Party Time?

[Dire Wolf]

Kris gave a long sigh as the lines of the hyperspace tunnel dissolved into the passing lines that where stars, which eventually devolved to the small points of dots that were light years away. The light from the stars that the black void that was before Kris' eyes was thousands of years old, all of those stars could have winked out years ago and she'd have been none the wiser. The woman had no clue why that intrigued her so. Her eyes drifted about the stars until they finally rested on the object of her presence in the system, a mamouth piece of rock and magma, Zeltros.

She shuddered at the thought of actually landing on the planet. The woman had heard stories of what the Zeltron's did... and how. It was nothing malevolent, oh no, the entire world was a constant party. Kris would probably want to make a stop at a few of the cantina's for a drink here or there, but she'd have to be ever careful of those red skinned hedonists. They had powers... emotional projection. They could bend her emotions to their will, make her happy, sad... or lustful. That, and they could release pheromones from the pores of their skin... making her have certain desires that were hard to resist.

Little did the woman know, she was immune to such things. Emotional projection at least. Droid's didn't have minds, or emotions, to manipulate. Her programming was molded to immitate human behavoir at every circumstance, including behavoir while under the influence of other chemicals; alochol, drugs, and of course... pheromones. So she was immune to them, but at the same time she wasn't. Its odd.

The brown eyed woman gave a long sigh as she angled the nose of the ship down towards the planet, watching the red-orange lightshow as her ship pushed itself through the upper atmosphere of Zeltros. It wasn't long until the ship had finally touched down on the planet, and with another sigh she got up and walked about the ship until she found Blue. Putting herself as far away from the flashing neon colored holograms that were strewn about the space port.

"Blue... there was something I wanted to go over with you before we go down... there," Kris said cautiously as she looked up at the massive crab. "The Zeltrons are hedonists, and their racial powers only add to their lifestyle," she went on to explain emotional projection and pheromones to the man. "Umm... if I start acting... strange... can you hold me back? No matter how badly I say that I don't want you too," the woman asked, trailing off timidly. She knew what the Zeltrons would probably put her through, or try to, and it would be good having Blue around to protect her.

[Dutch]

A feint clink and chinking of metal on metal could be heard from just outside the sandy quarters of the captain. Standing huddled over a workbench with a single light, Blue worked meticulously on a project he'd been working on for this entire trip to Zeltros. A hydrospanner in one hand, and the other moving pieces as needed, it wasn't long before his little project had been completed. Just as he finished he picked up Kris presence with his antennae.

"Enter, Kris."

Clacked the Tarc as he turned to face his friend. He would click occasionally as she spoke of the planet and it's people, a group he was not only unfamiliar with. His antennae would swivel and twitch as she spoke, curious to meet these people.

"All flesh-sentients seem to indulge in physical pleasure too much. A great weakness, and a joke to non flesh.

Blue clacked disapprovingly but wagged his antennae sideways once shrugging then turned away from Kris for a second. His hand grabbed the project he had been working on, and handed to Kris.

"This is blaster I found in the ship, something the Falcon's must have left. I have modified it to fit your hand, and boost it's power by a little. If I'm separated from you, it is very important to keep this on you."

He nodded and clacked, showing his seriousness about that. Blue patted Kris on the shoulder once before moving around her and out of his room towards the ramp, punching the hatch button before clacking at Kris to hurry up, the sooner they stocked up and got a new set of coordinates, the sooner they'd leave.


(OoC: Sorry if it's a tad short, and fyi, the blaster is one of these Link!

[Zarkan]

Sylbia smiled at Ki as the small blue droid skittered across the dash of the small freighter as the slim cyborg angled the TL-22 freighter for the rough entry into the atmosphere of Zeltros. "No, I'm not sure this is a good idea Ki, but we need supplies." Sylbia said as she reached over to Unlock the Air brakes. "Could you please get the hover Dolley ready, Thank you." The hull of the ship began to glow as it descended through the gas of the world and swooped like a gull into one of the virtual city of hanger bays.

Her hands flew over the panels before and above her as she shut down the vessel all the while the Lights and flickering holograms of zeltros could be seen through the hanger opening. Sylbia sighed as she stood and stretched her back before lifting up the helmet of her environment suit. She studied her reflection in the mirrored blue visor of the helmet her eyes the same shade as the mirrored plastic almost disappearing. A sharp hiss blocked out all sounds for a moment as she locked the helmet into the airtight color of the suit. Her eye's focused quickly on the small sparse hud squeezed in a small area at the top of the visor ensuring that all was fair before she turned and slid out of the small cockpit into a narrow corridor and strait into the cargo bay.

