    She stops to listen again, before you hand it over to her. She carefully flips the switch, then watchs until the color changes to red. "Interesting that blue and red remain safe and danger colors out here as on my world." she says thoughfully, lifting it as she aims for the center of the pallet, her onboard targeting systems drawing a line to it. "And since I believe this is simply point and shoot..." She pulls the trigger carefully.

Captain Coco has posed:
    Theres no recoil, but there is a dull flash downrange and a burst of smoke. The sound though is, well 'WHAP' less than "BANG" but certainly not quiet. It's instant, by measure however. Damage at the speed of light. "ALright now that smoke, is important. The laser is hot enough that if the smoke is generated swiftly enough, and is dense enough, the laser burning it's way through will cause a secondary thermal effect with a short plasma puff. It's not a primary wounder, but be aware so when it happens you know what you're seeing."She nods softly. "Now, turn the selector switch from the dot to the line. Repeat, but hold the trigger down. This will trade thermal load, for beam duration. Allowing cuts, which is more utilitarian that tactical. Go ahead and cut that loading slip in half."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The gynoid nods thoughfully, then looks down at the rifle, adjusting the control. "How long can you hold the beam before it will overheat?" she asks as she brings the rifle back up to her shoulder, targeting the left side of the pallet, then holding down the trigger as she slides the aim to the right, obediently trying to slice through said pallet and letting go the moment it falls into two pieces. Presuming it does.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Varies on the enironment more than anything, and each model is a little different. This one about three seconds."And well Theres no visible laser here, but it works exactly as advertised. Burning it's way right on through the pallet. By the time it's sliced though, well the handguard and the cheekrest whilst not "on fire" are uncomfortably warm. "The Prdo doesn't have a cutting mode, most do. It's a lot lower power than this Agot fifty nine, better rifle overall though."Coco rises finally to meander downrange. Dragging the cut sections upright and giving them a peer.
    "Now see how the cut starts with this neat clean line, and then we get this thermal spill and charring as we go down to the bottom? Smoke diffusion, Not such a big deal here where we have atmosphere. More of a problem in zero-G or less atmosphere."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    An unaugmented organic would probably prefer to see a visual effect for the beam itself. Lolita is pretty good with not having it...she can just overlay it on her internal HUD after all if she wants to see where a direct point to point beam is going to go, not to mention her sensors can track the heat trail it makes when firing.

    She walks over to take a look as well, thoughful. "I was wondering about that. The more vaporized material in the air, the more diffuse the beam gets as well, I would assume." she asks, looking over at Coco. "Doesn't that limit the use of a laser weapon if heavy smoke can distort it though?"

Captain Coco has posed:
    "It does. Granted even degraded, a high power combat laser would still penetrate about twelve of either of us when cranked way up? For logistical and practical concerns however, we don't want to fight with that much power. Uses too much energy, gets too hot. This is the trade off, it's a better weapon than a raw kinetic weapon certainly. It is not however, for simple minds. The laser is a finesse weapon, it rewards clever use. You need to actually be aware of what's going on, and the logistical and practical uses outweigh the very rare side effects."Coco gives a little shrug at that. "Typically if there is heavy smoke, your target is going to be running away from it. Fighting in the middle of it can happen, but not frequently."And finally a cute little bug shrug, hah.

    "Alright now, lets go get your Prdo and just know it will need to sit in the sun a few days to get a full charge. I think you'll only be at half charge right now, so two hundred shots?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita smiles gently at that, saying cheerfully. "I do not think I should need to shoot anyone more than 200 times within the next day or so, at least." she says, flipping on the safety for the rifle to let it power down. "I appreciate you showing me all this, Coco...I haven't really used small arms before often. I'm primarily expected to punch things until they stop moving." she admits without any hint of sheepishness about it. It's what she was made to do, after all.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Punching is fine, but it is a very easy way to die in zero-G. Half that energy will be turned into thrust, and you will both go flying. To survive out here, you have to be good at everything. Low Gravity especially, it's hard so most folks ignore it. It's also where Lasers shine, no pun intended."She trundles back yonder towards the Fab bay, pausing to peer at a bed of metallic sand for a moment. "I'm happy to share what I know, everyone gets all fussy over all these small things. A few credits, a favor or two. Where we are now, the light of my homeworld isn't visible because we're so far away the light from it's genesis hasn't reached this place."

