Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jun 5, 2011 22:27:51 GMT -5
Ebullience was a slim and lithe curve darting through the darkness. Her hull glinted ever so slightly in the way most ships do, bending and reflecting starlight around it's surface as it dashed between stars. The body of the ship was well and truly a uniqueness of it's kind, made for the utmost pleasure by the most skilled hands at the sum of a great amount of money and favors. As the flames lit gently from the rear and dust cascaded from the nose, windows and portholes drew shut in an oddly archaic fashion against the glare of a passing sun.
Inside, the shift was changing, as the bridge had to be manned at all hours, and so, every day (by an earth clock's hour) half the crew took to the quarters and the other half began to rise from the crew cabin in the belly.
Vivien was not the crew and so, wasn't constrained to this schedule of rest and work. She was to be there whenever her lady called for her. She rumbled up the lift to her lady's quarters with the crew despite having only achieved an hour's sleep.
Dela, her lady, the lady of Ebullience , was of the finest sorts; she was an archduke of Itiataea, a forested planet that was one of those points of light that could be seen from the bridge, and being so, rightfully deserved the most exquisite that could be had.
"Yes, my lady?" Vivien said as she nudged beyond the door and peaked in, not unlike a cat. Dela was in bed, weary still from the small stop that had to be made a night ago. Her silvery hair drifted about her head in loose curls and stopped somewhere below her royal blue sheets.
"Viv, fetch Griffin, would you?"
"Yes my lady."
"And be a dear and bring some wine back up as well?"
"yes my lady," Vivien bowed her head quickly and exited the doorway, knowing that the usual rules of etiquette rarely, if ever, applied when they were alone. Had another born-man been in the room, she would have had to have been dismissed, but the order was understood, so they both knew, and it was left as such.
Griffin was a creature that Vivien was enraptured with in curiosity, and not in physical attraction (as she wasn't as sexed as any born-man), because through this whole voyage, Vivien had yet to understand him. Like his name, the man had many facets and never could you tell what his disposition he would be in. Vivien eventually found the man walking easily on the bridge, not understanding or directing, but studying all the same. Under an overgrown mane of straw-colored hair, Griffin stood with wide shoulders and a head that glanced easily, with no slouch, and he was quite tall - as tall as Lance, Vivien thought.
Oh God, Vivien thought, oh God Lancelot is here too. Rather ironically, since the born-men have God and they have the born-men.
"Master Griffin, Lady Dela would like to see you in her quarters."
"Very well. You're dismissed."
Vivien glanced at Lancelot as she bowed her head and noted the pain newly present in his eyes. Lancelot was created just like the rest of them, to suit a purpose.
Vivien was made as a handmaiden, to cater to her lady. Rosemary was made to do not but manage numbers and accounts, for Lady Dela was inclined to despise finances and quantities, who's means matters not, so long as her ends are met. Modred and Percival were made to know and love the Ebullience like it were their woman, as pilots and primary crewmen. Among the bodies aboard, a rather dark joke is that the ship is their woman, as, of everyone on the ship, those two were the least sexed of them all, and the feel of the ship's many switches and levers were likely as close as they ever got. Lancelot was made much for the same reason as Vivien, to keep her Lady happy, but in understandably different ways, he was. And on voyages like this, where it was to ferry one of her numerous and non-persistent to exotic locations to woo them, his purpose was null. His fault was that he loved too much - was programmed to.
As Vivien rose her slender, dark-haired head from the bow, she slunk away and made way for the galley for a bottle of her mistress's wine.
Inside, the shift was changing, as the bridge had to be manned at all hours, and so, every day (by an earth clock's hour) half the crew took to the quarters and the other half began to rise from the crew cabin in the belly.
Vivien was not the crew and so, wasn't constrained to this schedule of rest and work. She was to be there whenever her lady called for her. She rumbled up the lift to her lady's quarters with the crew despite having only achieved an hour's sleep.
Dela, her lady, the lady of Ebullience , was of the finest sorts; she was an archduke of Itiataea, a forested planet that was one of those points of light that could be seen from the bridge, and being so, rightfully deserved the most exquisite that could be had.
"Yes, my lady?" Vivien said as she nudged beyond the door and peaked in, not unlike a cat. Dela was in bed, weary still from the small stop that had to be made a night ago. Her silvery hair drifted about her head in loose curls and stopped somewhere below her royal blue sheets.
"Viv, fetch Griffin, would you?"
"Yes my lady."
"And be a dear and bring some wine back up as well?"
"yes my lady," Vivien bowed her head quickly and exited the doorway, knowing that the usual rules of etiquette rarely, if ever, applied when they were alone. Had another born-man been in the room, she would have had to have been dismissed, but the order was understood, so they both knew, and it was left as such.
Griffin was a creature that Vivien was enraptured with in curiosity, and not in physical attraction (as she wasn't as sexed as any born-man), because through this whole voyage, Vivien had yet to understand him. Like his name, the man had many facets and never could you tell what his disposition he would be in. Vivien eventually found the man walking easily on the bridge, not understanding or directing, but studying all the same. Under an overgrown mane of straw-colored hair, Griffin stood with wide shoulders and a head that glanced easily, with no slouch, and he was quite tall - as tall as Lance, Vivien thought.
Oh God, Vivien thought, oh God Lancelot is here too. Rather ironically, since the born-men have God and they have the born-men.
"Master Griffin, Lady Dela would like to see you in her quarters."
"Very well. You're dismissed."
Vivien glanced at Lancelot as she bowed her head and noted the pain newly present in his eyes. Lancelot was created just like the rest of them, to suit a purpose.
Vivien was made as a handmaiden, to cater to her lady. Rosemary was made to do not but manage numbers and accounts, for Lady Dela was inclined to despise finances and quantities, who's means matters not, so long as her ends are met. Modred and Percival were made to know and love the Ebullience like it were their woman, as pilots and primary crewmen. Among the bodies aboard, a rather dark joke is that the ship is their woman, as, of everyone on the ship, those two were the least sexed of them all, and the feel of the ship's many switches and levers were likely as close as they ever got. Lancelot was made much for the same reason as Vivien, to keep her Lady happy, but in understandably different ways, he was. And on voyages like this, where it was to ferry one of her numerous and non-persistent to exotic locations to woo them, his purpose was null. His fault was that he loved too much - was programmed to.
As Vivien rose her slender, dark-haired head from the bow, she slunk away and made way for the galley for a bottle of her mistress's wine.