Her small blue droid chirped at her as she stopped and leaned on the dolly before reaching down and patting the spider like droid on the rear of it's carapace. "Lets go ki, I don't want to spend anymore time than I have to on this world. Why don't you ride on this save your actuators the work." She said smiling behind her visor as the small droid did a small dance before settling down on the floor of the skid. Sylbia strode to the end of the cargo hold to release the cargo ramp before pulling the hovering skid out into the bay floor and closing the ramp behind them. Only the small clicking of Ki's legs on the skid alerted others in the hall that they where there. Already the filters of her suit began popping up warnings of "environmental contamination." The first real sign of the pheromones of which at the very lease she was immune to.

As she walked down the hull sylbia glanced from side to side thankful that few took notice of the short woman and her silent foot steps. Yet still see continued to look, she could see crew's in some hangers hurriedly reloading freighters no doubt being harried by their captains to reload the ships as quickly as possible before any where dragged off deeper into zeltros. Sylbia stopped at the entrance to one bay as a immense crab like alien that she couldn't name climbed down the ramp of a freighter quickly followed by a human woman. Sylbia tilted her head as she stooped to study the scene.

[Dire Wolf]

((Totally phail. and -.- Zark! You stoled my font color! xD))

The woman looked at the blaster with an almost quizzacle look about her face. Wasn't this a bit extreme? Even if the situation did come to the kind where blood was to be spilled, Blue would be right there to demolish anything that stood in their way. Regardless, she nodded and flipped the saftey on her pistol before stowing it in her waistband of her ragged slacks. Which reminded her... she needed to find a way to get new clothes. Clothes that weren't ragged, old, or never changed in far too long, "alright Blue. I hope that I never need to use this." The woman trailed off, nearly shuddering at the thought of being split up from Blue on this planet.

Kris lingered in the room for a few more moments after Blue patted her on the shoulder and left. There was just something about the sandy room that she just, well, liked. Perhaps it was just the sandy floor of the place, or it was the fact that it lacked the sterility that the rest of the ship seemed to hold. She didn't know. Blue's clacking threw her mind out of the little thought process that she'd been in, she only shook her head and hurried out of the room... following Blue down the ramp.

The brunette woman shifted her gaze quickly from Zeltron to Zeltron as she practically attached herself to the side of the giant crab. There seemed to be a gaggle of Zeltron's all around them, each one pawing at something... be it an off worlder, another Zeltron, and even a few were pawing at themselves. Kris looked up at her giant companion and gave a little sigh, "you see why I didn't like this planet? I just hope that they stay away from us," a giant crab would most certainly be a reason to stay away from her.

Fortunately, Blue seemed to keep nintey percent of the red skinned hedonists at bay, unfortunately he didn't keep up one of them from sneaking up behind the two as they walked and planting a hand firmly on her backside. It didn't take the woman long to practically jump out of the red handed grasp, let out a little squeal, and then promptly put Blue between her and the leacherous man that touched her. After a few short seconds she popped her head out from behind the giant crab so that only her face above her nose could be seen.

Oh, there would be blood....

[Dutch]

Blue could only clack in amusement at the spectacle of this planet. No one seemed to be actually doing anything of worth. How a single race could be so... obsessed with something so physical simply perplexed the crustacean. These red skinned humans definitely put Blue off, his antennae flailing wildly to sense the sheer mass of them everywhere. He clicked and growled disapprovingly whenever a curious Zeltros would come up and touch his shell, hopefully just out of curiosity- his race was one rarely ever seen outside of Hjaff.

He began walking towards the exit to the bay the Shores was in, when a sudden shriek followed by the small form of Kris darting in front of him made the Tarc growl and clack loudly, the massive man spinning around with claws open wide. Only to see a scared looking Zeltros man, his hand still held out from groping Kris. Antennae drooped in exasperation at the lecher, the Tarc wasting no time. Blue simply raised his right claw high, then quickly dropped it onto the man's head. A loud crack and a thud followed as the man dropped unconscious to the ground. Blue clacked once in approval of his work and patted the top of Kris' head as he turned back around, moving his bulk towards the exit once more. The Tarc clacked and clicked a few times, finally voicing his opinion on this place.

