We're Riding Solo

[digthefuzz]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and any visitors!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: The Huntress!
When: From now-ish until later-ish?! Go nuts!

[Time to get away from the icy ravages of the planet? Or see what happens when the Huntress tries to make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs? All your threading needs are here!]

Comments

[fishwife]

Who needs a gun when I've got magic?

[Nothing quite like a lance flying through your back to throw off your groove.]

We could just kill the enemy before they land. With a giant robot!

[falconing]

[ what the hell is it with all of these magical beings everywhere are you shitting me? ]

So are you killing this enemy with magic or with a giant robot, 'cause I've got to get my escape route planned now.

[ han solo is not dying via giant robot woman ]

[fishwife]

[She pauses. And then a slow, sly grin spreads across her face.]

Why not BOTH?

[falconing]

[ g r e a t ]

... what's your job on this ship?

[ please don't say weapons. ]

[fishwife]

[She punches the air.]

Cook! But I've got plenty of these, too!

[With a flick of her wrist and a spark of green lightning, she summons a long, glowing magic lance and does a twirl.

Oh god lady don't do that THE ROOM IS NOT THAT BIG.]

[falconing]

[ JESUS CHRIST ]

Okay -- hey, hey! I get it, I get it --

[ and han shoves himself backwards to give himself some space ]

Great, talented, put it away.

[fishwife]

[It disappears with another spark between her palms.]

Oh, please. I wouldn't hurt you.

[falconing]

I'm not concerned for me so much as I am my new ship.

[ good lord ]

Neat trick, though.

[fishwife]

I... guess that's reasonable.

[It's not her fault she's STRONG.]

These ships are basically junk. I'm pretty sure things will break often. Better prepare yourself for that.

[falconing]

Lucky that I'm good at fixing things up, then.

[ sigh ]

What's junk about the ship? Y'know, from your personal experience.

[fishwife]

There's a lack of polish. It doesn't look like anything I've ever seen in the... human documentaries, or the big ship I was trapped on for a week.

[She rubs her chin.]

I found a rat, too.

[falconing]

... a rat.

[ GODDDDD ]

Where in the hell did you find a rat?

[fishwife]

It popped out of the wall! Don't worry, I caught it. Not much meat on it though.

[She looks proud of herself.]

[falconing]

[ ................. ]

Look, I've gotten desperate a few times in my life, but I'm not eating a rat.