Private An Unsuspected Adventure

KenżaSheep

That's nice. Put it back.
When was the last time Kitty remembered picking a Shattered Isle portal at random and hopping through without considering the consequences?

Exactly. She didn't. That's why this particular venture was meant to be interesting. Exploring the unknown, never sure what to expect; this was the thrill she lived for. In this case, that thrill was directed at the space station on a Class M planet. At least, that's what she had been told. Kitty wasn't exactly sure what a "Class M" planet was, but since she was currently standing outside and still breathing, it must have been inhabitable.

The whole place was ironically parching, even though there was rain-forest-like vegetation growing everywhere. The station had been set in a very wide clearing, but that didn't stop vines from climbing up over the outside of the hangar. Grass was cut short intentionally, almost regularly, as it seemed the greenery would engulf anything if let out of hand for too long. Kitty observed the overgrown forest edge as she walked towards the entrance of the building. Two suns did rather strange things to the shadows, and the foreign sounds of hidden insects was almost unnerving. She briefly considered hopping back through the portal to the Nexus, but where was the fun in that?

The electronic doors slid open with a soft hiss before she even had time to look for a handle. Nifty, Kitty mused, taking an exaggerated step inwards. She was immediately greeted by stunning silence as the airtight entrance sealed behind her. Though people were seen and heard bustling throughout the patchwork of corridors, making a beeline from here to there, it was much quieter inside than outside, lacking nature's white noise in the background. Domed walls formed various hallways to who-knew-where, not claustrophobic at all thanks to the white-gray-blue palette of color, and smelling just faintly of sweat, stardust and fuel.

Kitty ambled through the windowless pathways, making note when she passed by the deliciously-scented mess hall as well as what appeared to be a lounge of some sort, and was thankful she had brought her jacket with her. Without the mint item of clothing, the girl figured she'd've frozen over a long while ago. Though it was quite warm outside, the station must have had some advanced AC to keep it at such a consistently chilly temperature.

It wasn't long before she finally found herself the entrance to a ship—newly docked, it seemed, and quite busy with people. For a moment, all Kitty did was stand and gaze inward, wondering exactly who would notice if she tried to enter without permission. Wouldn't be too hard to just take a quick peek at the interior, would it?

Only one way to find out....
 
Tracing the alluring shape of his jawline he moved his left hand up and held his chin with his thumb and indexfinger. He moved his head left to right to take a good look at himself and smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with what he saw he moved his hand in front of the mirror and with a quiet 'beep', clear and clean water began flowing out of the faucet. The faucet was set into the mirror, its design used in the vessel for its elegance.

Sighing quietly he held his hands in the flowing water, gathered some in the palms of his hands and threw it into his face. Trails of water quickly ran down his chin, neck and quickly disappated in the stubble on his chest.

He stretched, his impressing physique tall and strong and as he did let go of his breath. Seemingly renewed with energy he walked over to the towel rack to the right of him and grabbed the black tank-top that he had put there earlier and left the bathroom without putting it on. He quickly walked through his quarters, which were spacious and well-designed and left, now stepping into the vessel's central corridor.

"Argh..." he exclaimed, quickly moving his arms around as he felt a wave of cold, airconditioned air hitting his back. He quickly walked towards the command center, and quickly put the tanktop on. As he put it on he realized it wouldn't matter much, as the fabric barely covered his broad, impressive chest... instead it had only covered the exact middle of his chest and left the wings exposed to the cold air. He felt another shiver traveling up his spine and chuckled as he entered the command center.

"Michael, how is she holding up?" Aiden asked as he walked towards the pilot's seat, putting a lithe hand on the man's shoulder.

"She's... fine, surprisingly enough." the pilot replied, "It's a remarkably well-built vessel." He then flipped a couple switches before standing up. Aiden felt his cheeks tingle as he noticed how Michael's eyes seemed to scan him as he stood up. "Looking good, sir." he said and Aiden couldn't stop his cheek from reddening. He still hadn't gotten used to his pilot's natural urge to make comments about anything he sees.

"Uhm, y-yeah, thanks mate." Aiden answered the sudden remark and turned to allow the jumpsuit-wearing man to properly stand - and to hide his red cheeks. As the man stood, Aiden noticed the newly-attached symbol on the jumpsuit, and in an attempt to distract himself from the compliment he noted; "Did it yourself, huh?" and chuckled. The symbol on the man's jumpsuit was that of his family; House Vindicat. Seeing it had always filled him with pride, and right now was no exception to the rule.

"Ofcourse. Its only proper, dont you think?" Michael answered, leaving Aiden with a slightly surprised look on his face. Many people hired tailors to attach symbols to clothes. It had even become a 'game' or 'competition' really to have your icon as neatly attached as possible. Aiden's mother had even started to award those with the most neat and beautifully attached icons with a price; little pins of pure silver, made specifically to be put on the left collar of upperbody wear.

"I appreciate the gesture." Aiden replied gratefullly and gestured towards the command center's door; "I'm going to see what the port is like.-" he slapped his left upper leg as he continued; "-And I need to stretch these legs, after hours of sitting and sleeping." All Aiden got as a reply was a nod and a muffled grunt. He raised his eyebrow, sighed and left the command center. He didn't notice that the pilot was looking at Aiden as he disappeared from sight.

Aiden headed towards the vessel's exit, thinking about what he was going to do once he was off the vessel. He felt the cold, airconditioned air brush over his stubbled chest and exposed nipples and attempted to ignore it. The planet had a tropical climate, so surely it would be hotter outside. He looked forward to getting out of the climate controlled section of the port and into the fresh air. The recycled air had begun to develop a stale aftertaste on the vessel, or maybe it was just a manifestation of his far-too-active imagination and was all of it unreal. He didn't know, but was determined to find out.

Thinking about the fresh air, the sound of feet landing on the floorpanels in front of him reached him. He reminded himself how it would be impossible for anyone to be there, as the only way to get to that part of the ship was through the corridor he was walking through and the only other passenger was Michael. At first he wrote it off as yet another manifestation of his imagination, but when the sound didn't disappear as it normally would and instead persisted, he sharpened all of his senses and began to walk more cautiously. He had gotten close to the ship's entrance, and realized that in anticipation of Aiden's departure from the ship Michael had opened the door. Luckily, the only rooms that extended from the entrance were a cargobay and a common room, which were only accessable throug the entrance and the main corridor.

Aiden slowly walked forward and entered the common room, not knowing what to expect he had shivers all over his impressive body, a expression of uncertainty and a hint of fear plastered on his face. His bright blue eyes scanned the room, and when he deemed it safe he stepped fully into it.

"Hello..?" He asked quietly and looked around, his voice echoing against the curvature of the furniture and the room itself...
 
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Kitty was only slightly disappointed to discover the entrance lead to a couple of rooms in this direction. Still, it was the perfect opportunity to poke around. After determining one of the places lead to a cargo bay, she went to the other, pleased to find a room that looked to be for socializing and kicking back. Not two paces in, however, the girl heard footsteps headed in her direction.

Without a second thought, she pressed herself to the wall just beside the door—out of view, unless this man who had followed after her looked sharply to his right—and did her best not to make a sound. "Hello..?" He said, but Kitty did not reply.
 
Aiden tried to focus his senses on the room he was standing in, slowly moving his head from left to right and back. The lights were turned off in the common room and the lightswitch was on the other side of the room - and on his datapad, but he had left it in his quarters, after all; why would he need it outside? He scratched his jaw and turned his head from left to right again, blinking slowly to allow his eyes to get used to the darkness. He knew enough about Human anatomy to realize that his pupils had to get big to soak in the little light present within the room. He used his hand right hand and extended it to the right in an attempt to find the door's control panel.

"Ugh... where is it..." he muttered and tried feeling around the right side of the door without looking into the brightly lit hallway. After a while he found the panel and when he did he touched the button that cause the door to close with a loud hiss. You could hear it's locking mechanism after the door closed; heavy pins falling into their slots.

Aiden once again looked around and to his surprise he could see more than he could before closing the door. He sighed quietly, panning his head from left to right again, and without doing it on purpose kept looking right. In this direction there was a sort of kitchen; countertops with appliances on top of them and several built-in steamers, both for meals and for rice. He stared into the dark and could see his range increase little by little.

All of a sudden he could see... well, he didn't quite know what it was exactly, but it was something and it intruiged him. The majority of the ship was colored in the same theme throughout the ship. The common room had bright royal orange accents for example, but now he could see a different color; it was softer, less red and more like a blue. He squinted his eyes and still couldn't work it out.

A slight step forward, the blur took on some sort of a shape. He still couldn't quite place it, his blue eyes had dilated to the max and he still had a expression of uncertainty and fear on his face.

"H-Hello..?" He asked again, immediately after questioning his sanity because he was talking against a blur of color, but quickly pushing that thought away as he reached forward with his left hand, indexfinger extended fully and tried to poke the blur. He couldn't quite reach, and had to shift his weight forward a little... yet still couldn't make it. With a very soft groan he extended his shoulder what seemed to be a mere milimeter and pushed forward, untill he felt it. It was a soft, stringy material, cold to the touch and surprisingly bouncy. He pushed on it, and felt how the material seemed to be a type of fabric, and he blinked twice; the feeling of the fabric reminded him of home, of a scarf his mother used to wear and wipe his tears away with. He felt how it enveloped his finger, his eyes widened considerably, his pupils dilated even more than before and at that moment he felt the radiating warmth of a body.

No.

Of somebody.
 
She wasn't one to curse, but something irritated definitely went through her head as the door slid and bolted shut. Great. Now she was trapped inside with a stranger. Was there another way out of here...?

Kitty almost missed it when he moved, but at the sound of his voice she stepped back a pace. Then she felt something... poke her...? It took a moment to register; the stranger was feeling her jacket. Immediately, the girl pulled away, stumbling a just little further into the room before inevitably tripping on something hidden in the dark. There was a brief cry of shock that was followed closely by the painful ba-thump as she landed on the scratchy carpeted floor.

"Blasted...." Kitty muttered, pulling herself upright again in the dark. It was weird, never truly being able to tell top from bottom as she lacked most of her visual acuity in the pitch black. Then again, it's said that the other senses become heightened in the absence of one. The air was cold and stale, only faintly reminiscent of a larger crew. Her ears could just make out the stranger's soft breathing; her forearm feeling the pain of a rug burn while her feet scrambled for traction. The girl's own heart was drumming in her skull, making it difficult to focus. Where else would she go to escape?
 
Aiden was surprised by the sudden burst of sound and tilted his head. He didn't understand what had just happened except for the fact the blur had moved and had even made a sound.

He stepped forward and reached out, his eyes now fully dilated to compensate for the pitch-black darkness all around him. He saw the blur and tried to reach it again, only to pull back his arm as if he was stung by a bee when he heard the blur speak. He hadn't fully understood what was being said, as the sound was rather quiet and he had remained focussed on trying to see and not hear. Pretty dumb, he told himself as he realized hearing would have been far more usefull rather than seeing.

"H-Hey, wait!" He quickly said as he heard how the blur was trying to get back on their - what he assumed were - feet. He quickly looked around and realized the only way out of the common room would be the restroom. But then there would be nowhere left to go once in inside the restroom. He hadn't locked the panel from being used, tho... which meant that anyone else could - in time - open the doors again.

He shivered; the closed doors had trapped the cold, stale air inside and he now started to regret the decission to wear the rather 'minimalist' tanktop. He then realized that whenever the blur decided to enter the restroom, he would be able to fully see it. The restroom had a automated system that would turn the lights on the moment someone walked in. Aiden felt like a shepherd, and it was a feeling he most certainly did not enjoy. He had raised his eyebrows in anticipation and his lips were slightly parted. If the lights turned on in the restroom, it would also throw some light into the common room, which would definitly reveal Aiden's silhouet, but keep his more detailed features fairly well-hidden.

All Aiden had to do now was to wait... and see. Litterally.
 
"Turn on the lights, for Thief's sake!" She cried out suddenly, just a moment after he had told her to wait. "Are you trying to kill me with everyday items?"

Kitty had decided that she didn't have to run. It wasn't as though she was that afraid of getting caught, and besides that, it was impossible to find another way out in the darkness. The cold, cold, suffocating darkness. It was freezing. Someone needed to turn that thing off.

"Please just open the door again." The girl gestured with her hands, though it wasn't exactly notable with the lack of light. "I didn't ask to be subject to a kidnapping! This was not what I signed up for!"
 
Aiden extended his arms forward, gesturing that he didn't mean to kill her at all. He was surprised by the clarity of her voice and it showed on his face. "N-No! Not at all..." he exclaimed and stumbled back towards the door with the panel. "Ugh... the damn airconditioner..." He muttered and smacked the panel with the palm of his hand. It made a terribly loud beeping noise as it tried to read the input Aiden gave it, and then beeped twice; it had failed. "Found it, hold on..." He said and pushed the button for the lights. It beeped and turned on, a terribly bright light illuminated the room and he cried out in agony; "Oh for the love off... argh!" he closed his eyes and attempted to lower the intensity, but ended up pushing the button for 'battlemode lighting', a dark blue light that's meant to energize people into being more aware and active. Aiden sighed and opened his eyes and exclaimed; "Much better,-" he turned around to face the girl and said; "I-I'm so sorry..." He then quickly pulled the board of his shirt down to make himself look proper.

At the mention of being kidnapped he felt appaled, and had a shocked look on his face; "That's not at all what's happening! I'm so sorry, I just thought..." He scratched his exposed chest and blushed. "L-Let me turn the heater on... the port's airconditioning is... nuts." He then touched another button on the panel and as soon as he let go of it comfortably warm air began blowing out of slits fitted into the floor and walls. "I'm sorry..." The blue lights had cast a blue hue over Aiden, and as a result he could have looked taller or more manacing. The stubble on his chest was barely visible, but the blush on his cheeks was rather obvious.
 
She groaned and covered her eyes at the sudden light, squinting at him from underneath her elbow after the bright dimmed somewhat. This was what she'd been trapped in a room with? Somehow she expected differently.

