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Ivory puts the ship on autopilot and heads back to be part of the conversation.
"Agreed....I would rather be in a ship that isn't being currently disassembled. Drek, when we get there, go give the engineers everything you learned. After that, maybe they will allow you to go through their berthing hanger for the prototype. I am certain a few parts would have fallen off or been discarded when they were first putting her together."

Sniffing at the strawberries, Ivory's nose is able to easily pick the most ripe strawberry there. She picks it up, lets Gik-pik get a small nibble, and then pops the rest in her mouth...again realizing that mashing it with her tongue is probably easier than trying to use her canine teeth on it.

At Saratur's....well....morose--definitely atonal--sound (Ivory won't even call it athing else), Ivory's ears lean back. Gik-pik pulls her pet carrier pouch closed...to help block out the sound.

"I don't know if they can hear it, but I definitely could. All of it....shesh."

She 'looks' back towards Saratur and blows a big strawberry his way....though with a muzzle and sharp teeth, it is definitely trickier than what a human does.

Ivory delves back into the feel of the sensors, her mind racing to think on how a 'prey' creature these space whales would think would act. Best she can think is watching the rodents that Gik-pik sometimes chases, hoping to think that a land base rodent would act like a space creature....

Piloting to act like a prey animal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"I said don't hurt them...not drown them?......Also...since these creatures live in the vastness of space...can they drown? Any experts on this here?"

I have ran this...so drat.....So I will pick what Ivory would want to do

Seeing that these creatures are native to this area...and hearing the other's comments about them likely being separated..."I would rather not hurt these creatures...their song is pretty. Let's try to get them back to where they belong without hurting them....if that means we make ourselves bate...well, Saratur, I hope you have enough fish sauce to slather this fly in it...."

Ivory can not 'see' them in the senses that the others can, but she can 'feel' them from the sensors. Their subsonic call is kind of mesmerizing."What exactly are the voriajas exactly? Any idea Anock on what they eat? I am going to assume that because we look like a fly they think we must be organic. Firing warning shots might work....or I could attempt to fly--pun intended--away and let them chase us instead of attacking something that sounds so majestic? If Drek can keep the engines running hot for speed, maybe we can keep ahead of them."

Culture...Life Science...what is that????

Ivory does some hard loops at first...but realizes that not all of her companions have the stomach of steel to handle them...so she decides with Saratur attempting to simulate a combat....to do something interesting....let's see how this ship slides...so that she can evade this 'space octopus' that Saratur has manifested.....

Pilot check....maybe easy...a 'slide' in combat would be DC 13...: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

The 5 days to the test sight allows Ivory to spend some of that downtime meditating, and doing her best to find a little room to do her katas and keeping limber.

During that time Gik-pik gets used to the rest of the crew, and will oftentimes find a way to get one of the new people to give it a treat, or a scritch....she isn't really choosy.

When the ship gets close to the Liavara's test site, Ivory puts her pilot face back on...getting a bit bouncy as the excitement of taking a ship--a brand new prototype--into a place so she can really see how it handles.

"Now, as I said....a design like this--mimicing a real creature--probably doesn't have the true maneuverability of its biological counterpart....but as any good scientist would do...we must test the edges of that. And remember the different between being a scientist and goofing off....write stuff down!"

First...she sees from the computers scanners a large clump of asteroids--so many it is almost impossible to discern where one stops and the other one starts. But knowing that this ship should have an amazing ability to do hard turns, she does a mental plotting of courses....the ships and at least 5 other asteroids and attempts to see how close she can get to each asteroid before finding the next vector to change the ships course on.
"Get those barf bags ready ya'll....this might make even the strongest stomachs have issues...and that definitely means you Saratur...if you have to blow chunks...we all might be in trouble!"

Piloting Hard check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Well....my dice will almost certainly go south from here....nice to have at last one nat 20......but this doesn't bode well for me for the rest of this bounty....

I will post another after at least 1 or 2 others go....especially if we all can find a way to combine our next rolls into an epic flyby or something....

Waiting until just the last person gets on....Ivory starts to flip a few switches, and using her datajack initiates the closing of the airlocks and securing of them. The 'take-off immediate' beeping sounds throughout the ship.

"Let's take this ship...and put it through it's paces. Ladies, Gentlemen and Gentle-beings, please buckle in. Have your trays and seats in their upright positions, and please note that--I hope--they left you barf bags in the little pocket to your right. This is going to be an exciting Ride!!!!" she says gleefully....with Gik-pik giving a happy little yip right after that.

With that....she does her best VTOL launch of this ship...it is a fly after all...and as everybody knows....flies can fly amazingly.

The...sounds coming off the 'Grimshaw' is....weird. And while J’scib's description of a fly is a context that Ivory recognizes, the ship....almost feels like a metal version of a fly. So...aptly named.

She slowly traces her hands on the wall as they walk up the onramp. The hum of the ship feels....electric. Her mouth opens in what only could be described as a 'doggy grin'.

She walks to the Pilot seat, with Gik-pik only poking her little nose once or twice to help Ivory get settled into the seat. Ivory pulls out her datacord that runs to her temple, and Gik-pik grabs it and scampers to the pilots console and finds the datajack point and plugs it in for Ivory.

Ivory's mind gets the full spectrum of the ships sensors. This ship should be a blast to fly.

Gik-pik helps Ivory get the pilot's crash straps around her, and then clambers back into the safety of her carrying pouch, though keeping her head out so she can watch with her eyes what Ivory will do with this ship. She gives a little excited chirp as her nose twitches and her ears saucer around...keeping an eye on where everybody else heads to in the ship.

"I am a great pilot, though if there are lots of distortions around--like say a lot of asteroids, anybody who can in the science area, please tag which is an enemy vessel. That way I can know for certain which is the target and which are objects I should just ignore and fly around."

