Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

[Knight_of_None]

He put his mask on, letting it seal over his face with the smiling visage. Mala'konzo folded his arms behind his back. "Come. We are going to the....eh. Transport Vessel." He said catching himself from using 'Drop Ship'. "Have you piloted before?"

 

[RedCoat]

She nodded in response, standing next to him "I have. I trained as a pilot, before I was made Se." She replied, following him onwards to the shuttles hangar.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Excellent. You will be my pilot." He said simply as the shuttle hangar doors opened before them, showing a fleet of sleek silver and gold Sanguine Wisps, usually much like the war attire they were Crimson and Black, and armed with all sorts of weaponry....but these models were not built for battle. They had no battle cannons, nor stealth technology. They were upscaled for high speed, and likely to impress, the razor like wings that folded against the hull held small sensors and small pods were planted at the back of them. Holographic technology, and speaker probes. But Mala'konzo could not bare to name these bloodless flyers Sanguine Wisps. No military Aelfen would either. "What manner of Wisp is this?" He askedof one of the technicians. The blood elf turning a chrome Mechanics mask over his face. "The council haven't given them a proper name yet Envoy, but I've taken to call them Singing Wisps amongst the crew."

 

[RedCoat]

Miria looked over the fleet of 'Singing Wisps' with a careful eye, tilting her head as she frowned behind her mask "The wings are off balance. If you took that into atmosphere, you'd be unable to make any manoeuvres greater than a lazy turn..." She murmured softly taking a step across to run her hand over the offending parts "These are field modifications, yes? Wisps were made to fly armed, it was part of the design... in removing the weapons and improperly replacing them, you've turned them into deathtraps for pilots who will expect them to behave as a Sanguine would."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Singing Wisps were remodeled before the journey." The Tech said to Mala, rather than to Miria. "They will fly, in void to atmosphere, adjusting between models. They are equipped as such. Do not worry, Envoy, our sacred mission is in tact, regardless of what this Se believes"

 

[RedCoat]

Mala would see Miria tense slightly, clearly wanting to react, to argue with the technician, but she was Se. She gave up a few seconds later, taking a breath and slumping, returning meekly to his side.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Mala looked over to Miria. "Speak." He ordered as he saw her tense up, getting lead through the hangar to the the Envoy Class Wisp.

 

[RedCoat]

She raised her head back up, looking at him with surprise before doing as he ordered “Mawa, whoever designed this didn’t consult anyone with piloting experience. The wings aren’t loaded properly. It might have flown well in simulation, but it won’t fly like that in reality. The wings will shear off under atmospheric pressures.”

 

[Knight_of_None]

"You doubt our engineering prowess?" Mala said tilting his head at her, folding his arms behind his back. "Our engineers and sciences?"

 

[RedCoat]

She reached out and placed her hand on the joint between the wing and the body of the craft “I don’t doubt, I know. I’d bet my head on it. This wing will shear off under any significant manoeuvre.” She replied, still sounding confident.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Are you capable of altering it." Mala asked, rather stated, looking at her confidence.

 

[RedCoat]

She closed her eyes, running the process through her mind, before shaking her head “No. Not if you want to land in the next 24 hours…” she replied “But knowing about the flaw, any competent pilot would be able to fly with minimal risk.”

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Ah. Then are you incompetent? Claiming our pilots are incompetent?" He said as he walked away from her, the Wisp opening up.

 

[RedCoat]

“No Mawa, that isn’t what I claimed” she responded in a startling display of disobedience as she followed him aboard the Wisp.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Then you are merely looking at our Wisps and pointing out faults just to speak for your own amusement?" He said as he seemed to take her resistance without flinching. Where other Mawa would likely see her beaten, he had no care to abuse her....currently. "You are not an engineer, nor Technican. Your role is not to act as a Ship Wright, or Chief of Staff...it is to pilot my ship."

 

[RedCoat]

"If my task is to merely pilot your ship... Then I would fail in my role were I not to inform you of issues with the vessel, or to take note of them to account for them for my duties." She replied again, raising her head and expecting a strike at this point, the lack of hitting making her exceptionally concerned.