Her first impression was not based on what he appeared like, but how he acted. This man was not a socially adept person, made brutally obvious by the way he kept stuttering as he spoke and the slight flush of his cheeks—the latter noticeable even in the odd lighting. Fearing less, especially after he mumbled on about the air conditioning, Kitty lowered her arm from her face and let her thumbs drop casually into her jean pockets, only then beginning to appraise this person more by a standard of his appearance.

Though slovenly was a word in her vocabulary, and though it might have been used if she were only to be describing his ill-fitting shirt and the bristly peach-fuzz that seemed to live on his face, it sounded a bit too plebeian to denote his clearly cleanly habits and well-worked body. The sheer power his brawn whispered of almost made her reconsider the first impression she'd gleaned from his demeanor, but as he was still apologizing for having done nothing wrong, the notion was cast aside.

"You really should get that AC fixed," Kitty said, feeling the warm air rush into the room through the quietly-hissing vents. "Now, can I please leave? I really don't have anywhere better to be, so I'd like to get to that before I'm late." The sarcasm was implied.
 
"I know..." Aiden replied to her remark and stepped closer towards her, only to walk past and towards the kitchencounters. He grabbed a glass and sighed; "It's been acting up ever since we docked here." He opened the fridge and poured himself a coke. He sighed and turned around to face her again; "I really didn't mean for you to fall." He sipped his coke. "Of-course you can leave, just push the button on the panel, there." He said as he pointed towards the panel he was talking about.

He then turned around again and reached for the upper cabinets, grabbing another glass. As he did this one could see the muscles in his exposed back flex. He wasn't crazy nor muddleheaded, so it was easy for him to recognize the sarcism in her voice. He poured the fizzy drink into the glass he had just gotten and turned to face her again. He walked towards her and offered her the glass. "H-Here, have this." He then sipped his own as he looked at her. He could feel the warmth of the heaters on his back.
 
At mention of the button, Kitty immediately went to push it, but stopped at the offer of a... whatever that was he had in the glass. Wasn't the reason she came out here to be a little reckless? A little dangerous? A little too close to a kidnapping?

As long as it wasn't poisoned, she supposed. The girl accepted the drink and sniffed at it.

Smelled like... fizz.

"What is this stuff?" Kitty asked, taking a sip. Tasted like fizz, too, but with flavor. Not a bad drink. She'd have to order some at the Leaky Servo next time she got the chance.
 
Aiden couldn't help but smile. He felt rather happy to the girl liked the drink he got her. "It's called 'cola', its a carbonated drink made of plant extracts." He then tilted his face to the side and said; "Do you like it..?"

He then took a sip of his own drink. The memories of a better time all began floating up like the fizz in the drink and before realizing it he said; "We used to drink this a lot back ho-..." Mid-sentence he stopped, blood began rushing to his cheeks and he quickly turned his face away. "There's more in the fridge, p-please help yourself."

Then, without letting the girl see his face he walked over towards the couch and let himself fall down on it. During the silence he was thinking about what the reason for the girl's presence could be and why she had tried to flee. He didn't dare ask her now, afraid that she would run away.

He took another sip, eagerly.
 
Her gaze flicked between the "cola" and this stranger's... strangeness. Kitty decided she didn't need to answer his questions. She shifted her weight from an even distribution to one foot, tapping the toe of her other gently on the ground.

"You haven't exactly introduced yourself." She stated bluntly. "I mean, that is what people normally do, right?"
 
Aiden blinked repeatedly and blushed again; "Y-Yeah, uhm, the name is Aiden Vaughn, of House Vindicat." He bowed his head slightly and then smiled, scratching behind his ear. He then realized the girl hadn't replied to his question.

"It's lovely to meet you, whoever you are." He said and smiled sweetly, still blushing.
 
"Kitty, will suffice." She told him. It was an effort not to groan. He wasn't into her, was he? That was something she could definitely do without.

Taking a swig of her drink, Kitty looked around at the room. "So... do you have a particular reason for being here? In this room? Besides me?"
 
Aiden's eyes widened and he continued to smile; "A pleasure."

He still blushed, be it less intensely. "Aiden will be just fine as well." He said and gestured around the common room; "Well, I was on my way out, and the only way out is through this room and the cargohold."
 
"Interesting." She nodded slowly, wiping her lips with the back of her jacket sleeve. "And you don't plan to go outside anymore? Is there a reason behind that?"
 
Aiden blinked repeatedly, not getting how Kitty wouldn't have understood what he meant. "Well... I heard a sound, and uh... here you are."
 
The girl considered this.

"Yep." She finally nodded. "Here I is. There are you," Kitty gestured towards him with her drink. "What is this place, anyways?"
 
Aiden blinked repeatedly and said matter-of-factly; "It's my ship." while gesturing around. "We're currently in the common room, you know... the place where you eat and drink."
 
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