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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] visserbasher.livejournal.com 2011-02-09 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Elfangor's not here. I don't like this anymore than you do but well, we have a job to do. Besides, it's not really marriage if we're just going into it because of convenience, right? It doesn't count." Right?

Right. Totally doesn't count.

...

"This sucks."

[identity profile] echoofaperson.livejournal.com 2011-02-09 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Yeah, it's ok. It doesn't count. Just...means to an end." He smiled hesitantly, uncertain and awkward, but willing.

It really did, but restating it would only make things worse. "It'll be like preschool, right? Finger paints and playing house."

[identity profile] visserbasher.livejournal.com 2011-02-10 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." Loren paused. "And I don't have to say what I can do to you if you try anything."

[identity profile] echoofaperson.livejournal.com 2011-02-10 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Tom laughed, ducking his head. "You remind me too much of my cousin to even consider 'trying something', Loren. Besides, you have someone already." Even if he was a crazy alien.

[identity profile] visserbasher.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I would have liked to meet your cousin." Loren smiled. "Anyway, we won't have a problem."

[identity profile] echoofaperson.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
"You can. She's on the ship. Rachel. She's tried to kill Iniss when she met him too." He grinned, hiding the old hurt easily. "After this, I'll introduce you two."

[identity profile] visserbasher.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Loren couldn't help but grin. "I think I'll like her. Wait-" Rachel. "She's one of the Animorphs, right?" Loren asked, lowering her voice.

[identity profile] echoofaperson.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Ani-what?" He frowned, unfamiliar with the word. "Is that something on the ship? I guess she could be. She hasn't mentioned it to me."

[identity profile] visserbasher.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oh crap, there she went running her mouth. "Guess not. It's a band. I've heard it in the media library."

[identity profile] echoofaperson.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Rachel in a band? I can't see that. Probably not. I mean, maybe, but probably not. She was always more the type to do physical stuff. I don't even know if she can sing."

He smiled, shrugging faintly. "But you never know, Marco went and grew six inches on me. Anything is possible."

[identity profile] visserbasher.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
More than you know, Tom.

"Yeah, I must be getting the date wrong. When everything's in your future it all blurs together."

[identity profile] echoofaperson.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. That bit gets confusing. And it's even earlier for you, isn't it? It's weird. But I kinda like it, it's interesting. Keeps you guessing. I still can't see Rach in a band though."

He glanced at the priests. "Are we going to do this? Cause I feel a major case of cold feet coming on."

[identity profile] visserbasher.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Loren followed his gaze and sighed. "Yeah, we better get this over with."

[identity profile] echoofaperson.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Too late to wait outside, huh?"

[identity profile] visserbasher.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Looks like. Come on." She took his hand and started to pull him closer to the group.

[identity profile] echoofaperson.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Tom sighed faintly, but let her lead him.

Well, he'd been forced into worse things.