Beach Planet

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Scott's probably around here somewhere, trying to recover from James.

The water's pretty nice.

Perfect place to dump slavers.

Suddenly, Ironscale gave out a thick, hearty laugh. "Eh? The Captain may be a bit of an ass, lass, but he can see reason. You see, first impressions and mannerisms are big for him. Outside of his job, if you treat him with respect, he'll do you the same. He doesn't simply talk rudely unless he feels he's being threatened or attacked or even judged somehow."

Starr sighed then shrugged "Maybe so, maybe not, but if you stop being slavers then I at least would have nothing against you" She said then looked towards the ocean "I guess we could talk to him if he's still up"

"Well, since the full moon is tomorrow night, he's probably awake with his brother." Ironscale mused. "His brother is an odd one, for certain, but Matthew supports him fully... Well, good luck, Lass."

Starr smiled a little then dipped her head "Thanks" She said and turned to fly to the shores to look for he ship

Starr would find a homely, impeccably clean white ship shining in the moonlight as it hid itself away from the view of the beach behind a large outcropping in the rock...

Starr flew over to the ship and landed on the rock, knocking on the door after a moment
-to that ship thread-

--from vestia--

Matt walked with Silv, failing to be particularly comforting because exactly how DID you comfort someone who'd just lost their whole damn planet?

Silv would say nothing to him simply because she knew how his crew views were to slavers. She looked up when the head doctor, Marcus, trotted up to them, "Your alive." He said in relief while looking at Matt with a wrinkle of his nose, "We...heard about what happen." He added softly, "but Matthew needs some explaining, Lai is reaction to what happen too."

Matt looked relieved she had so easily found a crew member. "The creator said they'd all react badly, keep an eye on her okay? " He smiled softly to Silv. "I know it won't really help to offer condolances so I guess I just.. say goodbye and that I hope you feel better soon. No more collapsing in the streets right?" He tried to joke.

Marcus nodded with a deep sigh, "Already hitting the news of a very taking their lives after wards." He put a gently hand on her shoulder to gently lead her back to the others. He warily nodded his thanks to Matt, Silv at this point had ignored Matt her mind obviously else where.

Matt nodded. "Take care of her! Good luck!" He waved and watched them go. Well, that was one problem solved. He wondered if she'd be okay.
Shaking his head, he returned to the ship. Still oblivious to who those people had been.

As shane left the ship to the somewhat busy streets of the town he would notice a street performer seemingly seating by herself as she calmly set up a group lf three odd looking dolls.

-later-
Shane came out and glanced around before heading off for the stores to get the painkillers ad whatever else on the list that was needed. He saw the performer and looked at her curiously as she set up her dolls.

The news of Avia destruction and the aftermath was on everyones mind as they milled around, but a few would pause as she took her seat. In a time of grief sometimes the music of happier times helped she thought while putting on her lap a psaltery, her golden eyes softly scanned the crowd as her fingers went over the oddly marked instrument. *pluck* her fingers start to gracefully play the strings, the music of a cheerful jig each pluck would release a small bubble of energy which surrounded the dolls that stood and started to gracefully dance, almost as if they were well made androids then dolls.

Shane stopped to watch the performance curiously, leaning against a lightpole as he did. She was good at what she did.

Her fingers glide over the strings with ease, calming waves spilled from each light that touch a person she held this gentle smile. To most species her kind wasnt known, nor was this magic she weilded either, and for the council that was fine. There was no need to be on the collectors' list, yet there was times like this when a Techno Mage performance was needed, a performance to help remind people to not dispar.

Shane smiled, liking the performance and wondering if she would be willing to do a show on Vestia. That might cheer the others up some.

The performance would last for about five more minutes before it would come to a bitter sweet ending. She smiled and like any performer accepted any tips given, after all how else was she to eat? Causally she would started to pick up her 'dolls'.

Shane watched her and walked closer once the other watchers had gone off to leave. "That was a great performance." He said kindly

She blinked and looked up with a smile, speaking with a natural accent in common as she obviously took a few minutes to translate in her head, "Thank you, I figure after all the sorrow people needed something cheerful." She cocked her head curiously at Shane.

"Yes, that is a great idea. People can always use more cheering up." He said with a smile "You gave me an idea, do you do shows on spaceships? Our crew could use a lot of cheering up"

She blinked, "I do at times." She said with a shrug putting all her supplies in a seemingly small bag.

Shane grinned at the answer and glanced to the port again "Well, I have to go shopping first, but you could come to Vestia and talk to her about doing a show for the crew."

She nodded, "Very well, uhm what is the ship's port number?" She inquired.

Shane told her the port number then turned to the city again "This shouldn't take me too long, but you can talk to the ship hen you get to the ramp, let her know I sent you."

She held this confuse look but shrugged as she went off to vestia, "Hello?"

"Hello," the ship said, "Are you looking to travel somewhere?"