Jul 12, 2024
another day another "oh my god do you only have one style of ship" yes :) i love you junkpunk rusty falling apart ship. if i wasn't so against restarting Again i'd reinstall byos just so i could also do the exterior. but its fine </3
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another day another "oh my god do you only have one style of ship" yes :) i love you junkpunk rusty falling apart ship. if i wasn't so against restarting Again i'd reinstall byos just so i could also do the exterior. but its fine </3
Needed somewhere to put my crafting tables and such and my ship was getting cramped so here we are <3 I threw a deed down while I was at it and got Anton! He sells bombs. We're cool.
Woops! *gets back into starbound and hops on the Fic Train about my ocs again* now with new crewmates <3
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“Hey, Captain?” Lyra spoke hesitantly, the drones and creaks of the ship nearly overpowering her voice.
“Yep?” The humanoid rodent spoke, biting on a piece of wire before shoving it back into the generator. Another voice piped up from the bathroom, a distinctive ‘NO!’ as the lights flickered. Another ‘I JUST FIXED THAT!’ filled the air shortly after. The captain shrugged and brushed off his shirt, turning his full attention to the doctor.
“...The other day... when we were in the Outpost... someone asked if you were in the Protectorate... and you seemed weird about that…” A brief pause lingered before she finished her thought, “What did you do before you were a captain?” An awkward smile passed over her tired features. Her hands fidgeted in front of her, yanking her lab coat ever tighter as the conversation continued.
Phzi blinked at that, then scoffed. “Oh you know. Academy things. Saaaaaaving the wooooorld....” He motioned his arms in an exaggerated motion in the air as if punctuating his thought.
“But you…” Lyra’s word drifted off as Alexis came storming down the ladder, lightly whacking Phzi with a screwdriver before beginning to fix the generator herself. Lyra cleared her throat. “You don’t exactly seem the ‘saving the world’ type.”
“Because saving the world’s for pansies and peacekeepers. Of which I am neither.” Phzi quipped and pulled himself up the ladder in one quick motion. He stuck his head back down the hatch to look at her, “Trust me doll, don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.”
“...But I do want answers!” Lyra protested as he ran off, climbing after him. “You aren’t exactly the king of goodwill, if I may say.”
“You may not. However… you have a point. I stole it. This baby.” A hand beat against the hull of the ship, resulting in a clanging roaring throughout its entirety. Phzi grimaced briefly before turning back to her. “Owner wasn’t around and I needed a ride out of there. You know how it goes.”
It took her a moment to process his words, furrowing her brow before standing up straight. She wasn’t all that much taller than the rodent, who was only a height of 4’11. “And why were you in such a hurry?”
“Running from the Peacekeepers.”
“What?”
“What?” Phzi repeated in an almost mocking voice. “I borrowed-” He emphasized the word as if SAIL was listening, ready to interrupt at any moment. “An artifact or two from a museum. You can probably imagine the reactions to that weren’t the best.”
“You… carried out a museum heist?” Lyra blinked.
“It’s not a heist if you’re borrowing.”
“What did you do with the artifacts?”
“Sold ‘em.”
“Then that’s stealing.”
“Nope. Borrowing. Indefinitely.” Phzi stretched his arms out. “Anyway. Hacked SAIL to register my bio-code and got out of there. Went about my business. Week later this corpse shows up at the teleporter all fucked up. According to SAIL that was the ex-pilot of the Onyx. He couldn’t re-gen his health without his bio-code here. But I got this, so, win-win, right? Love this thing.” The captain waved around the matter manipulator, flicking its switches as lights flashed across its face. “I can do wiring and stuff with it now. It’s pretty sweet.”
Lyra blinked in silence once again. No response came to mind at all; just a slow nod as she retreated back to the med-bay.
“COOL!” Ryou beamed as he finally spoke up, revealing he had likely only been listening to the end of the conversation. “Can I test it out? There’s this project I’ve been wanting to work on and...-”
“Go for it. If you break it, it's coming out of your paycheck.”
“Wait, you’re getting paid?” Ashton piped up from across the room.
“Nope.” Phzi chucked the manipulator to Ryou who caught it with an excited clap of his webbed hands. The captain hummed a tune as he opened a closet, adorning his head with a visor. “How do I look?” He asked Ashton, overlooking himself in a mirror.
“Looks great, cap.” Ashton spoke reluctantly, shaking her head as she turned back to her tea. Why was it so blue?
hello. ive started playing starbound again specifically because i've gotten rid of frackin universe (too grindy & Not for Me) so heres my newest ship <3 absolute nightmare to walk in. imagine being able to sleep anywhere or use the bathroom could not be this ship