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There's always been something about Kandor that rubbed me the wrong way, not that I could even put a finger on just what it was, so I ended up only actually going there if it couldn't be avoided and putting the whole thing down to some weird strain of paranoia.
I'd have enough of those to start exploiting that market niche any day now.
Still, it was a nice change of pace to use the Uncertainty again, petulance aside. Drydock doesn't seem to agree with her, or so it appeared, though things calmed down when the Cube and Trigon reintegrated themselves into shipboard systems.
Annoyed starships that think they're cats aside, it was refreshing to spend some time behind the conn. The last few months spent finalizing and later ... testing ... the Maru had worn on me a bit more than I'd expected them to.
In the end, after leaving the Maru with Hawking and heading roughly Luna-wards on their own, then dropping off a copy of the operations log with Sora - Noah was busy doing ... something. I strongly suspect sleeping, considering the sort of work-loads he tends to obsess over on a regular basis and the presence of Yoriko uncharacteristically glaring at anyone even passing beside his cabin while clearning her sidearm - I ended up at Kandor a day or two early. Depending on your definition of ship-lag and timezones.
Finding the Saloon wasn't too hard either, and I spent most of the time in the interim between then and Mal's timestamp taking a long walk.
Some say that people in Kandor have their hearts out on their sleeves for all to see. Not sure how accurate that particular tidbit of Fen-lore is, but five minutes there make you wish that was the only thing they have out for all to see. What the hell is it with most supers and wearing their underwear on the outside? Though I admit the prevalence of skintight body stockings among the female population was a nice counterpoint.
I did end up getting some novelty reading out of the deal, though at first glance 'The Comprehensive Guide To Capes - From Dramatic Flaring To Sulking In Shadow' hadn't seemed as entertaining as it turned out being.
The tail end of the whole thing did find me picking a corner booth at the Saloon a few hours before Mal was supposed show, and finding out that, yeah, they did indeed do a pretty mean taco.
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-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
There's always been something about Kandor that rubbed me the wrong way, not that I could even put a finger on just what it was, so I ended up only actually going there if it couldn't be avoided and putting the whole thing down to some weird strain of paranoia.
I'd have enough of those to start exploiting that market niche any day now.
Still, it was a nice change of pace to use the Uncertainty again, petulance aside. Drydock doesn't seem to agree with her, or so it appeared, though things calmed down when the Cube and Trigon reintegrated themselves into shipboard systems.
Annoyed starships that think they're cats aside, it was refreshing to spend some time behind the conn. The last few months spent finalizing and later ... testing ... the Maru had worn on me a bit more than I'd expected them to.
In the end, after leaving the Maru with Hawking and heading roughly Luna-wards on their own, then dropping off a copy of the operations log with Sora - Noah was busy doing ... something. I strongly suspect sleeping, considering the sort of work-loads he tends to obsess over on a regular basis and the presence of Yoriko uncharacteristically glaring at anyone even passing beside his cabin while clearning her sidearm - I ended up at Kandor a day or two early. Depending on your definition of ship-lag and timezones.
Finding the Saloon wasn't too hard either, and I spent most of the time in the interim between then and Mal's timestamp taking a long walk.
Some say that people in Kandor have their hearts out on their sleeves for all to see. Not sure how accurate that particular tidbit of Fen-lore is, but five minutes there make you wish that was the only thing they have out for all to see. What the hell is it with most supers and wearing their underwear on the outside? Though I admit the prevalence of skintight body stockings among the female population was a nice counterpoint.
I did end up getting some novelty reading out of the deal, though at first glance 'The Comprehensive Guide To Capes - From Dramatic Flaring To Sulking In Shadow' hadn't seemed as entertaining as it turned out being.
The tail end of the whole thing did find me picking a corner booth at the Saloon a few hours before Mal was supposed show, and finding out that, yeah, they did indeed do a pretty mean taco.
---
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm