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“Nor would the body get very far if it didn’t have a mind to control it,” Ari pointed out. The connotations surrounding lower pleasures weren’t lost on him, but he was easily distracted by Killian’s next comment. He could have sat there and discussed Rawls’ theory on higher and lower pleasures all day, and he likely would have tried if Killian didn’t smell like something had died. As much as Ari preferred matters of the mind, there were some bodily matters that trumped it, and bad smells was one of them.

“Define good,” Ari quirked his head, finding himself smiling a little in response to the bright smile on Killian’s lips. “I took a two week crash course in piloting to convince the university that I could go alone. And I made it this far. But I have nearly crashed the ship going on four times now. I think passable would be a more apt description.”

Killian squinted at Ari a little when he admitted he’d only taken a two week crash course in piloting. It was no wonder the poor ship was in such dire straits, if you asked the disgraced captain, but that was a conversation for later. “Alright. I’m definitely piloting this thing, otherwise we’ll never outrun the port authority if they try to charge us some bullshit fees,” he said, turning to go get cleaned up.

It wasn’t long before Killian stepped into the shower. The hot water wasn’t working, and he cursed everything about it, but once he was finally clean, he made a mental note to fix the jammed key. Maybe once they were out in space and he could set the damn ship on autopilot. He wrapped a towel around himself and padded back out to the main room.

“Uh... you got any spare clothes? I can slip back into my old ones, but they’re a little... ripe,” he said, scrunching his nose. That was something else he needed to do-- figure out how the hell to wash his clothes. Or maybe torch them and just get brand new ones, really. He could hardly remember the last time he’d taken a bath, but at least now he was squeaky clean and smelling like soap! Silver linings.

#c: Ari #Ari Para: 001

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Ari considered that. “Not in the literal sense of the word everything, but yes. It feels that way sometimes. The microwave doesn’t work either.” He hadn’t expected much from a university spaceship in all fairness, but sometimes the extent to which things just didn’t work bewildered him.

His attention drifted back to the book in his hands, flicking through the pages while Killian ate. He made the mistake of looking up just in time to catch sight of Killian with his cheeks puffed out. Ari pressed his lips together tight but couldn’t help the quiet laughter that spilled out. His eyes darted back down to his book. Killian must have been starving. It was pretty funny really.

Ari couldn’t say that he was particularly surprised by Killian’s response. It was a practical and down to earth kind of answer, and Killian struck him as a practical and down to earth kind of guy. “I suppose you would lean more towards lower pleasures than higher pleasures? Survival of the body over advancement of the mind? It’s not an unjustifiable position, regardless of what some argue.” He was admittedly thinking aloud more so than conversing with Killian. Ari wondered how much you could tell about a person from a question like that. He lost himself to another moment’s pondering before being pulled back by Killian’s voice. “Thanks. There are towels under the sink. You can use whatever.”

Killian wondered how the hell this guy even made it out this far from his home planet-- or space station. He didn’t really know. When Ari looked up at him, he didn’t really care too much, although a part of him wondered if he had any kind of manners left that were socially acceptable. Not that it mattered much for someone like him.

“Lower pleasures is right,” he snorted, making it sound dirtier than Ari probably had intended. “The mind won’t get you very far if it doesn’t have a body to take it anywhere,” he said, raising his brows, as if he’d just trumped every argument ever speculated, although... to be honest? Killian had never really argued or talked much about mental anythings with anyone before. It’s not like pirates were exactly the most intellectual of people. He sort of knew how to read, and had read half of a book once. But Killian’s life didn’t lend itself to sitting around reading when repairs had to be done, and when other pirate ships were hot on your ass trying to board you and kill you. Ari was lucky.

“Alright. I’m gonna wash up, then we’ll take off. Are you a good pilot, or do I gotta do everything myself?” he teased jokingly, a bright-eyed smile on his lips. Regardless of his answer, Killian would try to persuade Ari to let him pilot, after all.

#c: Ari #Ari Para: 001

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Ari scrunched his nose up at the thought of sleeping on the toilet. That bathroom was cramped and chronically dirty no matter what he tried. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything that badly. “It must be a really nice ship,” Ari said simply, and stopped besides the tool storage. “Nice to meet you, Killian. I think.” He supposed it was too early to make that judgement, although it was nice to meet him, in the sense that it had put an end to his ship troubles. Not having to spend his evening at the junkyard was definitely nice. So maybe it was nice to meet Killian, although whether Killian himself was nice was yet to be seen, and whether meeting Killian would continue to be nice was a whole other story. But for the time being, perhaps it was.

