Mystery of Sleipnir
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				Title: <strong>Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 06:15:15</strong>
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				(http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i300/Gnomez9/Tarza1-2.gif)<br><br>Name: Tarza Rayin Lyon<br>Age: 31<br>Race: Human<br>Class: Fighter<br>Height: 6"1'<br>Weight: 168 lbs.<br><br>The daughter of an early space pioneer, Captain Griffon Lyon, Tarza has spent most of her childhood aboard the Tempest, a prototype deep-space cruiser. The only time she was off-ship was when she was attending the Academy of Interstellar Flight, majoring in Mechanics and Engineering. While her two other sisters were girly-girls, Tarza was a tomboy, and this aspect has never left her. <br><br>In short, Tarza is a massive woman both in proportion and personality. She is coarse and rough-spoken, smokes like a chimney, drinks and cusses like a sailor, but genuinely has a heart of gold. By virtue of her time at the Academy, she can fix nearly every mechanical aspect on most cruisers, and loves nothing more than to be covered in oil and grime. She also has a bit of a history with the Devilwing Mercenaries...though the information on this is fragmented and steeped in rumor. <br><br><br>(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/normal_1141082380104.jpg)<br><br>Name: Risa Starwing<br>Age: 20<br>Height: 5' 8"<br>Weight: 125<br><br>Personality: Shy and somewhat introverted Risa is a girl that few people can get to know without trying. She tends to stand in the background calculating risks, dangers, and profit when presented with problems. She is also very down to earth and always looking for ways to put a little extra money in the pocket of herself and her lover. She's a hard worker and takes great pride in the work she does for customers or the business. <br><br>Background: Risa was born years ago into a military family with both her parents being part of the Navy. From a young age she moved from ship to ship as your average military brat and lived a fairly normal life with her grades excelling in technology repair, design, and creation. <br><br>At the age of 15 as she and her parents were moving duty stations they were attacked by Pirates. With little chance of survival each family member ejected in an escape pod and let them have their small transport ship. Risa was rescued by a group of outlaws who brought her to the space station known as the Haven and gave her a job as a tech specialist. A few years later she decided she wanted to move more toward legitimate business and left the outlaw group taking the few credits she had to start a business that sold solutions to almost every problem. At first she specialized in vehicle and equipment repair but as more dangerous jobs came down she began looking for a partner and recruited Tarza. Since then their business has been working well <br><br>---------------------<br><br>Red Haven was an outlaw land, not run by any goverment or pirate group but by corporations who let outlaws come and go without payment since they worked cheap and descretly. The one particular office was really more of a studio apartment. Outside was a large sign that said Starwing enterprises and the company had a good reputation for being able to solve almost any problem that was brought to them. They were known for doing everything and anything as long as it didnt involve pirates or goverments and militaries. Unlike other companies it only had two employees, the first was the owner Risa Starwing who was known for her intelligence and the way she worked around technological equipment. The other was the company pointman and partner Tarza Lyon who was known as an outlaw that no one would want to mess with. <br><br>Inside the front was setup like a regular office with chairs and couches set out, a coffee table in the center of them, but behind the business area was a mesh of things including a single king sized bed that was mostly welded together from spare parts, a kitchen with appliances that only worked half the time, and a curtained off bathroom with a large walk in shower that acctually used water rather then sonic technology. Risa sat by her computer at the front desk, looking at the spreadsheet of their business account and leaned back, stretching her body out and closing her eyes for a few minutes. Her long lavender hair fell down her back like a silk scarf might blow in the wind for a moment before falling. Silently she was a little pleased that the repair work she had done at the spaceport over the last week. It had not only paid off their personal expenses for the next six months but also put a nice chunk of change into the account. She wasnt sure how she would spend it but at the very least she decided she was going to take a few hundred credits and take Tarza and herself to a nice restraunt in a few days. They had both earned that little treat. <br><br>Smiling she took her glasses off and layed them down on the table, rubbing her eyes as she looked up through the skylight and at the sea of stars above them. She wondered how long it would be till she took their cargo ship, the Starchaser into space again. She had always liked zero gravity and the feel of space but there was something to be said for being on a spece station with working gravity as well. Suddenly she looked down at her watch, wondering where Tarza had run off to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 06:38:56</strong>
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				Tarza was working her way back to the little office, her boots striking the ground with the rhythm of her customary swagger. As usual, she was wearing a small black t-shirt that had been ripped just after the expanse of her large bosom, exposing the musculature of her torso to the world. A sleeve was cuffed up on her right shoulder so that the tribal armband that had been inked onto her skin could also bare itself. Around her hips, a pair of dark blue workman's pants hung, held in place by a strange looking belt. The ends of these pants were tucked into her black jump boots, standard issue. Her maroon colored hair hung freely, gracing the small of her back, while her bangs stuck out at random and sundry angles. Hazel eyes always seemed to be narrowed, whether she was focusing on something or not.<br><br>In one arm, she carried a twelve-pack of some cheap beer that was on sale at the local shop, along with a fresh cigarette sticking out from between her thin lips. In her throat a tune hummed, as usual, some drinking song she'd picked up at the pub. The melody would cease, and the cherry of the cancer stick would flare with light as her lungs filled themselves with the bittersweet essence. A few seconds later, a plume of smoke would come out of her nose, making this Amazon of a woman appear to be almost Draconic. <br><br>Eventually, she'd arrive at the office, and let herself in. After giving the door a nice, yet gentle kick behind her, she'd turn around and espy Risa seated at the desk. "Ahoy there, mate." She growled, that deep alto dancing along the edge of being called a baritone. It had that cancerous rasp to it, but it still had an essence of charisma despite it's roughness. The edges of her lips, holding onto the smoldering cigarette, curled into a smirk as she went back into their living quarters so she could put the beer in the fridge. After doing so, but before closing the door, she'd pluck out a can and that carbonated fizzle-pop would be heard as she cracked it open. Then, treading back to the front area, she'd lean up against the wall and look to Risa once again. The expression on her face asked a silent question...<em>'So...?'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 07:09:55</strong>
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				Risa took a minute to look through the emails that they had before pushing her chair back and picking up the local paper off the table. When she opened it up she looked over at Tarza and couldnt help but smile for a moment before looking back at the want ads. "I got paid today." she said in a silky sweet voice before turning the page. "Minus exspenses and raw materials that our client neededit came out to four hundred thousand." She looked up at Tarza then, smiling again as she reached over for her coffee mug to take a drink. That kind of money was enough to live off of without work for a few months as long as they were thrifty, unfortunatly neither of them really were. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 07:27:12</strong>
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				Tarza grinned, still managing to keep her cigarette in place. It was some skill she had, managing to keep that cancer stick from slipping out of her mouth. It came from years of practice though. Sometimes, even when you couldn't use your hands, you still needed your nic fix. "Nice." She purred, and looked down at the beer can. Hell, if she would have known that, she would have bought a 24 pack of the good shit! <br><br>Inhaling once more, she'd now take the cigarette out of her mouth, and hold in her toxic breath for a moment. Just long enough until she could take a hearty swig from her beverage. Her lips made a bit of a slurping noise as she guzzled down about half of the contents in the can, and then she'd exhale. "I'd say we're sittin' rather pretty then, ain't we?" She chuckled mildly, and took a smaller sip now. "Well..." She placed the cigarette back between her lips again, and it flubbed as she started to talk again. "So does that mean we rest on our laurels, or we press on to the next engagement?" Either way, Tarza didn't mind. Honestly, she was starting to itch for the feel of open space again. This staying in one place bit never sat well with her, though she did her best to mask it for Risa's sake. But, the business part was up to her counterpart. Risa was the brains, Tarza, the brawn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 07:42:07</strong>
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				"I thought we could go out to dinner. Nothing to terribly expensive but something nicer then what we usually have...that will have to wait till I can find some work though." she replied before turning the page of the newspaper again. After a moment she frowned and tossed it back on the coffee table before looking back at Tarza. "All these shipping jobs look lucrative but we dont have enough room in the star chaser to haul most of it..."<br><br>Just as she opened her mouth to say something else she heard a gentle beeping on her computer to indicate a new email. Smiling she turned back around and began typing again, looking it over and hoping it was a good job where they could get away for awhile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 15:39:22</strong>
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				A sarcastic cant of her head was given before Tarza asked. "What's wrong with beer and Chinese food? The greasy carton has it's charm. Heh..." Well, for a hardened sailor like her, yeah, that was a staple part of the diet. But hey, she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity for a real meal. As long as she didn't have to dress up to sharp for it...she'd be fine. <br><br>As for this work issue, Tarza wished she could get the old Tempest operating again. The massive deep space cruiser was still in her possession, lying debunked at the Lunar Interstellar Docking Port. It looked like hell, after going through the meteor field that ended it's career, and it needed some reworking with the engine. All things she could do...if she had the money. Well, who knows? One day she just might. She could give a good god damn less if she was seen cruising around in that antique-mobile. The Tempest was always a source of pride for her.<br><br>As Risa turned to look at the monitor, the Amazon would stare at the back of her lavender head. How in the hell had she ended up with this kid? It was one thing she'd always been painfully aware of...the age difference of 11 years. She supposed the saying of 'Love is blind' must have some ringing of truth in it. Still, it worked out for the both of them. Tarza felt much lighter, younger when she was around Risa. And Tarza had enough experience of sailing the 'high seas' to serve them well. A muted sigh came out of her lips as she went to polish off the last of her beer.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 02:49:27</strong>
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				After a moment she pulled up a few different screens to find three new emails and read the titles allowed. "Penis enlargment, dont think we need that..." there was a clicking sound to delete it. "Refinance your home. Dont need that either..." the same clicking sound was heard as the email was set to the trash folder. "Needing Salvage operations experts...hmm." before opening it she pulled up a second screen to acess background records of all outlaws and officials. Risa was always careful to run background checks on all their clients before accepting a job. As the screen loaded she read the email outloud. <br><br>"Ive located a derilct ship in a system near Red haven but I dont own the kind of equipment needed to bring it back to the station and service it. Payload weight is between one thousand and one thousand five hundred tons. Descrete salvagers are needed and pay will vary on the work done. Minimum pay is five hundred thousand credits with bonuses added if certain peramiters are met. Employment will be offered after an interview and check of the companies equipment. Please reply to schedule and oppointment."<br><br>Risa looked over at the other screen and began to enter the clients information into the database. "Tarza come look at this. What do you think?" she asked curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 03:11:04</strong>
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				Penis enlargement. That was enough to make Tarza snort loudly. Home? Blah! Some sound that was akin to a grumble came from the woman's throat, and she continued on smoking her cigarette. However, she did pay attention when Risa began to talk aloud. Salvage, hmm? Sounds like her forte! When Risa beckoned her over, she'd stroll up behind her and lean in so that their faces were side by side. Hazel eyes roamed over the words that her companion had just read, verifying the speech. <br><br>"Hmmm..." She growled, and took the cigarette from her lips. It was almost out by now, but she always smoked 'em down to the filter. "Might be somethin' we should look into. What parameters, I wonder. And equipment..well..." That grumbly noise was heard again, and she stood back up. The butt was ground out into the nearest ashtray, and then Tarza crossed her arms over her chest. "I'd do it. But...you're the businesswoman."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 03:51:24</strong>
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				Risa leaned back in her chair, reading over the email again before she heard another beep indicating that the background search was done. She didnt waste any time in pulling up the results. "Alright lets see what we have here. Charles McCoy, also known as Pioneer McCoy in some circles. 38 years old, no criminal record beyond a few parking tickets. Several accusations of murder that turned out to be self defense...he's got a laundry list of anti-pirate activity though. Looks like the majority of his work takes him out on the rim, mostly stellar cartography, planetary surveys, and stellar phenomenon study."<br><br>She turned in her chair to look at Tarza, smiling as she noticed the first cigarette was out. "I dont see anything to dangerous about him but I have to wonder what it is he wants to salvage. What do you think? Want me to setup an interview?" she asked. Risa had acctually already typed up a response letter saying they would take the job but even though she was the brains of the company she always wanted to include Tarza in the decisions they made even if they really didnt have a choice of taking it or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 04:03:08</strong>
