Post by Fokamune "Fortune" Henderson on Jul 4, 2012 20:01:12 GMT
In the local shop were a small number of ships. It was your usual small shop; kind of dirty, an occasional worker with questionable experience, and complementary lolipops. You know, for the kids. One of these ships belonged to Fortune. Small and sleek, it was silver on the upper portion of the body, and blue on the lower portion. The rear ended in three prongs, housing the thrusters.
The ship was here because Fortune just bought a special, new system for it. The ship is also new as well. But it was a cheap ship. A new, cheap ship, mind you, but still cheap. The system itself would use Fortune's telekinesis to boost the ship's maneuverability. At this point, Fortune couldn't utilize it much. She only had her telekinetic implants for a little under a year, and most of it was just getting used to it. However, better buy the system now and get used to it. At least, that was Fortune's intention.
Speaking of Fortune, where was she? She wasn't at the shop. In fact, she hasn't so much as even ridden the ship yet. She was in her apartment, asleep. Her small, brown apartment wasn't much. But it suited her purposes well enough. Even if it was uncomfortably brown. Well, a brown with a green tint. It was this that was the reason Fortune didn't like the room color. But she was asleep, as mentioned before. She simply slepted on top of the sheets, and was in her blue and white pajamas.
The phone rang. It was modeled after the basic phones of the past (relative to Avior), roughly 2080 era. These phones offered good reception, being completely wireless, but had none of the camera functions of most other phones. It was a cheaper to build machine and... well, now is not the time to discuss phone history. The woman rolled over picked up the phone.
Post by Fokamune "Fortune" Henderson on Jul 5, 2012 0:19:02 GMT
"I hear you... *yawn*What is..."
"I'M OUTSIDE THE DOOR! I only called to wake you up!"
The dark skinned woman rolled out of bed and stumbled onto her feet. Her long hair was a mess; a textbook case of bed head. She walked-waddled over to the door and quickly opened it. The man on the other end of the door was not impressed at Fortune's lack of hospitality.
Ah, the man. A young man of a dark complexion. Much like Fortune's skin. He stood an inch shorter than her, but his thick, wooly hair gave him the extra height. He sported a smooth looking thin jacket that was opened and silver in color. Under it, black jeans and a green and grey checkered shirt. Fortune's brother was never one for color coordination.
"Ah, yes, leaving today. *yaaawwwn* Sorry, I slept late."
"You were supposed to see me off, Fortune." His tone denoted slight dissappointment. In his sister, mind you. Fortune shook her head, then looked at the digital clock.
"You have six hours, Otto. Even the wait isn't that long at the port."
"I just thought you'd be up by now. Come on, get ready."
Fortune walked off, preparing to get ready. Meanwhile, Otto helped himself in. He spottes something on the floor, a black photo album. In it were various pictures of the family, some even as old as 20 earth-years. There were a lot of pictures of their father too, back when he was alive. Thumbing through the album, each photo brought up a memory. The birthday parties, the family moments, the Mastiff that ran away when he was 13. Not all were happy memories.
If he had to guess, it seemed Fortune looked through the book last night. Time escaped her, and an unknown amount of time passed. He realized he himself suffered this when he noticed Fortune sitting by him on the bed. Safe to say, the two shared many happy memories. And now, Otto was heading to Maia to start up ambusiness. He didn't know when he would see his sister again. The feeling was mutual for his sister.
Post by Fokamune "Fortune" Henderson on Jul 5, 2012 15:54:53 GMT
Fortune drove Otto to the port. It was a rather uneventful drive, really. It was a 20 minute drive from her apartment, done mostly on the highway. This old hovercraft Fortune got from a police auction was dependable enough, she thought. It was a grey '60. Thankfully, she was able to buy this. With her budget at the time it was either this, or the larger black one that was used in a vehicular homicide case. That bit of information aside, this one was a little better looking. And didn't have a bullet hole in the door.
Otto had helped Fortune get this car, actually. He chipped in some of his own money to help Fortune get it. Huh, Fortune's attempt to take her mind off of her brother leaving wasn't working. They've had a good relationship up until now. Moving out from their mother's house was one thing, but they were at least on the same planet. In fact, Otto had spent the previous week back at mother's. Fortune was there a bit of the time, but, of course, the mother would express sadness over a child leaving.
Leaving for another planet... she wondered if people from centuries ago had a similar problem. Relatives leaving to make a name for themselves, but at least could call, or write, or...
She was missing Otto already. And he was only right next to her. Who's to say how she will deal when he was light years away. Otto felt the same way. He wished they could go together, but Fortune wanted to be a pilot. Her training went very well. Fortune was no amateur ace pilot, but she was still fairly good. Fortune loved it, every second if it. And it shown. Part of the reason she gotten the implants for telekinesis was so she could use the NTM System.
The drive was, save for the occasional few moments of talking, silent. Better toughen up for the farewells.
Post by Fokamune "Fortune" Henderson on Jul 7, 2012 20:12:18 GMT
The Spaceport was, compared to others, mid sized. It was once an airport, but it was bought by another company. It was expanded to more accomidate not only in coming and outgoing shuttles, but also the additional passengers. The most noticeable addition were 15 ramps, used to aid in the launching of shuttles. Mind you, this is a midsized port, as many larger ones house upwards towards 30.
It was a few minutes before the two siblings had to part. They were talking, but both were still anxious about the trip.
"Look, Otto... you're still my baby bro, right? "
"Please don't call me baby bro."
"I'm gonna give miss Fortune misfortune."
"Okay, okay. Don't get so serious."
"Get more serious. And, really, are we going to part ways with this kind of batter?"
The two hugged each other. The hugging was uncomfortably long, but who knew when they will meet again. But they soon seperated.
"Fortune, I'm really gonna miss you. "
"Yeah, me too. Look, Otto, we may be going different ways, but we gotta keep in touch. Watch out for space pirates too."
"Heh heh... you too. Especially space pirates, Ms. Pilot."
With that and a wave, Otto left, carrying only two suitcases, filled with his "essentials". Fortune watched her younger brother leave through the terminal. She saw him go on shuttle. She saw the shuttle launch into space. She stared at the last point she saw the shuttle fly off into space. -------
The next day, Fortune visited the shop. She checked out her ship, admiring it. Not so much the look, but the fact it was hers. However, it needed a paint job. Personalize it more. Make it her.
This is the stepping stone to bigger things for her. Her very own ship to pilot. Black and navy, it would be painted. Named too. She considered a number of names before settling on one. Giving it, she waited for two more days before the painting was completed. She was giddy, Fortune was. But not too giddy to prevent her from renting a garage to keep her new ship. Her license was up to snuff, and won't be expired for some years. However, she was on the hunt for jobs.
But for the moment, she looked at her ship. The blue darkened, the silver turned to black. And on the sides were large, white lettering.
Miss Fortune 1 Of X
"When Otto hears about this he's so gonna laugh and complain at how cliche the name is."