“Who eats mustard?” Ari sounded disgusted. He walked back down the corridor towards the kitchen and left Killian to it. Mustard. What was he, a savage? Ari made two BLT’s with what fresh produce he still had in the fridge, left a packet of crisps next to Killian’s plate, and took his own food back to his desk. He ate and read and lost the next few hours of his afternoon to the life of a somewhat pompous galactic explorer who Ari wasn’t sure if he loved or hated. The guy had made some incredible discoveries. He was also an asshole. Did occupational advancements really make up for poor character? It was to this question that Ari lost even more time, and he was blankly staring at the carpet when Killian emerged again.

He blinked at the man and looked up. “Um. Shower. Yes. Right at the back. If you want to fix that while you’re at it, you’re more than welcome.” Ari smiled at Killian’s growling stomach and nudged his head towards the kitchen. “What do you think is more important? Talent or good character?”

“Hmm... Maybe I do like you after all,” Killian teased when Ari seemed disgusted with mustard. The repairs went about as quickly as they could go, and Killian simply tossed the broken parts out. This Delphi could get them fairly far, provided Ari had fueled as much as he said he did.

Getting back to the ship, he spotted the food laid out for him, and he thought that perhaps he could eat before stepping in the shower. “Is everything broken on this ship?” he asked jokingly. His stomach quickly reminded him that he hadn’t had anything to eat all day, so he walked to the kitchenette and washed his hands as best as he could before grabbing the sandwich and practically inhaling it. He was about halfway done with it, cheeks puffed, when Ari spoke up again.

Killian swallowed down his sandwich and took another big bite before shaking his head. “Talent. Good character doesn’t pay. Nobody cares about you if you have a good character. You’ve gotta be able to do something people wanna pay you for,” he decided, nodding his head and shoving the rest of his sandwich into his mouth. To anyone else, he’d look like an absolute animal with how quickly he wolfed down all of his food, but he didn’t really care. A few wild strands of dark brown hair fell over his grease-stained face, and he smiled at Ari. “Fhanksh,” he said, setting the empty plate down and dusting his hands. “Guess I’ll go... check out that shower before we’re airborne in case I gotta find a new water filtration system.”

#c: Ari #Ari Para: 001 #he is just... uncultured af

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Ari smiled at the sexual innuendo. His parents would have been horrified to know that their scholarly, educated son loved an innuendo as much as the next guy, but there wasn’t much to be helped. “She doesn’t swing that way, sorry,” he told the man, patting the metal side gently, “no ship of mine is straight.” Not that the ship couldn’t be bi, of course, Ari would love it no matter what, but- what was he even thinking. It was a ship. He shook his head to himself. “It only needed to be big enough for me. I hope you don’t mind sleeping on couches. I refuel whenever the fuel levels drop beneath fifty percent..” Which was perhaps a little excessive, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he would run out of fuel and perish should he let the fuel levels drop into the 40′s. It wasn’t worth the anxiety, so Ari just refuelled constantly. Last time he’d checked, the tank had been close to full.

“I’m Ari. I’m Ari, and I’m starving. Do you like sandwiches?” He unlocked the door to the ship and beckoned for the stranger to follow, leading him through to where he kept the tools.

Killian snorted when Ari took the joke and bounced it back. Maybe he’d be a little more entertaining than the pirate initially thought, but that remained to be seen. The blonde explained that his ship was only big enough for one, although Killian had to disagree. You could easily repurposed the space he had for two, maybe three people, if they tried hard enough. But the other was no smuggler, and that was a secret he could keep tucked up his sleeve for later. “I’d sleep on the toilet if it meant getting one step closer to my ship, so don’t worry about me,” he mused, continuing to follow.

Ari introduced himself and Killian debated using a fake name, but decided there’d be no harm in telling him his name. It’s not like anyone ever really knew who he was. The Black Mantis had a reputation for being one of the fastest, most fearsome ships out in space. She could come like a shadow and its crew would board an unsuspecting ship, robbing it blind, cutting the surveillance systems, and taking off before anyone really got a good look. Hence the name. No one was the wiser that this young man was the Praying Mantis himself, Captain McKinnon.

No reason to start advertising it now.

“Killian,” he said, shrugging lightly. “Killian, and I love sandwiches. No mustard, though. Gonna fix this first, so just... uh. Leave it somewhere in the kitchen for me?”

