Shen Zhou System,
Heavy Freighter Cháng Lǜ (常綠)
In Transit to Super Luminal Engine
The ship was a massive, utilitarian eyesore made long ago by the Soyuz and sold to what would eventually become the Heaven Forged Republic for hauling cargo. As far as any onlookers were aware though, it was business as usual as it had been over the decades upon decades of work that it had done, nevermind the occasional new paint. Inside though, bodies stiffened and went cold as globules of blood congealed and then froze in zero-gee. With the atmosphere almost all gone, the ship had gone eerily quiet, save for one cold sound. Several figures dressed in dark, grayish black suits had patrolled the ship. Like killing machines, they had gone about scouring the ship for survivors with unrelenting, ruthless efficiency after killing the bulk of the vessel's crew members personally or by venting it. Now, they had silently convened upon the bridge.
These flesh and blood droids seemed to be summoned by a signal to the bridge, and like marionettes beginning a show, suddenly came to life with humanity that humans would recognize. Only, even more so in some ways.
"Ha. Ha-ha," the cold sound echoed across the physical bridge of the ship. "Ah-ha-ha." Hoshiko's image began to flicker and T-Pose in their virtuality. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HE'S GROPING ME! THIS DUMB AS AN OX PEASANT IS ACTUALLY GROPING ME!" the princess's voice cackled across their shared realities. Grabbing Wen by the wrists in meatspace, she leaned in, eyes wide and wild while portions of their virtuality flashed with static, the shared processing load Hoshiko was responsible for flooding with errors. "Instead of the big titty cow, you went for me! Hoshiko! IS IT BECAUSE YOU THINK MINE AREN'T WORTH AS MUCH?!" She smiled at the man.
Heavy Freighter Cháng Lǜ (常綠)
In Transit to Super Luminal Engine
The ship was a massive, utilitarian eyesore made long ago by the Soyuz and sold to what would eventually become the Heaven Forged Republic for hauling cargo. As far as any onlookers were aware though, it was business as usual as it had been over the decades upon decades of work that it had done, nevermind the occasional new paint. Inside though, bodies stiffened and went cold as globules of blood congealed and then froze in zero-gee. With the atmosphere almost all gone, the ship had gone eerily quiet, save for one cold sound. Several figures dressed in dark, grayish black suits had patrolled the ship. Like killing machines, they had gone about scouring the ship for survivors with unrelenting, ruthless efficiency after killing the bulk of the vessel's crew members personally or by venting it. Now, they had silently convened upon the bridge.
These flesh and blood droids seemed to be summoned by a signal to the bridge, and like marionettes beginning a show, suddenly came to life with humanity that humans would recognize. Only, even more so in some ways.
"Ha. Ha-ha," the cold sound echoed across the physical bridge of the ship. "Ah-ha-ha." Hoshiko's image began to flicker and T-Pose in their virtuality. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HE'S GROPING ME! THIS DUMB AS AN OX PEASANT IS ACTUALLY GROPING ME!" the princess's voice cackled across their shared realities. Grabbing Wen by the wrists in meatspace, she leaned in, eyes wide and wild while portions of their virtuality flashed with static, the shared processing load Hoshiko was responsible for flooding with errors. "Instead of the big titty cow, you went for me! Hoshiko! IS IT BECAUSE YOU THINK MINE AREN'T WORTH AS MUCH?!" She smiled at the man.