Duci grumbled, staring at the complex advertisement board with twitchy fingers, like perhaps she wanted to throttle it. It was located in the center of the main entrance to the spaceport and tons of different ads flickered across the multiple screens. While the blonde didn't look like she didn't belong, she did stick out. She wasn't dressed as most pilots were, wearing glittering rhinestone heels and a metallic pink dress. It was supposed to be part of the appeal of using her ship for transporting people and goods, but it was also because she loved to dress up and made her feel comfortable.
"Gods above," she cursed, opting to cheat by touching her hand to the main port and internally uploading the data. Now all of the screens flashed with her dazzling smile before the screen slowly panned out to show her oops expression at her dress being blown up. "Can you fly a spaceship" Need a job' Contact Blonde Bombshell Transport today!" scrolled across the screen in several languages. Looking smug and satisfied, she let go of the terminal and stepped back to briefly enjoy her success before stalking off. Eventually the other ads would flicker back.
Sure, he needed a shave and a hair trim, but he didn't look too out of place among those gathered at the message boards. Waiting wasn't his style, so he pushed to the front. He scanned the offers and wanteds, but the blonde caught his eye. When he wasn't a sucker for a redhead, the blonde was a close runner up. "Nice gimmick," He chuckled seeing the smiling woman. "Probably another of the Yantak captains. Three heads, twenty four eyes, and mouths full of razor sharp teeth." He glanced at one of the Yantak near him and offered a sympathetic smile. "Unfriendly from lack of gettin" laid."
He shifted his gear pack to the opposite shoulder and typed in a rough response to the ad. "Here now, can we meet' Explain my skill then.-M."
Malik walked away after linking up his wrist com to check any replies. A bar. A drink and then a shower. Maybe even in that order. The bar was easy enough, and he slid onto a stool. The drink ordered, and decision made that two outta three ain't bad.
It wasn't a surprise how many sexual advances she had to weed out from the actual responses. She was pacing around her office as she sorted through messages she was receiving on a holographic computer. "Hm," she stopped when the newest popped up, turning to fully face to the screen, "This actually appears to be real." Dark eyes slid to the time before she replied to this mysterious M.
"I'm in my office. You can come up here or I can come find you. - Duci," she thought out loud, the words appearing in the message line before sending with a simple swipe of her hand.
His com beeped, and he read it out. Luckily there was a map. He picked up the beer, thinking about taking it with him, but then drained it. Carrying a bottle to an interview could be a deal breaker. Smelling like booze" Who knew. He plucked a few stale mints from a bowl of candies on the bar top and made his way to the office. It hadn't been that hard to find. Still, the same smiling face played across his display. "Ain't holding the breath." Pack shifted to the right and he pressed his palm to the reader near the door. "Ashley. Malik M. Interview for Duci?" He wasn't sure he was saying the name right.
While waiting for his reply or for him to show up, she swiped down the screen and picked up her bottle of water before settling into the chair behind the desk. He must walk fast because she nearly jumped out of her skin when the office beeped at her that there was a visitor. Her eyes swung down to the screen on her desk, smirking at the man waiting at the door. "Well, good looks never hurt anyone, even if their accent is terrible." With an index finger, she swiped the door button and it opened with a mechanical "whoosh."
(( Many thanks to the player of Malik Ashley for the words!! ))
"Gods above," she cursed, opting to cheat by touching her hand to the main port and internally uploading the data. Now all of the screens flashed with her dazzling smile before the screen slowly panned out to show her oops expression at her dress being blown up. "Can you fly a spaceship" Need a job' Contact Blonde Bombshell Transport today!" scrolled across the screen in several languages. Looking smug and satisfied, she let go of the terminal and stepped back to briefly enjoy her success before stalking off. Eventually the other ads would flicker back.
Sure, he needed a shave and a hair trim, but he didn't look too out of place among those gathered at the message boards. Waiting wasn't his style, so he pushed to the front. He scanned the offers and wanteds, but the blonde caught his eye. When he wasn't a sucker for a redhead, the blonde was a close runner up. "Nice gimmick," He chuckled seeing the smiling woman. "Probably another of the Yantak captains. Three heads, twenty four eyes, and mouths full of razor sharp teeth." He glanced at one of the Yantak near him and offered a sympathetic smile. "Unfriendly from lack of gettin" laid."
He shifted his gear pack to the opposite shoulder and typed in a rough response to the ad. "Here now, can we meet' Explain my skill then.-M."
Malik walked away after linking up his wrist com to check any replies. A bar. A drink and then a shower. Maybe even in that order. The bar was easy enough, and he slid onto a stool. The drink ordered, and decision made that two outta three ain't bad.
It wasn't a surprise how many sexual advances she had to weed out from the actual responses. She was pacing around her office as she sorted through messages she was receiving on a holographic computer. "Hm," she stopped when the newest popped up, turning to fully face to the screen, "This actually appears to be real." Dark eyes slid to the time before she replied to this mysterious M.
"I'm in my office. You can come up here or I can come find you. - Duci," she thought out loud, the words appearing in the message line before sending with a simple swipe of her hand.
His com beeped, and he read it out. Luckily there was a map. He picked up the beer, thinking about taking it with him, but then drained it. Carrying a bottle to an interview could be a deal breaker. Smelling like booze" Who knew. He plucked a few stale mints from a bowl of candies on the bar top and made his way to the office. It hadn't been that hard to find. Still, the same smiling face played across his display. "Ain't holding the breath." Pack shifted to the right and he pressed his palm to the reader near the door. "Ashley. Malik M. Interview for Duci?" He wasn't sure he was saying the name right.
While waiting for his reply or for him to show up, she swiped down the screen and picked up her bottle of water before settling into the chair behind the desk. He must walk fast because she nearly jumped out of her skin when the office beeped at her that there was a visitor. Her eyes swung down to the screen on her desk, smirking at the man waiting at the door. "Well, good looks never hurt anyone, even if their accent is terrible." With an index finger, she swiped the door button and it opened with a mechanical "whoosh."
(( Many thanks to the player of Malik Ashley for the words!! ))