"Is all the galaxy in the shallows like these people? Never have I seen such... blatant disregard for others..."

As he spoke he then looked down at Kris, and finally noticed her ragged, even somewhat revealing clothes. Some quick thoughts ran through the Tarc's head, then he realized that these were not fitting for her race. He shook his head, clothes were so foreign to the Tarc, covering up one's body seemed so unnatural to him. But, he saw it was what these people did, and knew that that would be one of their first stops. A quick couple clicks came from Blue as he pointed with his hand at Kris.

"I forget you fleshlings need to cover yourselves... I'm not sure where you all get said scraps of cloth, but lead the way, then we will get some food, then a cartographer, then get supplies."

Just as he spoke they approached a small figure in an enviro suit, a hover dolley in front of her with a small droid on it. Blue had noticed this figure since they got off the ship, not once turning their head away from Kris and Blue. Just to be safe, Blue bent low towards her helm as they passed and growled, clacking very loudly once with his rows of needle "teeth" in case she was getting any ideas of harming them. If there was one thing Blue didn't need on top of protecting Kris from the hedonists, it was a bounty hunter or a slaver recognizing them.

[Zarkan]

Sylbia shook her head a glared at the zeltrons men and women who were practically molesting the clearly uncomfortable woman. A quick touch of the gun at her waist sent the group of zeltros natives gathering around her nervously finding other things to do. Sylbia watched the Immense; to her anyway, crab send a zeltron man crumpling to the ground. Sylbia for her part mentally applauded the alien until he reached her anyway. The alien bent probably uncomfortably low for a specimen as large as he was to look directly in sylbia's visor. Sylbia noticed that the alien's breath reeked as it growled at her, though Ki's quickly added droidish hiss and appearance of two of his plasma cutters was of greater concern than the alien's lack of grooming.

Sylbia reached down placing two fingers on the rear of his carapace while cooing at him. Still looking down sylbia spoke choosing not to look at the pair. "I would not suggest the clothing shops near the hangers, the specialize in, tourist "native" clothing.". the short humanoid woman stood and shook her head. "Your best bet would be stray up towards the city center though they are particularly expensive there." Sylbia then looked at the human woman behind the crab. "I might also suggest some toothpaste and a toothbrush for your large friend here." Sylbia paused and shook her head. "I'm an explorer crabby, no danger to you I assure you."

[Dire Wolf]

Kris watched as Blue took a massive claw and bopped the lecher on the head, forcing his legs to crumple like a stack of cards under his weight. It was less than he deserved, in her mind, and it took all she had not to go walk back and give him a solid kick or three to the kidney. But no, she had to keep moving, and stay close to Blue, lest another 'person' grow bold and decide to test another of her curves. Instead, she simply fell back to the massive crustacean's side, "I agree. Just... when we find a clothing store, don't follow me in. We don't have any credits," she only to let a sigh escape her belly, "so I will have to take the clothes. Unless you'd rather have me walk around in rags during our hopefully short stay here."

The brunette watched as her companion bent down and let out a low growl from the hollow of his chitinous blue carapace. Yet, oddly enough, that didn't send the armored woman packing... instead she threw a few quips and helpful advice his way. Unfortunately, this was not her first time one the party planet, "thank you for your advice, but this ain't exactly my first camping trip here." For some odd reason, the quip that the humanoid sent towards Blue irked Kris to no end, and it caused an odd rush to overtake her form. "This Tarc's bad breath is not a result of improper dental hygene or upkeep, her voice was cold and calculating, not unlike a droid, "it is the result of the corrosive acidic saliva that is held within a set of hollowed spikes used as the first stage of the digestive process. No amount of brushing would rid him of the fetor."

After that mini speech was complete, the woman snapped her head to the side and noticed a flashing neon light, one that was attached to a clothing store. She turned to Blue and gave a little smile, "There's a store, stay here... were I'm going you can't exactly follow, Blue." She smiled up at the creature that considered her his daughter as she backed away, then turned to head off into the store. Once there, she proceeded to grab more than a few of the brightly colored scraps of cloth that could best be described as a glorified bra and ithgt leather pants. Modesty was not exactly the Zeltron's forte, as the most modest top she could find was a tank top that left her midriff dreadfully exposed.

