at world's end

Ruski. Engineer. Pirate. Pacifist. Engineer on Captain Song's Blastoise, at your service! ( Also doing extra repairs on the side. Please don't tell the captain. )

[icaruski-blog]

@icadelilah

“oh -- hey, whoa there.” he lifted the huge ship part over his shoulder, and looked down on her, not because he was egotistic, but because he was taller. “hey, now, you seem familiar, miss. have i seen you somewhere before?”

[icaruski-blog]

@ichali

“now there’s a sight for sore suckers.” he, of course, was referring to his true form’s tentacular extremities. “you guys still doing the pirate thing?”

[mhxyuha-deactivated20170827]

◖ wide eyes

she sat by herself at a table hidden away from most of the public eye, quietly scrolling through the screen with quick swipes of her finger as she read small articles of the cosmic. “tsk.” eunseo spat, a smirk raising from the corner of her lips. seems like theres quite a few events happening around such as the always happening robberies, a few fights here and there that involved the government, and just the usual bounty hunting feed she keeps an eye out for. today was a slow day of jobs for eunseo, her crew back at the ship doing whatever they do while she was out in a tavern drinking a cold and snooping around a bit.

[icaruski-blog]

even with one metallic hand, ruski still somehow manages to find random things slipping his grasp. he’d just come into the tavern to make a deal with someone for a transistor for the make and model of the blastoise, and the moment the guy walked out, ruski accidentally dropped the thing, where it managed to roll onto the floor and get kicked around and -- oh boy, the captain would have his head if he didn’t return with that part.

luckily enough, he found it nestled under the chair of some human-looking person, and instead of just diving under there ( he was halfway to doing that, what with being on all fours on the floor and all ) , he at least had some sense to look up and ask: “excuse me, but can you spread your feet apart for me, miss? i’m afraid there’s somethin’ between your legs i really need to reach for.”

[icaxkai-blog]

stowaway || ruski && kai

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What he did know was how ships worked and how they were usually set up, and he was going to use it to his advantage. There was nothing of value left on Bajor that he’d need to take, no pictures of his family or personal belongings, so when the time came and no one was watching he slipped in the cargo hold. 

He knew somewhere there had to be and opening for him to hide but he wasn’t about to stay in the cargo hold so he moved in to a random hall and felt along the walls until he found the tell tale sign of panel. It opened up after some working and Kai peeked his head through as he felt the ship leave its dock in the Bajor loading area. There were wires everywhere but Kai knew he could fit through tight spaces, had done it before as a kid, and knew he took after his father who knew a thing or two about getting out of slippery situations. 

He eventually made his way through, tripping only a few times over wires and positioning himself in a small alcove beside the workers’ control system. It would probably be a long flight but he had to make sure no one found him, especially as his bracelet started off with its warning shocks; he could only grit his teeth and hope for the best as his body moved against the currents. 

[icaruski-blog]

they’re a reputable business. the captain, not so much. 

it’s times like these, though, that made ruski glad no one’s shooting at them. the captain could sometimes get ahead of herself and the first mate -- it wouldn’t be an understatement to say that ruski was a little intimidated by people like him. and though he trusted the crew of the blastoise, there was something inherently unsettling about being in a human colony. bajor, unlike the dreams of most, wasn’t a place he particularly enjoys setting foot in. already, the people who greeted him didn’t much appreciate his hand, or the face that he also wore a morph gen. ( but these are things he’d grown used to. )

so when they’re taking off and he’s checking to make sure that the cargo won’t suddenly get disturbed by clucky, or accidentally crash into bessie’s room, he wasn’t exactly expecting the ship’s own AI to tell him through his earpiece that there was an electrical disturbance near the controls. undetected heat signature in this ship can mean a lot of things. clucky could’ve laid eggs that were allowed to hatch, or the captain’s experiments could’ve --

no, no, that was another nightmare he didn’t want to deal with. with a sigh and a yes, of course, i’ll check it out. it can’t be that bad, he headed to the control panel just as the ship began to leave the bajoran atmosphere. already he was thinking of the parts he wanted from coruscant on the way to their destination; the captain could at least let him get some parts there for a few adjustments to the cloaking system, which wasn’t going to escape the navy’s radar forever.