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				The Amazon shrugged her thick shoulders and replied gruffly, but with a friendly smile. "Why the hell not? As long as I don't have to wear a damned collared shirt, we're peachy." Constricting outfits were just not her bag of chips....or even in her possession for that matter.<br><br>But the older pilot did wonder too. What was it that he wanted them to salvage? A derelict ship could mean one of a hundred things. It could mean a dinky lil day ship...or an old deep space cruiser. Oo! If that was the case, she'd definately find a way to make sure a couple of parts 'magically disappeared'. While the aspiration was a little hopeless, Tarza wanted to see the old <em>Tempest</em> fly again. If anything, she'd do it for her Pops.<br><br>Back to the present and enough with soggy memories! "So...when's this interview gonna commence?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 04:28:01</strong>
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				Risa turned the chair toward the computer once again and typed in a few last things to send the email. Then she closed down the majority of windows and leaned back in her chair, turning it back toward Tarza. "I set it up for tommorrow night at that chinese place you like. We can talk about the job over dinner and then if he wants he can take a look at our equipment. We should probably go armed, just in case." That was like Risa, she always scheduled interviews over dinner since she could usually get people to talk more honestly about the jobs they took on and after a few bad experiences with people looking to kill their clients she had grown cautious to set them up in places that didnt ban weapons or require a dress to get in. <br><br>She got up and stretched for a second before walking into their living area where a number of parts were scattered about. "By the way I went to the junkyard today, as you can probably see." She plopped down on the couch and pulled an old ragged laptop over that had probably been made fifty years ago. "I think I can machine some parts out of all this and we can put them away for a rainy day, or put them in the tempest." That was odd, Risa almost never helped with Tarza's ship and in fact anything she machined normally went on the black market the next day but today was different. With the large payment she had made she didnt mind loosing out on a little money just to see a smile on her lovers face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 06:19:34</strong>
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				Tarza grinned. "Nice!" Chinese food...YUM! The best part was you could eat alot of it...and half-an-hour later be ready for more. As for armed...heh..She liked to think of herself as a living lethal weapon, but that really was the ego talking. She was handy with her combo pistols, and not bad when it came to good ol'fashioned brawlin'. Nothing better than a bar fight in her book.<br><br>"Of course. Don't think we'll have too much to worry about, though." She strutted behind Risa into the living space, and she began to eye the hunks of metal with interest. She hadn't noticed them before, but it wasn't long until she sat down on the floor, sitting Indian-style, and plucking up a part and squinting over it. Still listening to her companion, she began to fiddle with what appeared to be an older anti-sublimation mechanism that they used to use for solid fuel engines. When Risa mentioned Tempy, she looked up. "Is that a fact?" She crooned, smiling. Well...this made the work all the more engaging. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 06:39:00</strong>
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				Risa didnt really answer her, instead she got up to wheel over her welding tools and arranged two of the larger pieces that looked like an old power generator so they would lay against eachother. "So what do you want for dinner tonight? I was thinking Thai take out, or maybe just get an old fashioned pizza." Her hands were busy arranging thengs for a few more moments before she put on a pair of goggles and tied her hair back, then the torch was turned on. Like an expert who had done this a thousand times before Risa set the torch on the edge of the two piecs of metal and started to seal them together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 07:03:54</strong>
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				Tarza smirked a bit and muttered under her breath..."Doesn't matter as long as you're the table.." And then she looked up from her tinkering and would say louder, more conversationally. "Either or. Pizza and beer were made for each other." Grasping the cylindrical tube that ordinarily contained the gyrating probe, she began to twist it. Lefty loosey. There ought to be a lubricating fluid within, to assist the probe's continual motion from burning out the small motor which operated it. <br><br>"Then again, I could go for some peanut--!" She was able to get the canister open, but from sitting for God only knows how long and the state of the part, the blackened fluid spurted out in a length stream all down the front of her. "Cock suckin' sonofabitch!" She swore, and stood up immediately to get the leaky part into the sink so that it wouldn't stain the carpet. "Goddamn...*grumblegrumble*" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 07:09:52</strong>
