Thread: Build to Spec (~M~ & DonVoltonus)

The year was 3015 Well into the future were technology has advanced to a point where artificial intelligence and human mechanical infused enhancements was possible. A new initiative was set out to gather materials from other planets with these new high-tech feats, and was commissioned through the creation of interstellar space crafts and carriers. We come across our main crew set out for the first couple of resource gathering missions, unaware of what may bestow upon them. Our crew was currently docked on the IS-99 Carrier Ship, and was miles outstretched into space, hoping to find a suitable planet to gather the material they need to harbor. IS-99 Carrier Ship Docking Station Main Hall Lena C'mon already! We have to pull in these carts down the hall before the next hour. We are going to have the ship hyper transfer in roughly an hour and a half from now. These crates cannot be here any longer. Hurry your ass up! Lena commanded audibly. Lena was a tough minded, and even tougher woman to be around. She was in charge of the maintenance and inventory check. She was a very buxom woman with a slender and muscular figure, long auburn hair, and a gorgeous facial profile with sharp eyes that can stare daggers into a man's soul. She had a sizable chest and legs to compliment her appearance well. She had a rough-n-tumble attitude and dealt with little to no crap from anyone, and made sure everyone did their jobs respectively. She was especially hard on Tyler the effeminate male among their crew. No one quite understood why she was so hard on everyone, but not a lot of the crew members payed no mind to it. When you are done with the crates Tyler, I need you to intercom Sylia to check the cargo hold for any more inventory needing to be transferred. Report back to me once that is done. With that being said, Lena exited the Docking bay to handle other tasks, leaving Tyler to do his work. Tyler Tsk, typical of Lena. Why is that, out of all the people in our group I get stuck with the bossiest of them all. Not like I can do much about it anyway.. he grumbled silently to himself. As he pushed the carts down the hall, he intercomed Sylia to inform her of the new task. Hey Sylia, Lena says you have to check the cargo hold for any more inventory needing to be checked off for transfer okay? He could hear her peppy sounding self on the other line. Roger that Ty! she replied giddily. Tyler closed the line to Sylia and continued to push the carts down the ship hall. Main Hall Room 4 Sylia Sylia heard the familiar buzz sound of the line going off as soon as Tyler stopped talking to her. She shook her head in reassurance and spoke quietly to herself. Well I'd best get to it then. Don't want to piss off Lena after all. Wonder what else everyone is up to, she thought lazily to herself. Sylia was a petite woman with soft facial features that made her appear very young, though she was well into her early 30's. She had black hair she wore in a single ponytail that often swung over her shoulder and poured down the crevice of her C-cup sized breasts. She wore a simple pair of frame-less glasses, and was often referred to as the ditz of the crew. She wasn't always well aware of her surroundings and can be a bit of a klutz at times, but she had the most fun and bubbly attitude on the team. She also tends to get eye gauging stares from the male crew members due to how quote-un-quote adorable she acted. She silently strolled towards the Cargo Hold, pen and clipboard in hand. Once she made it to the cargo hold, she started to jot down any and all unchecked items. Mm.. All seems clear over hear. Just a few more check boxes and I can report back to Tyler and Lena. She continued to check off a couple of things while whistling an innocent tune. Cargo Hold