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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-02-06 01:36 pm

Welcome to Orongo

Once those who decided to go along on the mission were gathered on the Obs Deck and had time to go over the mission briefing, the detachment procedures began.

As with the missions before, the doors to the Obs Deck closed before it detached itself from Stacy, tethered by a massive umbilical cord. Those who had been on missions before would find the experience familiar if still somewhat unpleasant, but for those of whom this was their first mission, the sudden lack of gravity and lurching feeling as they entered the atmosphere would come as a surprise.

Thankfully though, the ride was quickly over as they landed safely on the planet below, the gravitational dampeners of the Obs Deck gently dropping the crew members back on their feet. One of the walls opened up, forming a ramp to the ground below. There was a sudden, slight gust of air as the door opened as the thick air rushed in. Even so, the air felt quite warm and refreshing.

Looking outside, the crew would see the bright yellow sun looming overhead, quite close in comparison to the sun on most planets. A handful of small, silver clouds dotted the blueish purple sky.

Ahead of them stood a rather impressive looking plateau, surrounded by a tall, ornate stone wall which was covered in tribal markings. Directly ahead was a large gate through the wall, with several small stone buildings in front of it. Beyond the gates, a larger settlement could be seen. Surrounding the plateau and covering the surrounding region were numerous strange, blue and purplish trees and plants.

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[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
She blurts out (probably the first time she's ever blurted out anything...) "I don't want to get married!"
prettycoolguy: (helmless: Speaking)

[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2011-02-07 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
He looks at her, frowning a little. "You think I do?"

You're not the only one who finds this distasteful, Samus. He's just trying to be stoic about it.

He exhales, regretting snapping that off so quickly. "It's not a big deal."

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
She straightens up. Perhaps she was getting a little overemotional back there.

"Sorry. Just not in line with our usual keeping things professional."

She's just secretly worried he'll find about her... secret.

You know.

The one that she involuntarily cuddles people when she's asleep.
prettycoolguy: (helmless: Uh... huh.)

[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2011-02-07 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Who's to say we can't be professional about it?"

He has no idea what he's getting into here. It's all very simple from his perspective. Get in, get out, forget it ever happened.

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
A pause "...you're right."

Still, something seems to be bothering her that suggests she's still not totally comfortable with the idea. "Just odd I suppose. Never thought I'd be getting married. Even if it's fake."
prettycoolguy: (helmless: :\)

[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2011-02-07 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Neither did I."

He eyes her, and decides that this next statement is necessary. "You don't have to go with me if you don't want to."

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
She makes a small amused noise. There's a hint of a smirk and it's gone.

"Can't let the crew go at it without supervision. Cargn said to pick someone you trust, so I guess I'm stuck."
prettycoolguy: (helmless: Yes I do have a face.)

[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2011-02-07 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"A noble sacrifice."

Was that a joke? Wasn't it? Nobody knows, only the Chief.

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes you just have to take one for the team."
prettycoolguy: (helmless: Speaking)

[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2011-02-07 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"We'll need a prenup to decide who gets Security if it doesn't work out."

The solution to all problems is obviously teasing.

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"You can have it as long as I get the good chair to move into my private quarters."

Because she knows he toooootally wants it.
prettycoolguy: (helmless: :\)

[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2011-02-07 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd rather have the good chair."

Yes, Samus. he does.

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Technically it was mine before we paired up."

Both in security and marriage-wise.
prettycoolguy: (helmless: Yes I do have a face.)

[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2011-02-07 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Technically, it became mine when I became department head. I had it last."

Forget that they're on a planet doing a stupid mission for the ship that's going to be awkward and full of implications neither likes to think about. There is completely pointless minutiae to argue over.

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Chief, I really don't know how this marriage is going to work if we can't agree on this."

Tease tease tease. Best coping mechanism ever.
prettycoolguy: (helmless: Uh... huh.)

[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2011-02-07 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"You can have the chair on weekends."

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"And Tuesdays. Split the holidays."
prettycoolguy: (helmless: :\)

[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2011-02-07 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
He considers, or at least pretends to.

"Deal."

He holds out a hand to shake.

[identity profile] gogopowersuit.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
She feigns seriousness.

"Deal."

Shake.