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				Risa couldnt help but giggle at Tarza's predicament but she never took her eyes off the work she was doing. It only took her a few minutes but soon both ends of the power converter were welded together tight enough so that they were space worthy. She took a second to shut the torch off and grabbed rubber sealant as she walked over to Tarza. "Here, paint that on the leaking parts and it should stop in a minute. Ill go order the pizza they can bring it over while we work on this. What kind of pizza do you want?" With that said she went over to the phone and dialed their number waiting patiently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 15:46:41</strong>
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				Looking to Risa when she walked over with the sealant, Tarza offered a half-hearted smile. "Goddamn thing...must have pressurized as the lubricant decomposed. Thanks." Turning the sink on, she'd flush out the compartment and rinse off her hands. "Uhm....Pinapple and black olives on my side." <br><br>Once the old lubricant was ridded, she set the cylinder aside and began to inspect the probe and the other mechanical parts. Then, finding a rag, she'd start to dry the parts off so that she could apply some of the sealant. Though she was covered in black goo, she seemed relatively indifferent to this fact. Tarza enjoyed being dirty, it made her feel as though she was accomplishing something. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 16:23:08</strong>
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				Risa nodded and got on the phone, ordering a single pizza that was half pinapple and balc olives and half peporoni and mushroom. Once the order was made she came back to the table&nbsp; and rolled the still hot power generator over ontot he tile where she could get into the circutry that was still inside. "Im gonna have to do a lot of sautering on these wires...and repalce a few heat sinks..." she said as she bent down and looked through the access port. She was talking to herself more then Tarza, making mental notes on what needed to be done to get the generator working again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 02:53:20</strong>
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				Only half-listening to what Risa said, she nodded her head, and then stood back a second. Dipping her hand into her pocket, she removed a cigarette from the dwindling pack and placed it between her lips. Then, her other hand went into the opposing pocket, and flipped out a golden Zippo. The flame ignited with a crackle, and soon that cig was letting of a stream of blue-gray haze.&nbsp; <br><br>"That thing have a serial number on it?" Her question was to Risa, for she was, in a veiled way, interested in the piece. It might be valuable to her and the Tempy. She didn't look at her when she spoke, but rather picked up her own project again and began to conduct a more thorough inspection. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 03:11:46</strong>
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				Risa looked around on the inside and then slowly backed out of the access port and looked over the exterior of the generator. She waited a moment before plopping down next to Tarza with and old beaten up laptop hooked up to the generator. She typed out some things as the screen changed, displaying different windows. She shook her head side to side "Nope, no registered serial number in the database, on the interior or exterior.I can show you the estimated shematics though." Reaching over she plucked the cigarette from Tarza's lips and brought it to her own to take a single puff before handing it back. She didnt smoke often but once in a great while she would take a single puff. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 03:29:28</strong>
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				After awaiting the answer, she shrugged. Blast. "Yeah, that might not be a bad idea." Was her reply to the question of schematics. When the cigarette was removed from her lips, she watched with avid delight as Risa smoked. Something about the way that she always borrowed the one that was in Tarza's mouth...the way she inhaled...the shape of her mouth as she exhaled...the taste of her lip balm left on the filter... It was one of the little things that she found inexplicably sexy. <br><br>Taking it back, she replaced it between her lips and continued fiddling with her...what was she doing?..OH! Yeah...right...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:00:26</strong>
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				She layed back so her head was resting in Tarza's lap and layed the computer over her stomache. She typed a few keys and then pulled up the screen, pointing to the information. "Here you go. This is all estimated of course and thats assuming I get all the repairs done properly and without any problems."<br><br>Suddenly the buzzer at the door wrang and it made Risa frown since she knew she would have to get up. Still frowning she put the laptop down next to Tarza and went to the door. About a minute later she came back in with the pizza and a six pack of soda sitting on top of it. Risa set it down on the table and then tossed an old rag at Tarza, figuring she would at least want to wipe off her hands before digging in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:06:59</strong>