    Theres a pause as she digs a hand into the sand before coming up with, tadaa! One neat Prdo battle laser, complete with swooshy white against black. "People need their perspective, and helping makes me happy. So truly Loli, do not fret. Now here, take your weapon."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    She reaches out to take the offered pistol, looking it over with signs of pleasure at the look of it as she hefts it. "Still...I shall be sure to see if I might return the kindness at some point in the future." She looks over at you. "I've been quite fortunate to meet those witha surfeit of empathy and altruism since arriving here. I must say, it is making this little adventure of mine quite charming, to say the lease."

    She hmms, then realizes she doesn't have a holster really. "I shall need to find something that matches to wear it properly..." she says with a frown. Hmm. That will require thought. Style matching is important!

Captain Coco has posed:
    "You're on your own for a holster, but lets get down to it. First step, taking the thing apart. Twist the gripfrom the body about halfway to the left. It'll pul free and the upper part will just pop into halves there, These things are so simple inside it's insane."Coco does bother with restocking that "loaner" Agot 59 of hers. Not that she's gone long mind you, but yeah it really is -that- simple. Inside there are no wires, the parts all just bolted together. The shell is, mostly transparent from the inside looking out, which hides those solar collector doohickies.
    "Focus ring is up there past the trigger guard, right for tighter left for looser. Sights are crude but who cares, they won't snag on anything at least which is awesome. I liked to leave mine about in the middle when I still carried one."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita pops the pistol open as indicated with delicacy, moving carefully. She tends to do that just because, well, she can break things if she's not careful. As durable as the pistol seems to be, she doesn't feel she should test it, either. "Very simple..." she murmurs. "Oh, I don't need the sights anyway." she adds, beaming as she looks over, then points at her eyes. "I have that built in, really. I just don't have a need to use it for plotting ballistic or laser impacts normally. That was usually my brother, Hollowpoint Ninja."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Hollowpoint translates into something I don't think you mean, also Ninja is a male name?"Coco seems to pause at that, and well she doesn't blush but who knows. Those antenna certainly stand upright, whatever that implies. Anyway she does lead back towards the impromptu little shooting gallery, because what else are you going to do with a -brand new- gun? "What are brothers like, incidentally? We haven't had a Prince born in, well several thousand years before I was born. All we have are paintings, and poems about them of course."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Much like sisters, but with more testosterone and grunting." Lolita says thoughfully. "A hollowpoint is a specific type of bullet on my world, where the nose of the projectile is hollowed out to cause it to deform and flatten to cause a larger exist wound. A ninja is a name for a ancient type of stealthy assassin and saboteur. My brother is quite good at being stealthy and is extremely good at shooting practically any weapon you hand him. All my brothers and sisters have their own talents, of course. We like to have a good range of skills." She smiles a bit. "I was wondering if you had more than one gender, honestly. So you do have Princes, but extremely rarely then?"

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Well once upon a time. We had hives. Princes were born rarely. They would fly to a neighboring Queen's hive, and impress her with his artistic talents. Impressed, they would mate and sire like ten or twelve clutches."And a pause as she considers Loli for a moment. "Sorry thats about ten or twelve thousand Lumifai, Girls like me. We serve the queen, and barring warfare she lives forever. When they came up with genetic engineering, Princes weren't needed anymore. The Queens design the clutches to suit society, but she doesn't lay or reproduce herself anymore. Over the years, The Hives were united under the five queens. No more Princes, not ever though. Pity, I liked the stories of Princes when I was younger. Daring protectors, who were charming, clever and made you feel like a Queen yourself."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita nods curiously at that. "So you don't...engage in physical intercourse anymore then, only genetic recomibination via bioengineering?" she says, a bit delicately. "Does the queen mix her DNA then to allow for variety, or is it all...perfected for each caste?" She isn't sure exactly where the line is for asking too much here, but she's honestly curious. She's never met an alien species before like this, after all!