the low hum of the engines ( a lullaby, really ) was something he’d grown used to hearing. any disturbances in it were far too obvious and -- oh, there was definitely something electrical in there that wasn’t supposed to be there. so he got to work, whistling softly to drown out those weird sounds that came after the noises, unscrewing the panel loose with the contraptions on his robotic hand --

“oh.” 

suffice to say, a human in the barely-large-enough nook in the control panel wasn’t exactly what he expected to find. he turned off the earpiece immediately just as the alert for the impending hyperdrive resounded through the comms, and blinked at the human to make sure that he was real, the cover for the panel still held in his hands.

“can i...uhm...help you?”

[fuckyeahmarlon]

[icaqian-blog]

“i was merely reminiscing, ruski,” she replied, shaking her head slightly. “rank feet was truly an irreplaceable ship mate. we won’t see the likes of him again–but you’ve helped filled the void. for that, i thank you.” 

[icaruski-blog]

“...did he die, captain?” his expression became even more somber than it had been -- or maybe that was just the stinging pain of having his fleshy hand chewed on by a cow plant. “poor rank feet! but i gotta thank him -- if he didn’t die, there’d be no opening on this ship for me, yes?”

[icaqian-blog]

“oh, he must have left before you’ve come along. you are our newest addition. what a shame… rank feet was a truly kind and generous soul. he’s gone back to his family back in… uh, raxus. i wish him well.” qian looked away wistfully.

[icaruski-blog]

confused, he raised a brow, and tried to look where she was looking at. he remained quiet for a few moments, before finally saying: “where are you looking at, captain? i don’t understand --”

[icaqian-blog]

“oh, come on… (husky? musty?) ru-ruski!!” qian slapped his shoulder playfully. “you remember rank feet… our good friend… and valued ship mate…”

[icaruski-blog]

this confused him greatly. if he could, a holographic question mark would pop right up above his head. “i...don’t think i ever remember having rank feet with us, captain.” 

[icaqian-blog]

“of course, i knew that! i love all my crew equally… baekhyun, bessandra, clucky, ru… rank feet?” 

[icaruski-blog]

“r...ank...feet....” he gives a forced smile. “i didn’t know we had a crew mate named rank feet.”

[icaqian-blog]

“come on, now, bessie–he said he was sorry,” she sighs, petting the head of the cow plant gently. “let calamari go.. ah, yes. good girl. good bessie. you’re such a good cowplant!” 

[icaruski-blog]

he took his hand away as soon as he got the chance, nursing it with a pout. “my name isn’t calamari, captain.”

[icaqian-blog]

“maybe if you say please, bessie will let go? she’s really reasonable, you know. probably just wants you to apologise.” qian turned to the plant and cooed, “bessie, don’t hurt our octopus friend.”

[icaruski-blog]

he pushed against the cow plant’s head thing with his other hand, which wasn’t coming in very handy at the moment. “sorry -- i’m sorry bessie! i just wanted to reach at the ventilation shaft behind you -- now if you please -- would...let.. go!” he let out another yelp of pain. “and i am not an octopus!”

[icaqian-blog]

“isn’t it fine? you can always replace it, or i’ll build you a new one–oh wait, that’s your real hand, isn’t it? oh. oh my.”

[icaruski-blog]

“yes -- ow, yes! i would very much like not to lose this one...please?”

[icaruski-blog]

hello, this is daddy darth with a second muse! ruski’s far more friendly than jinan, and he’s gotten around quite a bit, so hopefully we can plot something out with him too! as usual, if you’d like to come plot/chat, feel free to hit me up via IMs or through twitter ( @sockjeans_ ). here’s also a list of possible plots ready for the taking, and if you’d like we can have a thread/plot based on this list!

[bendingover]