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				Tarza narrowed her eyes as she peered over the series of measurements and dimensions of the part, mumbling some of them outl oud. The cigarette danced as it always did, the occasional billowing cloud coming out of her nostrils. When the doorbell rang, she'd let Risa get up, assisting her by giving a gentile shove on her buttocks. Then, she'd keep reading onwards until the rag thumped her in the chest. Picking it up, she began to wipe off her hands, and caught sight of her exposed stomach. It had some black dribble spots on it, which were starting to dry and feel rather odd. Not liking the sensation, she went into the bathroom real quick to dampen the rag and take off the blotches. <br><br>After she was relatively clean, she'd head to the fridge and grab a beer. Striding over to the table then, she'd find an ashtray to hold her cigarette, and then crack open the pizza box. The smell of good grub filled the air, and Tarza grinned. Grabbing a slice covered in pineapples, olives, and gooey cheese, she'd take a bite out of it. "Mmm.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:17:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Risa pulled a slice of the peporoni and mushroom side out and took a bite out of it as her other hand typed something on the computer. "Ya know, next time we go into the Hafot system we should stop by their military junkyard. I hear its open to the public...we might be able to find some good parts there. At the very least I could take all that scrap metal and sell it off for a profit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:42:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Swallowing the chewed up wad of pizza, and then chasing it with a gulp of beer, she nodded. "Not a bad place. You can find some pretty good stuff there. That's for sure." Tarza half wondered if she could rig up some new laser cannon outposts on the Tempy. Old military shitpile might not be a bad place to go diggin'. "Whatever you want, darlin'." She added on the end, and flashed a smile to Risa. Another bite would be taken out of her pizza, and she went quiet again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 04:54:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Risa reached forward and shut down the computer before setting aside a few of the mechanisms that were layed out. A mischevious smile spread over her lips as she walked over to Tarza and kneeled down, putting her arms around her. "In that case I want to finish up this pizza, take a hot shower, and then go to bed with you. We can even stay up late."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:03:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tarza watched as Risa came over, and skin slid across skin as her arms went about her. "Is that a fact?" She growled, rising to the bait. "Only question is this: Do I join you before, or after the shower? After all, I could use one too." Well..in her book she didn't really need one, but they were always worth it when you had company. A hand went to run through Risa's tresses, enjoying the silken feel of her hair against her fingertips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:17:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and played it a bit coyly as a hint of red crossed over her cheeks, turning away as she made a Hmmm sound. "Well I, uh...I suppose we could take one together. Itll save us some money on our water bill..." she said with a smirk. She was never one to approach things like that head on, always pretending that going to bed just ment sleeping by her but not neccesarily with her. Risa played her part well, always coming off as a introverted and shy young woman when it came to anything sexual but the truth was she was a little slut, but only for her lover.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tarza, on the other hand, would always play up anything to a bawdy connotation. It had always been that way for her. Perhaps it came from hanging around men so often, and sliding into the way they constantly talked and joked about sexual topics. When she heard Risa's practical response, she chuckled. "Always the sensible one." <br><br>She let her hand slip out of the lavender locks and cup Risa's face. Leaning down then, so that their faces were a modest few inches away, she murmured. "Then let's work on eating our dinner then. That way we can get to dessert." A quick, beer-flavored kiss would be placed on Risa's lips, and then she would disengage from her so that she could take another swig, another bite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:43:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Risa fell back and reached up for that slice of pizza, taking two big bites out of it before setting it back down and slipping out of her jacket so she was just in an old tee shirt and the overalls on her lower body. "Oh crap!" she whispered before going over by their bed and pulling out a case. It was a weapon case that held a few smaller items and many of the customizable parts she had made for them. "I almost forgot, Ive got to go into old town around noon tommorrow to replace an engine. Dont want to go down there unarmed..." she said as she took out a heavy revolver and began to load a bandoleer of bullets. Old town was the worst sector on Red haven but one could still find good jobs there but only the king of idiots would go there unarmed nowadays. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 05:59:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tarza made quick work of her pizza, and was able to take some quick drags off of her smoldering butt that was still remaining in the ashtray. When Risa went over to her case and starting loading up the gun, she sighed. She didn't like it when Risa went into Old Town. It was a cut-throat environment, and Tarza knew it, and most of its denizens well. That's probably what bothered her the most. <br><br>"I oughta go with you. Visit Bugsy, or somethin'." Really, it was just a lame attempt at saying. 'I need to go with to protect you.' "Here..." She rose from the table and went to her side of the bed, and pulled out the case that stored her weaponry. Primarily, she wanted to hand off something to her. "See if these will load in that thing." She plucked out a couple of self-pressed bullets. "Some home-made acid rounds." Tarza made her own bullets for her combo pistols, and figured she should try and share the wealth. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 06:10:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up and shook her head before putting the revolver in its holster and buttoning the holding strap down. "It'll be fine. Besides old towns nothing but junkies, ten credit whores, and small time gangs. My 338 will be more then enough to punch through some tough leather. No ones gonna be wearing ballistic armor...well except me." With that said she hung the bandoleer over her spacer gear. Her gear was custom made and able to take the hardest beatings from small arms fire so she was always confident wearing it when going somewhere dangerous. Suddenly she looked up and smiled "If you really want to come though...I could use some extra muscle to haul those parts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 06:22:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A frown had started to form on Tarza's face when Risa at first seemed to dismiss her attending the little trip to Old Town. But it replaced itself with a content grin when a compromise had been reached. "Sure, you know I got 'em." For added emphasis, she curled up her arm so that her meaty bicep could flex, ballooning out beneath the skin. <br><br>She replaced the bullets in their holding container and then put the case away, sliding it back beneath the bed. Then, she'd saunter back over to the table to hurry up and gobble one more slice of pizza down. Eager as she was, she didn't want it to be apparent that she was really, really looking foreward to that shower. That kind of thing was for the younger, not the older. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 07:13:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Risa returned and finished that first slice of pizza and then immediatly went into another eating it like some voracious predetor or a person that hadnt eaten in over a week. She licked her fingertips clean and then went over to the wall hangings where she slipped out of her overalls and hung them up, leaving her in nothing but a white tee shirt and pink panties. She stretched out and then started to head toward the walk in shower, messing with the controls for heating the water for a moment. "Mmmm, I need a hot shower. I feel so dirty after all that stuff today."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 20:40:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After finishing that slice of pizza, and washing it away with the last of her beer, she'd wipe her mouth with the back of her hand and then walk towards the bathroom as well. Leaning against the doorway, she'd stare at Risa's butt as she fiddled with the faucet. "I agree." <br><br>Setting a booted foot on the toilet then, she'd start to unlace her mid-calf boots. One would thud to the floor, and then, she'd lift her leg and start unlacing the other. It too would make it's way beside the other, and then a pair of sweaty socks flopped down as well. Arms would cross as she stood up straight, and clasping the bottom of her belly-shirt, she lifted the garment up and over her head. A black sports bra held back the large bosom she had, but one could easily tell that they were quite the pair. Risa would know this from first hand experience. <br><br>Then, she'd walk up behind the bent-over woman and grasp her by the hips. She'd squeeze her flesh, and push her own groin against her panty-covered behind suggestively. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 23:24:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Risa fiddled with the tempeture gauge for a few moments trying to get it as hot as she could and suddenly spun around when she felt Tarza's body bump up against hers. Her cheeks flushed just slightly as she called out her lovers name in shock and turned to look back. There was just suprise on her face but hidden deeper was a bit of desire as well. "Its..well its ready now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:18:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Great." Tarza grinned wolfishly and pulled on Risa's shoulders so that she was standing. Then, she'd grasp the end of Risa's shirt and draw it up over her head. Then, her hands returned to Risa, going about her waist while she placed a burning kiss on the rounded flesh of her shoulder. Another kiss would go be placed in the crook between her neck and shoulder, and then Tarza would nuzzle at the pulsating column of her throat. <br><br>Her hands slid from her waist down over her hips, and caught in the waistband of her panties. She'd then start to push down, taking the garment with her. As she knelt down behind her,&nbsp; she'd place a quick kiss on the small of her back before pausing...giving her a moment to step out of the panties. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:24:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Risa put her hands out on the glass and kept them there as the burning hot kisses pressed against her skin. Whenver Tarza went though these motions she always felt like it was some kind of erotic strip search only without a lot of the fun. She stepped out without a word but she did look back with a hopeful look that more was going to happen whether in the shower or right there on the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:37:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tarza let her hands move back up Risa's shapely legs, to circle around her waist again. Well, one arm did, the other continued to make its way up so it could start to kneed Risa's left breast. Meanwhile, the hand of her right arm slid down over the smooth, taunt area of her belly and to the slit that was between her legs. Pushing between the parted skin, a finger found her clit and began to move in little circular motions over it. Tarza would nibble at her neck even more, grazing her teeth across her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:47:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Risa closed her eyes and leaned back as she turned her head to look at Tarza's face. She licked her lips slowly and after a moment leaned a little forward but ground her butt up against her lover. She wasnt going to stop Tarza from doing anything she wanted to, in fact she wanted to cry out for more but she would never do that no matter how badly she wanted to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 04:00:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again Tarza would smirk, and continue teasing Risa for a moment or two before saying. "We're wasting all that good hot water." Detatching from her with a bit of reluctance, but not before giving her nipple a quick squeeze, she'd unlatch her belt and unzip her pants. Shaking them off of her hips, they pooled around her ankles and she hopped out of them. Apparently, Tarza went 'commando'..for there were no panties to be removed. Just her bare pussy with it's racing stripe shave job. Then, she'd yank off her sports bra and throw it aside. <br><br>Sneaking up beside Risa now, she'd nod to the shower. "Hop in." And gave her a quick pat on her rump. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 04:20:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Tease."</em> was all she could think for a moment before she walked into the shower. The hot water fell down all around them from the four different nozzles, making sure they were surronded by the spray. Risa breathed deeply as the water soaked her body and made the mane of lavendar colored hair hang down from her head. She always liked real showers, there was just something better then those sonic showers that most poeple were into. True you could take a sonic shower in your clothes and never needed things like soap or shampoo but it just didnt feel the same on the body or give that relaxing feeling. <br><br>She gave a pleased "Mmmm" sound as she stood in the center, her hands lifting her hair back so that one of the nozzles would spray her back as well. She reached up to pull her glasses off and set them on the shelf nearby before taking a bar of soap and running it between the swell of her breasts and making a soapy film cover her, along with that fresh scent of flowers that she liked so much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gnomez</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 04:31:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stepping in behind Risa, Tarza almost purred as the hot water splashed over her larger, muscular form. Tiny rivulets formed all over her skin, and she stretched herself out for a moment, hand over head. When she was done, she let her hands settle onto her hair, working the water into its length and massaging her scalp. <br><br>Her hazel eyes would then look to Risa as she soaped herself up, going on with that rakish expression. She wanted to reach over and slide herself all over the slick surface of Risa chest and torso, but she'd wait a moment. Finding her own bar of soap, she'd start giving herself the once over...but her eyes never left her lover. If she looked to Tarza, the older woman would just wink at her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mystery of Sleipnir</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 04:40:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Risa didnt look back she paid attention to what she was doing and lathered herself up, paying attention to her torso, then her arms, and finally bending over with her bottom facing Tarza as she lathered up her legs. When she was all soapy and slick she reached back and pulled her long hair forward, running her fingers through it as the water rinsed the soapy lather off her. 
			</dd>
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