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Not for thousands of years no, and well even before then only the queens reproduced anyway."Coco at least seems, decidedly casual about it. "Now it's all just pretense to see if your gene combination rates high enough to be cloned over, and the Queen makes more who carry the name."Coco pauses as she stacks those Palettes downrange, getting things stacked just so before she seems satisfied. "Soldiers like me, we're all twins for the most part. Had a few adjustments over the years but, we weren't worth anymore attention than that. S'why we had the second and third Faxian wars to begin with, why we had to wipe them out. Queens are mad, or stupid. Not sure which is worse, honestly.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita considers. "...it's very different for humans on Earth. We have many males...about half and half of the population, and each pair of man or woman can have children combining their DNA. Or simply are in relationships, sometimes with other members of the same gender." She smiles. "From the sound of it, you don't have those sorts of relationships? Just...friendship and family?" she says curiously.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Friends, and castemates. Ever Lumifao is technically family, I mean every living Lumifao is a very small genetic variation from one central geneplan the Queens have worked up. The Soldier caste is different, but normally the only way to tell Lumifao apart is by their wings. Otherwise every Lumifao looks exactly the same, part of the reason the Queens docked ours."And theres a pause at that, as Coco reaches back to grasp at something under that shawl. Then with a -Clack-, she tugs those wings free. Letting their holographic projector fizzle out, revealing a minimal metallic frame and a simple clear sheet of some sort of plastic. "For Lumifao, wings are like our faces. Life time of combat changed the color of my carapice, but the Queens didn't know that back then. Wanted to make sure we'd never be confused for their treasured ones, we'd never be -real- Lumifao."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    That causes the gynoid to frown deeply, as she reaches out to gently brush her fingers against the frame. "...have you considered...having them restored, somehow? There must be skilled bioengineers out n the galaxy that could help you to regrow them." She taps the plastic. "...or at least...give you proper works of art to wear that you would be proud of."

    She decides that she really does not like these queens at ALL. It's one thing to be built to be a certain way when you're a machine, another when you're a living being and are constrained to be something without being given any chance to develop as you should.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Well, I mean sure we grow back limbs. Our wing patterning is truely random, it's how the veins grow in whilst we incubate. Once hatched, they stay that way forever. Ours were docked, like our antenna. It'd just be a different kind of fake, if it's not the original article."And a pause as Coco fiddles with those wings for a moment, then once installed theres a distinctly mechanical flutter of waking servos and a rush of color as they retake their previous golds and blacks. "We were only supposed to last two hundred years, but the Queens made mistakes. We don't age any more than they do, and the older we get the less obliged to them we find ourselves."
    Theres a slow sweep of those wings, before Coco seems comfortable again. "The queens designed me, had me hatched for their convience. It was my Castemates that named me though, and it was me who decided what that name would stand for. Theres no use being proud of -things-, only actions."And a little nod at that. "Now lets get to work. Crank the focus ring on your Prdo all the way to the left to unfocus the beam to maximum."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita hmmms, then says slowly. "That depends, doesn't it? It just means that unlike most of your people, you could choose your own pattern. Something that suited you personally." She smiles playfully. "....maybe with skulls in the pattern." she says with gentle humor. "I don't think it would be fake if it's part of you, anyway. What you choose to have part of you, you see?"

    The petite gynoid raises an index finger. "Also, I think I do not like your queens at all for how they have treated you, so very shabbily." She wanted to get that in the record, but lets you shift the discussion back to just weapons without complaint, then adjusts as you wish. "So this would be....a very wide cone?" she asks.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Out here, the mechanical wings are more practical. I keep forgetting you've never seen a Lumifao fight in zero-G, but you'll understand in time."Coco crosses her arms, all four of them with a nod. "Widest first. Most of the time your Prdo does it's best work with the ring in the middle, but pulled out like that? Use it to melt ice, cook food, kill bothersome little pests without making a huge mess everywhere. It's like a remote heat gun tuned way out like that, which can be mighty helpful depending on the situation. Just remember the Prdo doesn't have a constant on, cutting mode like some others. So you may need to pop it a few times to heat it up."

    "I do not like the Queens either, but they deserve pity more than hatred. They've been in their palace for, like ten thousand years now. I'm about nine hundred something myself, and look at what I've done. I've seen things I don't even have words in any language for, done things beyond belief. They've built a prison, and despite their best efforts? I'm the one who's free, not them. The black, is my home. Not some silly Lumifao orbital."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "That is a good way to think of it, I believe." Lolita agrees. "Freedom from societal confinement is a special type of freedom." She smiles, then says. "Hmm. A very handy setting then for when you're out in the wilderness and in need of a multitool for such matters." She glances over, looking thoughtful. "...I would believe...that you would dance in zero-g." she says with a faint smile.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "I may or may not dance in Low gravity."And a noddle, as she points to the prdo. "Then all the way to the right, and thats your maximum focus. It won't cause a large wound, but it'll penetrate quite well. When all you need to do is depressurize a spacesuit for instance, it's really fantastic for that. Not ship bulkheads like in here, but it'll do a number to most body armor."And a little nod that "Oh and the amount of shots you have err, sweep the safety on and off. It'll show up on the back for a few seconds, just be mindful you have an internal battery. So when it's drained, you need to have a backup plan."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita obeidently flips the switch the other way until it clicks into place, then sweeps the safety to check how many shots are listed, hoping she can translate the number somehow. She really needs to learn Galactic standard arabic numerals or something! "I see...what type of power does it need for a draw? Perhaps I could recharge it from my own reserves in an emergency?"

