Open Space and Hyperspace Oct 28, 2014 6:30:24 GMT -8
Post by Atia on Oct 28, 2014 6:30:24 GMT -8
Oct 23, 2014 20:03:11 GMT -8 @rakshadhawan said:The Last Vargaari - Cockpit
Once we are free from Dathomir's gravity well and on course for our entrance into hyperspace, I look towards Theia, awaiting her command to take us from the sea of stars to the odd plane that lays between the lines of that vast sea, and, when the signal is given, reach forward and pull the lever that will take us from where we are to the place that will take us from that where to the where where Atia will be found.
Taking a moment to watch the roiling blue tunnel we have entered, a sight that has yet to lose the wonder I felt when first traveling within such a wondrous tunnel, I check my instruments to ensure that all is as it should be as Theia does the same with hers. Assured that all is well and that, for the time being here in this tunnel that is outside of real space, the metal box will not require our attention for now, I stand and clasp my hands behind my back and ask Theia, "Tea? as our morning ritual was interrupted by the necessity to prepare for our journey, and I know too that it is a ritual that she enjoys as much as I. Afterwards, I wonder if you might indulge me in a bit of sparring practice?"
As I await Theia's reply, our metal box continues to hurtle silently through the tunnel at the end of which we will find, if my vision was true, Atia . . .
"Yes, Nerii. Space may be sparse, but so can it be in any given combat situation. Tea, on the other hand, will take a couple minutes."
The Last Vargaari made its way trough hyperspace, like all ships do with such an engine. "Ms Dada" got out of the cockpit and walked back on the broad corridor that basically was the inside of the ship. To the right was a small pull-aside-door that she opened, and the kitchen was shown. Taking a pot, filling it with water, she started heating the base for the tea... and then decided to start Sparring.
Todays practice: Surprise assaults.
"Your Knightness, your tea is ready!"
It wasnt. The moment her mistress would come closer, she would hurl the contents of the tea pot into her face, and start the attack with a kick in the belly. The trick here would be that the water would be just cosy warm, and not burning cooked.