The brown eyes woman shrugged it off, however, as she had worn less for that blasted hutt... and was relatively used to wearing skimpy clothes. After making her way to the dressing room, the woman cursed at herself for not bringing a bag to store all of the "clothes" she was about to attain via the five finger discount. So, she settled on the most non-revealing bit of clothes she could find, that electric purple top with yellow accents and a pair of matching tight leather pants, and threw them out of a window that she'd opened a few moments before. After placing all of the clothes she'd gathered (minus the stolen ones) back in their places she exited the building and retrieved the bits of tight leather. After ensuring that there wasn't a soul around, she quickly slipped out of the scraps of cloth and into the clothes that she oh-so-recently picked up free.

The woman returned to Blue with a little smile on her face, "where to?"

[Dutch]

Droids. Something Blue simply never had patience for, thanks to his culture that rarely used droids if ever. And when a droid tried to threaten the Tarc, needless to say, if the enviro suit clad women hadn't have calmed the little machine down, Blue would have stomped it. He stood up as the foreign woman spoke, his antennae flipping back to a more relaxed position. Blue would click occasionally as the foreigner talked, taking in any advice she would give on this alien world. When she mentioned a toothbrush he turned his gaze to Kris and clacked confusedly, why would anyone want to clean their mouth? How would they break down their food? But Blue simply flipped his antennae up briefly in a shrug. The Tarc nodded down at the woman and her droid as a few clicks and light growls sounded from him, apologizing for his previous actions.

But as Kris spoke, especially about his mouth, even Blue looked down at her quizzically, surprised at her knowledge of his people. He assumed that this girl must be quite studied in xenobiology to simply know how his species ate. But when Kris told him to stay, his first instinct was to follow, even though she said no. Growling gently, he nodded his acknowledgment, and turned his gaze at the envirosuited women and her droid. A series of clicks, clacks, growls and grunts sounded from the Tarc as he began to speak.

"Seeing as you know where the cloth scrap shops are, perhaps you know where to get some food, supplies, and an astronavigator we could get some maps from? We don't plan on staying long, and the faster we leave the better."

As Blue finished speaking he turned to look around once more, making sure no on else was watching them. Luckily, he couldn't see or sense anyone with his antennae, so he turned back to see Kris walking back to him. It seemed she barely put anything else on, some brightly colored, form fitting scraps and that was it.

"I thought you said you were getting more cloth pieces? These pieces of animal skin don't cover more of your naked flesh, but then again, non shell's are weird like that."

Blue's antennae twitched left then right in a Tarc shrug and he turned back to the stranger, realizing now that she probably didn't understand a word he said. A low growl sounded from Blue as he sighed and turned to Kris before repeating his past statement for her to translate.

[Zarkan]

Sylbia leaned; albeit only a few inches, down and rested her arms on the back of the hover dolly as the woman spoke. Sylbia smiled behind her visor. "I only looked for a smile or snicker, don't worry." she said while shifting her stance and tilting her head. "I really wouldn't..." She started as the woman looked at a near by shop, but the woman was gone before she could finish. "I wouldn't expect her to be much less exposed when she comes back out." she said with a sigh to the large humanoid before lowering her helmet clad head into her left hand. Sylbia listened to the humanoid speak the databanks in her suit finally Identifying the species and loading a translation program up. Sylbia looked up and shook her head at the woman as she approached wearing less than she left with. The cyborg raised a hand as the Humanoid named blue, spoke to the other woman. "I don't need a translation, it's amazing what a few pounds of computer systems can do." Sylbia gestured back at her back with her head to her back pack. "Like I said I'm a explorer, I'd suggest Lacunia's for supplies as for a astrographer's maps I have a few extra you can simply have. "

[Dire Wolf]

Kris gave a rueful little chuckle at Blue's reaction to the scraps of form fitting leather that was now clinging to her form. That is what they were after all, a few skin-tight violet and electric yellow scraps of cloth, the top of which covered only the more racy parts. The pants, luckily, covered her legs all the way down to her feet... which where clad in black shiny leather boots.

The Zeltron attire was provocative as ever... including the boots. "I don't like wearing this at all, Blue. I will probably ditch these... "clothes" the first chance I get, but for now they are worlds cleaner than those old rags. That, and they are the only choice I have... unless you'd prefer me to run around streaking," she smirked ever so slightly, "then we'll see how many of these horny menfolk you can hold off."