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Not much, but the Prdo doesn't have it's own voltage regulator. As it's charged by the sun, theres usually not enough to need one, but if you tried shoving juice in there it's more likely to blow up on you than anything. Thats the big tradeoff between internal cells and external. Internals are going to usually have more power per shot, and more in reserves. However once you run out? I mean the Agot 81's are external, and pack a huge amount of firepower, but even on a C model which is the largest counter of the whole 81 series we're looking at one hundred twenty from a far larger battery."Coco gives a little shrug at that. "I'd offer to make you an 81, but that might be a little hot for you just yet. They're not something I'd consider easy to pick up, maybe in a few hundred years?"Because, well even Coco can be a bit pretentious at times.

    "Anyway by all means go your own way for armaments, I just wanted to get you something reliable to at least start with. Brawling can only get you so far out here, everyone needs a good sidearm."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "Mmm. Yes. Exploding bad, sunny days good." Lolita says dryly as she looks the pistol over then stands up in front of you. "I appreciate all of this, Coco. May I thank you in the way of my people?" she says, a faint twinkle in her eyes. And, well, if she's allowed, this means snuggling the moth girl in a gentle hug. Both because she's thankful, but also a bit curious what it feel slike exactly.

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Well sure tha-"And then well she's pulled into a snug and, well that floof is stiffer than would be expected most likely. It starts off soft enough but it's stiff enough to cushion her against the inside of her armor. Beyond that well, she's got an exoskeleton so she's hardly the most snuggable thing ever but she's hardly covered in sharp pokey plates or anything. "Well then."She summarizes, giving those wings a little flutter as she rights herself. "Loli, you are -most- welcome. I'm happy to help, and truly I mean that. Not everyday you meet somone this, new to everything."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    As rough as it is, Lolita doesn't seem to mind...considering her hide can take tank rounds, a little roughness doesn't bother her at all. She steps back after the hug though, smiling. "You are a very knowledgeable and patient teacher, I'm quite lucky to have someone so experienced to show me the ropes, as they say." she says cheerfully. "And to provide you with, as they say on my world, a true 'noob' for which you may grace your knowledge."

Captain Coco has posed:
    Offers a dismissive wave, before offering a cough and a flutter of those wings. "It's nothing. Ignorance is a curable condition, and stupidity is not. Ignorance is nothing to be ashamed of, it's the natural state of things when you're new. Now why don't you run along to your friends, and I'll send along the star charts for this job. They can decide to come along or not, and at that point my kindness will hardly be entirely selfless."And a little shrug, as she waves vaguely towards those packing slips. Enough to get the attention of a passing droid, who obediently gets to work cleaning up the mess. "If I hadn't had company I would have just spent the whole time sleeping anyway, it was good to have you by."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita grins. "Well, we can't have you oversleeping." she says gently, then spins the pistol on her finger before tucking it under her arm for the moment, scooping up her Thing and her parasol. "Thank you for a truly lovely afternoon....and I shall look over the charts as best I can. I shall be happy to accompany you if my schedule doesn't change over the next few days, especially if I can convince Starlord to accompany you in the Milano for salvage rights.


She touches her fingers to her little tophat. "And by all means, if you simply would enjoy the company, feel free to call me and I shall visit again, if I don't come over myself before then."

Captain Coco has posed:
    "Indeed. Until next we meet, may you bask in the effervescent gaze of Lumi." Coco offers a little flare of the wings followed by a picture perfect copy of a gesture she saw earlier, a curtsey. "Petty officer, escourt our esteemed guest back to the dock."Most of the droids seem to have rankings, only this fellow is lime green. Anyway, once bidden it obeys dutifully.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    With a last cursey and a wave, the dark-haired mecha turns to follow her guide back out to the gangplank of the ship. It's been a nice day, she feels. INformative and quite pleasant company and conversation. She'll have to return soon....