Killian grabbed all the tools he needed and quickly disappeared into the underbelly of the ship. He didn’t want to lose precious daytime hours, when he didn’t need to expend any of his ultraviolet light packs. It was a few hours before all the repairs on Ari’s ship were made, and Killian emerged looking grungy, but pleased with himself.

“Everything should be operational. Please tell me there’s a shower in this matchbox of a ship,” he said, snorting and looking down at his rather oily hands. Just then, his stomach growled something fierce.

#c: Ari #Ari Para: 001

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Ari considered the offer. The guy would give him the part and repair his ship for him, which was lucky because Ari was only half sure what he was meant to do with the part once he got it, and in return, the guy wanted help finding his own ship. Which meant that somehow, this guy had had his ship stolen, which was just unfortunate and Ari felt a little bad for him. He wondered why the man needed the part if he didn’t have a ship, and he considered asking, but maybe he didn’t want to know why. There were more pressing issues. Like why he was offering more credits than he could possibly dream of. That screamed of criminal behaviour, nobody gained an obscene amount of anything legally, but Ari wasn’t really sure he cared about that either. So what did he care about? Getting the part, primarily, but long term, he cared about keeping his ship running. He cared about completing his research. And since his technical and pilot skills were severely lacking, and this stranger seemed to at least believe he was competent in those regards, Ari figured accepting the slightly strange terms were strongly in his own favour. Besides, he could use some excitement. He was passionate about his research, but lord knows it was a bore between landings.

His consideration took around thirty seconds in all, which was just enough time to make him look a little crazy. He finally gave a decisive nod. “You fix my ship, and you can take it wherever you want. I’m not heading anywhere in a hurry.” He had a schedule, of course. Everybody had a schedule; but the number of PhD candidates that actually stuck to that schedule was notoriously low. So Ari wasn’t in much of a hurry. He had a universe to explore, and unless he invented something incredible later on his career, this would be the only chance he had to explore it before he settled into the life of a broke academic. Ari had no qualms with this stranger temporarily hijacking his ship.

Killian wasn’t sure if he’d said too fucking much. He was ready to sprint the hell out of there if he didn’t get a response in the next few seconds, because the last thing he needed was to start getting chased down yet again before he had a chance to make these repairs. Either way, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t desperate, so when the blonde boy agreed, he sighed in relief.

“Alright. I fix your ship, we go wherever. If you go back on your word, you’ll find yourself stranded somewhere else, so... don’t do that,” he said, wrinkling his nose. He couldn’t trust the boy as far as he could throw him, but that was the problem with being a pirate. You could truly trust no one but yourself. But in space, it was more dangerous to go at it alone, especially when there were others like him out there out for themselves.

“Lead the way. We can be out of here by nightfall, which will be perfect,” he said. He’d already paid the finder’s fee at the entrance of the junkyard, although that fee didn’t include the little extras he’d shoved in his pockets. Not that anybody had to know, ofcourse.

#c: Ari #Ari Para: 001

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If he’d had to have crashed anywhere, he supposed Altair was the place to do it.

Maybe crash was a little dramatic. It had been more of an ungraceful landing resulting from engine failures and a whole lack of piloting experience, but the ship was still in one piece, so he supposed it wasn’t really a crash. Regardless of what he was going to call it, he still had the same problem: his spaceship was marooned on a foreign planet, and he was having a hard time fixing it. His degree was in anthropology, not engineering, after all.

The most recent attempt to fix his ship had led him to a junkyard. He stuck out like a sore thumb there and he knew it, all bright yellow and nervous to the junkyard’s murky brown confidence. Ari knew what he was looking for. There was a specific piece he needed fitting, if only he could get a hold of it. The boy was reluctant to buy it off the rip-off merchants at the port, so there he was instead, rifling through an acre of junk. The plan had sounded better in his head.

Still, Ari was nothing if not stubborn. He searched the junk piles for hours, until his bright yellow hoodie begun to blend in with the murky brown of the junkyard, and his stomach cried out for a good, hot meal. He wasn’t going to give up, and as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand, he caught sight of something that suggested he maybe wouldn’t have to.

A man, holding the exact part he needed. What were the odds? Ari stared at the shiny, brass scrap and contemplated his next move. He wasn’t much one for asking favors from strangers, but he couldn’t exactly steal it right out of his hand either, and fighting wasn’t really his style. Maybe he’d just have to ask, but he didn’t want to- aaaand he’d been caught staring. Brilliant.

