Leafwright ships

[cj]

a little shop situated in the middle of nowhere floating on a small chunk that broke off of orlandia only those who know where to look and how much to pay will be able to find it

[mizcryptic]

Morrigan touched down the Crypt, throwing her helmet and goggles into the cockpit and swinging her legs over and out. She gritted her teeth in frustration as she ran her hands in the gashes of her fighter. "I'm going to kill that flying son-of-a-snake." The right wing was ruined. She was surprised she escaped with her life.

She had sought down the pirate Carver, in search of her friend. He offered the information of her friend for information for the schematics of OSDF ships, or beating him in a game of chess. As she was somewhat older than Carver, she thought it'd be a piece of cake. So, she refused and fought him in ceramic battle.

She lost. So, him and his calvary chased her through the underside of Orlandia. She trashed her right-side wing in the process. Since she went looking for Carver without clearance from OSDF, she couldn't have an Official Orlandian mechanic look at it.

"Hey Soles!" She called out, but the wind whipped through the shop in an eerie silence. She noticed schematics and notes everywhere. "Soles, what are you working on, now?"

[cj]

none of yer damn business he says as he walks out and begins eyeing the busted ship
what the hell you do to it run it thru a blender

[mizcryptic]

Her quizzical expression faded to a scowl as she tossed him a satchel of coins. "Your little tip to go find that pirate, Checkmate Carver, led to me being chased through the underside of the city. The rock tore up my right wing." She brushed the lettering that read 'Cryptic', which was now mauled and nearly scraped all the way off.

"Carver is looking for a fighter-for-higher, named Skye Wulfe to run a guild for him, and he wanted me to get him information on some OSDF ships." Her gaze flitted back to the ship designs. "You wouldn't be knowing what he's up to, would ya Soles?" She pulled a few extra coins from her pocket and played with them idly.

[cj]

maybe i do maybe i don't my minds a little fuzzy these days anyway the wings toast and your gonna need a few new stabilizers as well it will take me a few days to get the stones

[checkmate]

Carter sat in the back office by the window listening to Soles talk to Cryptic, the "White Knight" as he had come to call her. He listened for a few minutes then remembered that he was expected for a meeting in Sual or something later so left, leaving a bag of coins and a tracker, soles will know what its for. He thought jumping out the window to the next roof over.

[mizcryptic]

Morrigan slapped the extra coins down on a nearby work table. "Whatever Soles. Here's your tip."

She took out her small notebook and jotted down an address. "When you finish, I need you to call a tow-ship to take it back to the nearest OSDF hangar. They're recalling all the ships for an inspection."

She studied the engineer for a moment. He was young, but she usually never trusted anyone else with her ship. "Look Soles. I'm an officer for Orlandia, but I want something more, and so do you. I know you do. We wouldn't be dealing with Skyrates if we didn't think it'd get something out of it. And, I think something's beginning to change in Orlandia..." She trailed off, tearing out the piece of paper and handing it to him.

"I heard one of Checkmate's men mention the gypsie camp, Sual. Since we pilots are being given time off during the inspection, I'm going to drop my stuff off at Destiny Crossroads and head over. You can contact my satcom if you have any problems. "

She heard the roar of the public transpo she'd called earlier, touching down outside. "Oh, the detailing on the side where it said 'Cryptc...Change that." She mused for a moment before adding. "Change it to 'The White Knight'". It was time to rumble with the Chess King again.

[cj]

well this is turning into an interesting set of event he grumbles as he walks back to his office to countinue the conversation with carter only to find his gift left behind. wonder whats got him so worked up he remarked looking at the tracker oh well better go find a place for this

[cj]

after the install soles walks over to the hidden trap door flips it open and stands on the platform as it decinds in to the hidden cavern below he looks over he newest and quiet possiably greatest project ever the queens gambit the ship to surpass all ships its taken two years to build but its close to being finished as the platform came to a stop he also looked at his own personal fighter the rooks edge with its black paint glimmering in the sun or mabey those where the blades instaled on the wings sitting next to the edge was its white twin the rook value speaking of which hex he cried out where are ya

[rihdan]

She quickly sits up at her desk where she had laid her head down a few hours earlier. Stupid girl never goes to sleep at decent hours, preferring to play with experiments she can think of. She hits her head on the lamp she had moved over her work area. "OW!" She cries. She hears Soles call her name again. "Oh, I'm in here, hold on, just in the middle of um..." She hesitates as she struggles to stand and walk out of her cluttered area. " Im just... working... on some things.... GAH!" She exclaims as she trips over a cable that managed to wrap around her leg. She lands near the flap of the blanket, painted with the words KEEP OUT!, that she had hung as a door to her workarea. She sticks her head out and holds the flap out of the way just enough to where she could see Soles, and he could see her head... on the floor. "I'm ok. Just uh... tripped." She stands slowly and brushes herself off and walks out. "What'cha need?" She says as she turns to make sure the blanket-door falls back into place completely.

[cj]

morrigan must have said something to tick carter off not only did he trash her wing but he had me place a tracker on it too but thats besdie the point ima gonna need a few lowclass stones to fix the wing so if you could get on it id be much ablidged when ya get finished with that let me know ill take ya out on another practice flight

[rihdan]

"Ok, boss. No problem, oh wait, I think I already have some done," She says as she ducks back into her workplace. "Yeah," She calls loudly, "I have 7 small floaters already made. I got bored last night. How many did you need?" She comes out holding onto a weighted lead box which contains the stones she had already made.

[cj]

4 will be fine, just set em aside then well launch when your ready.
well use the side exit

[rihdan]

"Kay!" She hurriedly opens her box to grab the four stones needed by Soles. She chucks her box back into her workplace through the curtain door. It crashes into something which knocks another thing over which sends what sounds like a box of pebbles crashing to the floor. She cringes with the sound. "Oops." She shrugs and runs to follow Soles to Morrigan's ship.

[rihdan]

She runs over to Morrigan's ship and shakes her head. "Gosh, Boss. Carter really messed 'er up bad. Makes me wonder why she is chasin him down again... and this time without a ship... I certainly don't think she is being very smart with him. I mean, I know he does bring you a lot of business, but He strikes me as a very conniving, calculating, logical guy. Like, he would stop at nothing to get what he wants, but is very capable of being lazy and still getting what he wants..." She scrunched her face up as she thought about her encounters with him. He was always polite, nice, and kind to her, treated her like a little girl sometimes though she was older by nearly 2 years, but, something about him made her cautious and want to never do anything to piss him off, yet, sometimes, ok majority of the time, she just wanted to strangle him. “When is he supposed to come back anyways? He left dirt on the kitchen table from his nasty boots and I have half a mind to beat him with a lead pipe. Every time he is here he leaves a mess. Almost like he is used to and expecting me to clean up his messes.” She threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “What does he think my job here is? To clean and make him food which he doesn’t even thank me for? ARGH! Eats all my cheesecake, leaves a mess, and doesn’t even have the decency to even give a grunt of gratitude.” She takes a deep breath and visibly calms herself. “Sorry Boss, just… Did you see the state of the kitchen table after he left last time? Even just thinking about it earlier made me think I heard him and that he was here while I was taking a naa-aa-aa… I mean, working on that Booster experiment I was telling you about last week.” She sighed as she ran a hand along the damaged wing. “If he leaves one more mess next time he is here, I’ll chase him down myself and drag him back by that ear of his and make him lick it clean.”