Raven (DMN) Jul 24, 2014 11:54:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 11:54:15 GMT -5
It was a shame and waste to see the beauty of a vessel just laying there motionless, void of any previous life it formally had. It almost made the heartless weep as he looked down upon it from a cliff, taking off his hat and holding it close to his heart. The wind picked up brushing against his shadow textured hair. A low rumbling, almost whistle like noise could be heard from the downed ship. There were breaches in the hull that made journeying from the world's surface into the depths of space impossible. He had repaired all targeting defense systems, the engines, and electronics with assistance from the ship's AI, who was also named Raven. The flirtatious computer programmed enjoyed showing off her... "Body" to passerby ships and other beings, as well as picking apart hostiles with her twelve chain defense guns. November often agreed with her that the AI and the ship were one in the same. When someone tells her that her body is outdated, she scoffs and ceases communications with said person, and if said person was enjoying a ride in her, they may feel the tingly sensation of being ejected into space. For years she was his only companion on the edges of known space, which is the reason he desires for the ship to be made space-worthy again, to fly with her once more, or rather forever if he could help it.
November Frost's glowing white eyes examined the hull, finding each breach along her body. Along Raven's midsection was a long tear in the hull's armor. Shivers went down his spine as he moved down the cliff to get a closer look. It would take a large amount of metal to repair her to her former glory (as well as additional 8 defensive chain guns to replace damaged ones). Such materials couldn't be stolen by Frost as he'd done with other materials. Such parts were... big.. and heavy. He couldn't form a corridor wide enough for them, meaning he would have to pay quite handsomely for it. This wasn't the problem. There was a large quantity of orichalcum (only a few crates, but still a lot with the metal's rarity) within the cargo hold. The problem lies in the fact he was a heartless, and couldn't hide that fact from most. His figure was literally shady and untrustable. November grumbled and leaned against Raven's hull, tracing his finger around his mask in thought. He would have to get help, someone who could trust November, vice versa.