Twisted Tornadic Terror
The Armada
Air above Fort Aer
Affected RPers: Lusankya (Maybe)
Up.
Down.
Left.
Left.
Right.
Loop here.
Spin there.
Rinse and repeat.
The shining, ominous body of the ship that spun was, for lack of all technical terms, odd. Rather than a ship of destruction or impressive size, brimming with the cold gleam of cannons atop its face, this ship resembled an odd vehicle that no longer existed...Yes, a train. Old, coal or steam powered metallic beasts that made such a ruckus, unable to run off the bounds of the steel path set before them. It was no wonder that they had gone extinct, all but erased from the feeble existence they had run for decades before the Lifemaker's fall. Luck favored the strong and able, nature decreed only the fit survive, and the fickle heart loved but briefly. Thus, she was the last of her kind, but as the last she was unique.
Precious, maybe.
But definitely unique.
Her engine ran silently, electricity pumping through valves just as vital and eccentric as any mortal's heart. From her narrow head, Life Magic streamed forth as pale yellow bars, forming a pathway that, unlike her ancestors, was never set in stone. Twisted Tornadic Terror, or often called Triple T as her name was far too much of a bother to pronounce in its entirety on a consistent basis, could go anywhere and do anything she truly wanted save for reigning down fear and panic on the mortals below.
She cared not for that. No, her home was in the skies performing intricate loops that any other ship would find impressive, if used for a purpose other than silly pleasure. She was the fastest ship in the Armada and perhaps even the most flexible, yet those traits she reserved for fun instead of work. She found the other ships somewhat boring as they were too depressed or "busy" to play with her.
Busy...Tee hee! What do they do now that keeps them busy? Polishing their bodies, no doubt! What a bore! Others called her young. More called her risky. All could agree, however, was that the speedy ship was completely, irrevocably insane. All Twisted Tornadic Terror thought was that they didn't have enough fun in their mundane lives...Oh, and that she simply didn't care what they thought of her.
Yet another subject that set her apart was that she possessed no avatar, her original body, Risha Priveil, having died ages ago. She never found out what it was that had been killing her before her soul was bound to the speedy locomotive, but she supposed it was irrelevant now. After all, a corpse lasts but a few years without proper embalming techniques. A ship with mechanics? Those lasted quite a long time.
[Serenity contacting Twisted Tornadic Terror. Come in, Twisted Tornadic Terror.] A dull, grumpy sounding voice cut through her joy, smashing her in the face and causing her to finally end her roller coaster ride. It was only then that the other ship, somewhat large yet not very impressive, came into view...And dangerously close, too.
{Tee hee. What do you want, Serenity? Can you not see I am having fun at the moment, and have no time for your bothersome boring speeches?} She had never been one to use the whole "contacting so-and-so" mumbo jumbo. To be honest, it just wasted time when the subject could be reached immediately instead of extending formalities.
[Watch where you are going, you numbskull!] Ha.
Numbskull. She hadn't had one of those in a
long time! [You are going to crash into someone and cause a lot of damage that we cannot afford! You're above Fort Aer, or did you forget?]
{Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were all blind twits flying through the air! I suppose I really did forget!} Oh how witty she was! It amazed her every single day. Serenity didn't even bother with a retort, obviously a little steamed on the lunatic ship's response. It was then an idea formed within her mind, and without thinking too much about it, she began to enact it.
The headlights on her "nose" grew blinding as she changed course, wheels squealing on practically non-existent rails. Facing herself towards the grouchy ship, her twin electric engines went into overdrive, forcing her body along as increasingly fast speeds. Her lights blinded the incoming vessel, which began to blare its horns - the main use now seeming to be to alert Twisted Tornadic Terror of her recklessness - as she raced in on a collision course.
At the last minute before two ships became one in a cataclysmic explosion of fire and light, she swiveled her wheels and changed course. She ran a few inches above Serenity, enough that she could have easily extended her grabbing claws to touch the behemoth, before she cleared the ship and continued on with her antics.
[Do I need to report you to Sovereign again, Triple T?] Serenity had corrected her course, but her voice indicated she was furious. The ship she was communicating with chose not to respond, laughing inside. This was at least the fourth time she had pulled the stunt on Serenity, and the older vessel appeared non the wiser each time. She didn't really like the juggernaut, too dull and rule based, and not very willing to accept the train's attempt to enlighten her to the joy of goofing off.
Oh well. Not like she could do anything about it. Even if Serenity reported her to Sovereign, what could he do? He was just as boring, if not more so, and likely would only scold her again. She was a valuable cargo ship, the fastest vehicle in the fleet, and arguably the most fun; getting rid of her would only hamper the fleet and really ruin everyone's time. It was her "job", unofficial as it was, to keep Fort Aer's spirits high...Even if it meant duping one or two "borenauts" to do it.