Yeah....I built Ivory to be a pilot....kinda liked the idea that using the ships sensors and a datajack could help a blind person fly. I even have the boon (from another 5 rank Exoguardian) for her to use the Gorgon in an actual scenario!

Role: Pilot

Ivory walks in close behind Saratur into the new room. While the smell of coffee is strong, and some weird scents of different artificial fruit flavors assaults her nose, she doesn't smell any smell of rotting food or garbage. The sounds coming from the whole area--the whirring of all the fans in the computers, the whine of one of the datapads almost inaudible sound of it being charged, and even the sound of the new person they are meeting seem to give Ivory a feel that the room is well lived in, and likely untidy, but more of a person that is to focused on what they are doing to just, well...tidy themselves.

Hearing the rattle of the bag as J’scib offers the candy, she holds up a polite hand in negation. The artificial taste will likely mess up her taste and smell for hours....speaking of messing up...the bouncing onto a love seat by Drek makes some high squeaking of springs, though blessfully the little ikeshti stops after a bounce and a half.

Hearing Anock's question, she thinks "I would hope that there have been sims ran on the prototype. And if so, can we look at them before taking off? Also, a 'preprogrammed'. Does this mean the autopilot will be on the whole time?"

Listening--really listening to each person, trying to get their voices well associated with their smell and body/sound profile, Ivory carefully opens up the little door to lightly caress the little squox's head.

In vlaka"It is alright little one...come on out and at least get a look at the people we are likely going to go pilot a ship for."

The little squox's head pops out, and gives a look at everybody, her little nose twitches and ears pivot as she looks at each person in turn.

Looking toward the newest person,"Hello there Anock. Hopefully with a test run of a prototype ship there won't be any need for a medical doctor....but depending on if," she casually points her nose towards the little ikeshti and smiling a little, "someone decides see what this ship is made up...we could have some interesting times...."

Still looking at the little lizardfolk, she says very lightly, "Drek, any parts that 'actually' fall off...we probably should show them to the engineers here. So that they can figure why a perfectly good part fell off. NOW if they allow it after that, you might be able to keep it. But please ask them first."

"Threzlomn, I am fine with divulging my name, and talking a bit more in the vlaka tongue for your friend. It would be a pleasure to help a linquest better understand the vlaka tongue."

To the large figure next to her she responds. "Marine Depths....sounds like some deep bass might be happening there. If I went, I obviously need to use my environmentals, but after that I should be fine...maybe I should go only with my volume set to rebroadcast the sounds at 10%. The 3 dimensions of the place wouldn't bother me, I am used to perceiving in all directions, and am quite good at paying attention to all axis. Though I am going to guess that Gik-pik might not enjoy it as much."

As others seem to walk--or pop--in, Ivory's nose and ears twitch a little....first the slight smell of ozone, the feel of displaced air, and the waft of the smell both parchment, and of some of the harsher spices that some races use hits her nose. The sound coming from that corner allows Ivory to mentally draw a picture of a squat figure with a gun. After he introduces himself she nods in acknowledgement.

Next the door opens, and the smell of the sea with the hint of the smells of the nightlife--perfume, cologne and even a bit of alcohol. The sound of a large creature comes in from the door. The sound coming from the large creature definitely gives Ivory a mental picture of a large walrus type creature--a Morlamaw Ivory mentally thinks as she politely nods to the newcomer.

The third one in definitely doesn't have the same size profile of the Morlawmaw, it actually seems to be the size of a halfling--whom Ivory is familiar with. The smells she gets definitely seems to be the smell of a reptilian lizard, mixed with the smell of plastic, the hint of ozone and a very faint hint of oil and grease...definitely a person who tinkers with electronics and some mechanical items. Almost smells similar to a Dragonkin she knows....but mini-sized.....

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When Saratur comes up and starts to puts a hand/flipper on her shoulder, the little squox on her lap scampers into a protective case built into her armor, pulls the top down and seals it.

"The new one definitely has an unique profile, I will say. You do too....were you at a night-club recently? I definitely smell the distinct smell of perfumes on you..and maybe a little alcohol."

Turning her face towards the small lizard (since most races seem to use visual clues when determining where the point of interest/discussion is being directed to.

"As Saratur says, I am Ivory...at least that is my nickname since most non vlaka races hate to use the growl/howling language of the my people. Drek, you have the sense about you as a person who is at home in a comfy computer chair, tinkering with a piece of electronics, or maybe even installing said items into a vehicle or ship? Especially since you seem to want to keep this experimental model we are supposed to test fly for UIE?"

Using her datapad as a audible (and somewhat visual for Gik-pik) device to get her to United Interfaith Engineering, she finds the door handle and lets herself in.

Walking in the door, an all white vlaka (except for the black nose and the milky blue eyes) walks in with a red and black squox on her shoulder, holding a small datapad and occasionally nuzzling the vlaka's neck. On the other side of the vlaka's head, a white-orange glowing mote hangs over her shoulder.

Doing a quick sniff, and hearing the rececptionist's breathing and heart, the vlaka walks toward the desk.

"Ahh, I am Ivroklizolink, oftentimes called Ivory, and I would like to be a test pilot for your new prototype starship? Oh....ahh, yes, there is 'paperwork' for the background check...well....can you send it to my datapad? It has the braille function."

With that she turns to her right, walks unerring towards a chair. As she sits down, the little squox hops into her lap and hands the datapad to her.

Just an FYI....I have Ran this Bounty as part of CanisDirus's Playtesting it multiple times before release....and because of that (and the fact that the playtest is very similar to the finished product), I will be mostly passive in making decisions :-)

Might as well get this posted.

The Stunning all white Vlaka, with a cute (mostly) red and black Squox sitting on her shoulder is ready....