Ari kicked himself internally, but externally, he put on a smile and walked over to the man. “My apologies. You don’t have anything on your face, don’t worry. I just happened to notice that you found the part I’ve been looking for.” He winced, hoping the smile on his face wasn’t coming across as fake as he felt. What even was his plan now? Subtly manipulate the man into handing it over? That wasn’t really his style, even if he knew how. He could ask outright - but what if he said no? Maybe he’d have to give in and pay out for a part from the merchants, but then he’d wasted four hours of his life searching for it. Could nothing ever be simple?

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Killian was nothing if not resourceful. He refused to let lack of a ship keep him stranded, and thus he decided to attempt stealing a ship-- but as it turned out, he couldn’t have chosen a worse ship to attempt commandeering. It’s thrust capacitor was irreparably broken, and the blast marks all over it suggested its previous owner was still nursing some battle wounds. Maybe if he could repair it fast enough, he could steal away from Altair without galactic police coming after him like hounds after a wounded duck.

He wasn’t the only one on the scrap yard. There were several people out picking parts, and he was lucky enough to know exactly what it was that he needed to get. Killian was dressed in light, breathable leathers chock full of hidden compartments, which he didn’t hesitate to slip small parts into when the surveillance bots overhead weren’t looking. He was hunched over an old engine, looking for any bits that seemed as though they could be useful when he heard someone speaking to him. He turned his face up, not bothering to pull the hood of his tattered cloak back. What did this guy want?

The presumably younger male was lithe and had a-- well. A very, very good looking face, and Killian couldn’t help wondering how often or how easy it was for him to get his way with a bat of those long lashes. Not today, though.

“Huh... funny, that,” he said, gripping the part just a little tighter. He was fairly certain he had dirt and grease smeared all over him, but he could see right through the ruse. “Good luck, it took me a few few hours,” he lied. It had only taken him a few minutes to locate the only part in the yard that had the intact capacitor. Unless this guy planned to make him an offer he couldn’t refuse, including getting him off this godforsaken rock of a planet, Killian was ready to fight if it came down to it.

#c: Ari #Ari Para: 001

The Black Mantis

Manufactuer: Delphi Engineering Corporation

Model: Delphi 1200 XS Light Freighter and Transport (Heavily modified)

Capacity: 6 (Pilot, co-pilot/navigator, 2 gunners, 2 passengers)

Although she sacrifices some space for commodity, the Black Mantis is incredibly fast, agile, and fuel efficient. She can give and take a bit of a beating, especially with a risky maverick as her pilot. The vessel has a long, pointed body, plating with a old coat of brackish black paint, and an open cockpit with a narrow viewport that juts forward from the ship’s center. At either side of the cockpit, laser cannons jut out, much like those of a fighter ship, although the left side cannon is in need of repairs.

The aft of the freighter features a heavily armored hull with a pair of atomizer engines, and the craft is armed with two dorsal and two larger port-side H56-67 laser cannons. The deck features the bridge from which the cockpit is accessible, as well as the motherboard navicomputer. Walking directly back from the cockpit gives access to the large, central computer that features a map of the known galaxy and the current star system being traversed.

Going further back is a common living area with a booth-like passenger seating, and a small stair ramp that leads into a dubiously stocked kitchenette. On the wall of the kitchenette is a small terrarium with different pods and seedlings that grow a variety of plants, herbs, and small fruits and vegetables.

On the starboard side through the hall beyond the kitchen is the captain’s quarters. Killian had a large bed, a personal computer equipped with a vector map, and a collection of personal effects. Adjacent is the bathroom equipped with a moderately-sized shower, a sink, and a toilet.

On the port side is a bunk that once housed three beds, but is now used as storage, or passenger transport. At the very back of the ship is a twin engine room from which the atomizer engines are accessible for repairs and maintenance. There, Killian also keeps cleaning equipment and a work bench, as well as miscellaneous parts. Directly at the back of the ship nestled between the engines is the boarding ramp, as well as access to the emergency airlock.

There’s a hatch in the equipment room that leads down into the cargo bay and connects to the loading ramp. That is where Killian keeps smuggled contraband, and because of the hidden hatch and its clever location on the ship-- notably missing from its blueprints-- most authorities neglect to search it at galactic security checkpoints, making him one of the most successful smugglers and thieves in the galaxy.

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