Post by Shovatic on Mar 4, 2016 10:25:26 GMT -5
The whirl of the gears and metal in the engine room was a low hum, one that cancelled any other noise in the room. Annette had heard this noise for two and a half years, and the sound of the Hera running had made her feel more at home than any other part of the ship. The dull gleam of the metals of the intricate machinery had brought her back to her home before any of the hardships had happened, when her life was simple.
She wiped the engine grease off of her hands as a superior officer walked in the room, she saluted, and was dismissed from her post for the night. The cold metal walls of the ship shook with the same hum of the engine as she walked down hallways to reach the cabin she had shared with an amorous girl named Stella. Stella had become a friend within the past years, and despite her romantic view on the military (and the men in it) had watched over Annette to make sure she hadn't done anything stupid. Annette did the same to Stella and had (often) dragged her out of conflicts where she had flirted with superior officers.
Annette opened the door to the cabin and was greeted with Stella's long brown hair covering the girls face as she ran a brush slowly through it. Stella ran her dark fingers through her waves, and parted her hair so she could gaze at Annette with the large, blue eyes she had been born with. Annette would have described Stella as a princess, being blessed with that much beauty and a small frame, but her actions were most certainly not royal.
"You got another letter today Annette," Stella's sweet, high voice rang in the cabin as Annette began to clean the excessive amounts of engine residue off of her body. Annette's face scrunched into a devious smile as she brushed her dark orange hair out of her face.
"I'm sure you got quite a few too," she felt Stella's brush knock the back of her head as she turned, laughing slightly.
"Will you ever let me meet this Riley," she asked, her cheeks puffing out, "he sounds lovely."
"When we go back to New York, sure," she paused to look at her own self in the mirror in the room. Her green eyes contrasted against the dirt covered pale skin, her hair falling into her face. The two low pigtails she had maintained at least a bit of the wildness her hair caused. "As long as we make it back."
"War won't be coming for a little while Annette, especially because one just ended."
"Yeah, what could happen with a girl like you on board," Annette mocked the voice of one of Stella's most recent interests.
"I'm not that bad!" The two laughed.
The next day was certainly eventful on the ship. The engineers were charged with the responsibility of "not blowing up the damned ship for once" within the next week, but the soldiers themselves were on edge. They had been told a criminal was to be placed on their ship to be brought to trial, although they were not informed of what he had done. All Annette was told was that he was dangerous, manipulative, and not to be communicated with by anyone not assigned to guard him. She had an awful feeling in her gut the day the transport plane landed on their craft, and made sure to her siblings and Riley that day.
She wiped the engine grease off of her hands as a superior officer walked in the room, she saluted, and was dismissed from her post for the night. The cold metal walls of the ship shook with the same hum of the engine as she walked down hallways to reach the cabin she had shared with an amorous girl named Stella. Stella had become a friend within the past years, and despite her romantic view on the military (and the men in it) had watched over Annette to make sure she hadn't done anything stupid. Annette did the same to Stella and had (often) dragged her out of conflicts where she had flirted with superior officers.
Annette opened the door to the cabin and was greeted with Stella's long brown hair covering the girls face as she ran a brush slowly through it. Stella ran her dark fingers through her waves, and parted her hair so she could gaze at Annette with the large, blue eyes she had been born with. Annette would have described Stella as a princess, being blessed with that much beauty and a small frame, but her actions were most certainly not royal.
"You got another letter today Annette," Stella's sweet, high voice rang in the cabin as Annette began to clean the excessive amounts of engine residue off of her body. Annette's face scrunched into a devious smile as she brushed her dark orange hair out of her face.
"I'm sure you got quite a few too," she felt Stella's brush knock the back of her head as she turned, laughing slightly.
"Will you ever let me meet this Riley," she asked, her cheeks puffing out, "he sounds lovely."
"When we go back to New York, sure," she paused to look at her own self in the mirror in the room. Her green eyes contrasted against the dirt covered pale skin, her hair falling into her face. The two low pigtails she had maintained at least a bit of the wildness her hair caused. "As long as we make it back."
"War won't be coming for a little while Annette, especially because one just ended."
"Yeah, what could happen with a girl like you on board," Annette mocked the voice of one of Stella's most recent interests.
"I'm not that bad!" The two laughed.
The next day was certainly eventful on the ship. The engineers were charged with the responsibility of "not blowing up the damned ship for once" within the next week, but the soldiers themselves were on edge. They had been told a criminal was to be placed on their ship to be brought to trial, although they were not informed of what he had done. All Annette was told was that he was dangerous, manipulative, and not to be communicated with by anyone not assigned to guard him. She had an awful feeling in her gut the day the transport plane landed on their craft, and made sure to her siblings and Riley that day.
