Posted by Vashkilu (Infiltrator) in Trouble Makers Gonna’ Trouble
Vash was somewhere between out cold and semi conscious. It would be a blessing if she were completely unconscious, but the pain was too intense to let her mind slip into oblivion. Being transferred from Noril to Eli caused immense pain, and even in her state her body arched and she screamed in pain. Those around her were suddenly hit with a wave of nausea as her Deltan gifts projected her agony outward.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

They had beamed aboard the ship and Jai felt the familiar cold metal of bulkheads beneath his feet as he stepped forward and nodded at the Captain’s orders not to touch anything. It was a design he wasn’t familiar with and he uttered, “Sha’k’la’den” under his breath. (The phrase being a Low Orion swear used primarily by children meaning ‘damn’ or to be ever so gently more polite, ‘wow’. Keep in mind there isn’t a precise translation available and the phrase has muck more on its meaning and connotation behind the simple English we see here) He had uttered the phrase when he saw the panels, valves, buttons, and things he hadn’t seen on the slaver ships. So many little things to play with and touch….

It was often like that onboard slaver vessels, the crew compartments and the slave compartments kept separate, and the slave sections usually devoid of any interactive panels or equipment, lest the slaves get any bright ideas.

He heard the pretty lady scream out before feeling an urge to throw up, to the point of clutching his stomach and heaving a couple times before recovering, managing to keep his meager lunch inside of himself for the time being.

—Jai, passenger—