 

[Knight_of_None]

(XD what's worse, getting hit or not getting hit)

Mala turned as she pressed again, trying to insist upon him. "Show me your dominant hand." He said simply

 

[RedCoat]

She raised her right hand unquestioningly, waiting for his next move.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Excellent. I will grant you a decision. You may keep that hand, or you can continue to prattle about what I have not bid of your task, and I can remove that arm. And I will fly this vessel while you remain up here in disgrace." He said as he tilted his head.

 

[RedCoat]

She immediately lowered her hand and bowed her head "Yes Mawa. Apologies Mawa." She replied, moving to take her position at the helm of the ship, starting pre-flight checks on the vessel.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Mala moved to sit in the Wisps captains chair, letting her prepare for take off. The Wisps engines spinning up, the folded wings prepared to open for atmospheric weight. The blade like wings making a low chorus like tone as the shield generators turns on and stabilizers triggered

 

[RedCoat]

Miria gently fired the engines, letting the wisp slowly drift out of the bay and into the launch area, frowning as the yoke rumbled in her grasp, but she ignored that, knowing that to speak again about the flaw was to lose a hand. And so she opened the radio to await launch permission, punching the throttle the moment she got it and sending them screaming out into the void, before they dove down into the Atmosphere, the rumbling of the yoke worsening as she struggled to keep the Wisp flying controllably.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As Mala'konzo sat by seeing her hold onto the yoke ,managing the resistance that came up inside it, he didn't speak. His hands touching at the captains chairs rests, touching the read out controls to being recording the atmospheric descent. After all. He may have shut her down in her investigations, but he wasn't being ignorant...perhaps reckless. But to ensure quality work sometimes one would have to nearly threaten the life of their Envoy. The Tech would not be executed because this wasn't the military....but the engineers that made the model....well.

 

[RedCoat]

She grunted as the yoke fought against her, juddering more and more aggressively as the Wisp continued to drop through the rapidly thickening atmosphere, before levelling out their flight, narrowing her eyes as she had to correct an issue with the wings, retracting them as warning flashed about overload on the joints "Damn it..." She muttered, cutting the thrust she'd given the engines as the radar flashed a warning, with 3 Terran Aerospace fighters approaching, two from their rear and one from the front "We appear to have an Escort, Mawa." She informed him, even as she brought the nose around, moving them at a controllable pace towards the city and the landing pad that awaited them.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"I do hope they prepared accordingly." He said as he hit another button, logging the data away. "You have done well Se, despite your....misgivings. I will see these flight logs are shown to the Techs. I'm certain that they will be quite eager to see the anomalies that occurred." He added as he folded his hands. "They will have to alter the fleet, perhaps with...creative liberties taken." Much like the military when a model proved to struggle.

 

[RedCoat]

She didn't glance back when he thanked her, focused as she was on flying the misbehaving Wisp, even as she lowered the throttle even further, re-extending the wings just to keep control of the airframe as they finally approached the landing pad, where 5 armed guards stood, around a woman dressed in exceptionally expensive looking robes.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As they finally touched down, and Miria began to power down the ships cores, Mala waited for her passively as she was to attend to him. He stood by while she came to the Wisps doors, unlocking them and letting it unfurl. The Envoy stepping out first, his stride even and lax, the armed Terrans not prompting any dread in him. He walked towards the robed woman, his hand moving up and settling over his heart in formal greeting. Usually to another Aelfen it would be followed by a bow or curtesy...but before a mere Terran, an unallied one, it would not be necessary. "Madam Primrary, I presume?"

 

[RedCoat]

The woman tentatively returned the gesture, before shaking her head at his question “No, I am merely her aide. Unfortunately the Primary had a meeting scheduled for this time. We were not expecting your delegation for another three hours. Is it only you and your assistant aboard?”

 

[Knight_of_None]

Mala'konzo hummed as he was corrected, folding his arms behind his back. "It is only myself and my Se." He clarified. He shifted a hand, beckoning Miria to stand beside him. "We are early, then I suppose we must be tended to and entertained until your leadership arrives."

 

[RedCoat]

“Se?” The woman questioned as Miria stepped out “I was lead to believe your people didn’t believe in taking your own as… servants of that variety.”