She looked over at the small cyborg woman as she spoke about giving out star maps for free. The bruenette could only chuckle and shake her head at that, one doesn't survive long in the fringe on the kindness of others. In fact... one generally dies quicker on the 'kindness' of others, "we'll, pass, thanks. I know my own Astographer, been awhile since I've been there... but he's the only one I trust." Trust was HUGE out in the fringe. For all she knew the shop that this droid cyborg thing pointed them to was a pirate trap.

Or worse... slavers.

The only other being that she trusted in the galaxy was Blue, and that was simply because she traveled with him. If there was one group of people that you could trust out in the outskirts of society, it was the people you traveled with. You shared the same hardships, same shortages, and same sufferings... you simply had to trust them to watch your back. Kris looked back up at Blue, "lets go, Blue... I know a place." With that, she began to head off down the street... never allowing herself to venture too far from Blue.

She didn't want to be touched anymore.

[Dutch]

Blue clacked in curiosity as the envirosuit clad woman spoke about computer machinery, the Tarc moving behind her in two steps and beginning to touch and handle the backpack she spoke of, searching for the entrance panel to the computers she spoke of. He only half listened to what she spoke of, his natural curiosity towards technology taking over.

He took note of the store she mentioned for supplies, Lacunia's- but as for the maps, him and Kris were obviously on the same train of thought. Blue instantly stopped playing with her backpack and stepped away, moving back to his surrogate daughter's side. A group of clacks and clicks sounded from the Tarc as he spoke, gesturing to Kris.

"As my little companion here said, we simply cannot trust anyone foolhardily. We... have had troubles with strangers in the past. I can't say more now, but maybe in the future, now, where is this Lacunia's you spoke of?"

Blue turned to follow Kris but motioned for the stranger to follow- they could use another ally, but first had to make sure she could be trusted. Speaking of trusted, Blue clacked loudly when he realized he didn't know this strangers name, but between Blue and Kris' usual banter, she surely knew there's. He turned an eye and an antennae down down to the envirosuited stranger and began to growl accompanied by clicks.

"So tell me, little armored one, what are you known as?"

[Zarkan]

Sylbia blushed blight blue in the darkness of her helm though of course neither of the two could see it at the mention of the woman streaking. "I'd prefer if we kept at least some semblance of keeping a low profile, thank you." she said uncomfortably. The woman stiffened slightly as the giant ; at least to her anyway, walked around behind her. She sighed as the woman refused her offer the refusal of which was quickly backed up by the giant named blue. "I will not press the offer, and yes Lucian's it's the best place I've found on this world for not cheating it's customers." Sylbia shrugged to herself as the crab man gestured for her to follow before activating her sled and following behind them. "My name is sylbia." she said in answer to the alien's question as they began to move through the ever shrinking space around them.

[Dire Wolf]

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Kris glared back at the crab as he offered the little envirosuit explorer girl droid thing to follow the pair with a hand claw thing motion. How idiotically naive was Blue? For all he knew this girl was just waiting for the proper opportunity to screw them over... which was quite possible. Instead of speaking in hushed yet aggressive tone, however, she chose to simply turn around and hurry off in a huff. If this Sylbia ended up killing everyone and blowing up the ship Kris was not going to clean it up!

Its amazing what a few minutes of walking will do to someone's temper, especially a riled teen. Her face was still written with annoyance and her voice plagued with emotional miffiness, but she managed to turn around to the pair and speak. "Blue... you can't go and take up everyone that even hints at wanting to follow us. Thats how we end up dead or floatin' out in the black," she huffed before turning her attention to the armored creature girl bluish mo-bob person. Whatever she was, Kris didn't rightly care.

"Now you, armored droid girl thing, if you so much as twitch in the wrong direction Blue here will kill you five ways from katunda!" She huffed, managing to calm herself down, she also took care to dull the point that her words had taken. "We have no credits, and no way to pay for an astrogation map that we know isn't false," brown eyes glared at Sylbia, "so stay here. I'll be back shortly."

With that, she calmly walked off into the store. It was a nice enough place, and surprisingly enough they had little to no drunken vagabonds within. Much to her chagrin, of course, she simply loved being touched and pawed at by the drunken red skins that thought she was another party goer in the planet-wide party.

She looked around the store at the various datapads that held astrogation charts. Most held up-to-date drift charts of asteroids, though not all held the newer planets. Kris slowly flipped through some of the more expensive ones, taking care to ensure that they held every last planet she could think of in all of the rims. To her surprise, she knew all the ones that it held... yet it didn't seem like it held a shortage of them. The woman gave a satisfied nod at the datapad and walked over behind a shelf, obviously looking for another thing to purchase.

Ninety nine percent of the time the astorgation charts were activated by a code at the register. Which happened to be activated at the scanning. Now, it would normally be simple just to wait for the thing to be scanned, then just snatch the thing and run off. But they generally had a kill code within the PDA that would clean the hard drive... should someone try just that. So how would she cross this impasse? Simple: she'd take the wireless adapter out of the middle of the datapad.

It was simple, really.

All that she had to do was crack the case, bypass the wireless transceiver straight to the power supply with the APU cord. After that she'd have to work quickly to take the transceiver off of the motherboard without damaging anything before it could send a "tampered with" message to the hard drive... cleaning it out and alerting the authorities at the same time. She did just that, hopefully, and crushed the little microchip in her hand. Kris promptly resealed the case of the datapad, sealing the deal.

Easy peasy.

After flipping through the datapad once more, just to make sure that all of the planets where in the proper order, she walked up to the register with a smile on her face. After a few over-friendly words towards her, the Zeltron man scanned the datapad and set it in a bag, waiting for her to pay. Of course, Kris didn't, instead she simply smiled and ran off, taking the bag and flinging the door open in one smooth motion.

Lemon Squeezy.

Kris ran off passed Blue and Sylbia, running with the best speed that her mechanical legs could lend her, and zoomed off towards the ship in an electric purple and skin-colored blur. It was time to leave this Force-forsaken planet for good... and fast.

[Dutch]

{OoC: Hey Zark, due to your business lately, and people waiting on this one thread to rp them getting in the ship, we're gonna have Kris and Blue kinda leave Sylbia behind. Maybe once you're less busy you can join up again. Sorry man D:}

Blue would clack as Sylbia said her name, a simple acknowledgment from the Tarc as they walked. He did find it amusing to watch as Sylbia or Kris walked, each one of his steps being filled by a few of theirs. But that amusement quickly left as Kris spun around and exploded at Blue, the Tarc's antennae shooting straight up in surprise as she did. As she yelled, the Tarc couldn't help but feel his hearts get heavy, her words meant to hurt to try and wise him up.

But I took you up, little one...

Blue whirred a slight growl and clicked once with a nod, understanding her words though. His shiny black eyes turned to Sylbia as Kris exploded at her now. Blue nodded at her first statement, raising a claw that was probably almost Sylbia's size and clacking it together once like a castanet. He clacked a yes to Kris as she walked off, about to do whatever she had to do to get them some coordinates.

"You'll have to excuse little Kris there, Sylbia- she has some trust issues, but give her time, and I think she'll warm up to you. Better angry than afraid for now."

Blue clacked, his antennae finally lowering back to a more comfortable and relaxed position. That relaxed state didn't last long as a small purple blur that was Kris came charging towards him. Blue knew one thing for certain, people didn't turn tail like that because they were being good. Blue's antennae shot straight up and he looked down at Sylbia. Clacking a quit apology Blue dropped to all sixes and matched pace behind Kris, running sideways like the giant crustacean he was. It was apparent she was running right for the Shores, and so he followed.

[Dire Wolf]

"Run, Kris, run," the southern accented voice rang in her mind as she sprinted with an almost mechanical speed towards the ship. It didn't take long for her to reach the "Shores", unlock the ramp, and once again sprint up the ever lowering slab of metal. She gave a little smile upon noticing that Blue was practically right behind her. Kris wanted nothing more to apologize to the big creature, but simply couldn't right now... she had to get to the navicomp.

It took the girl all of thirty seconds to have the astrogation datapad locked into the navicomp. The little thing would have all of its massive stores of data downloaded into the ship within a few minutes... but they were a few minutes that Kris didn't have. After double checking to make sure that Blue was on board she started up the engines with a few deft flicks of her fingers. The sound of the engines whurring to life caused her face to pull back into a smile as she threw the throttle forward and angled the nose up using those massive joysticks. In a flash of bright orange the engines aft of the ship flared to life and rocketed the ship into the upper atmosphere, it would take them all of half a minute to get out of the gravity well and into free space.

And just like that, they were gone.