Post by Jim on Apr 19, 2020 22:05:00 GMT
(Open to anyone in the area to meet and give directions to Jim!)
There was one sound in the whole of the galaxy that Jim Hawkins hated above all else.
More than old Dunwoody’s shrieking at his mom. More than the drone of the officer bots about juvie or the sirens on their speeders. More, even than Mrs. Hawkins’ patented lecturing tone, Dr. Doppler’s way stuffier lecturing tone, or the drunken snore of a Flatuloid.
That sound was the unmistakable sputtering, smoky choke of a busted Solar Surfer engine, usually followed by the dying hum and frantic stamp of his own boot against the ignition pedal.
”No! No, aw, c’mon!” Clouds stopped swooping past and started gradually streaking up as the boy on the solar surfer lost altitude.
Okay, so Jim had rolled his eyes when his chaperoning officer growled that he should be wearing the Academy uniform as he left the school sloop. He hadn’t even bothered to roll them again when the polished bot demanded he report to the skiff for “disembarking and transport to the kingdom of Arendelle at 0:800.” The teen had just grabbed his new maroon vest with the Royal Naval Academy star and hopped his solar surfer. He’d put up with the school’s rules all the way till this point. No way was he riding the last few hours in the Merged Worlds’ atmosphere with that bolts-for-brains. So, he bailed.
Wasn’t like Jim wasn’t going to make it to the rendezvous point. He was actually looking forward to seeing Captain Amelia again and figuring out how to rattle his role as her aid out here. Young Hawkins just wanted to see the sights before then, his way.
Of course, the school didn’t allow solar surfers on the grounds. The old girl had been cooped up in his dormitory since...well, since he’d enrolled. Apparently something had rusted. Knew I should’ve taken it out for a test ride first!
As the wide-eyed teenager spun out, dropping below the cloud level while his ride jerked and gave halfhearted gasps of life, he caught blurry glimpses of a castle of some sort. Plenty of towers. Apparently situated on an island, which was big enough for a bustling town square much more colorful than some whole planets the boy spacer had seen.
Jim grunted, letting out the sail a little and leaning hard, trying to aim his arrow-like fall. There was nothing close enough to re-ignite the afterburner on. Might as well try and land in the water.
Splash!
It was a very bedraggled, darkly clothed Jim Hawkins who dragged his dripping form onto the grass. He scowled, large eyes nearly disappearing under thunderous brown brows. ”Ughkkk... He half scoffed, half sighed, wringing out the vest. Jim sat up. Wait, grass, not sand. He turned to look over one wet shoulder. Yup, he’d floundered onto the castle’s island. Well, that was...probably a good place to start. But to be sure he’d have to check the—
Jim’s grumpy expression popped open in sudden realization. The teen was in the water again in a moment, swimming out clumsily to start hauling in the lifeless, but mostly intact solar surfer. It was easier once he wrestled the sail in. But when the spacer finally got the homemade transport onto land, he wasn’t pleased. The navigator.
A cross between an astrolabe and a miniature projector lay fizzing sparks in Jim’s hand. His knowledgeable gaze took in the damage quickly. It wasn’t going to be quickly fixed.
”Great,” panned the increasingly grouchy kid. He’d have to go into town to fix it. Well. At least he’d get the sightseeing portion of his day done.
This was lame.
Jim had not been expecting his grand entrance to this war to start with a crash and wet boots on cobblestone streets. It was lucky Amelia wasn’t here to see it...so much for ‘rattling the stars.’ Or whatever.
There was one sound in the whole of the galaxy that Jim Hawkins hated above all else.
More than old Dunwoody’s shrieking at his mom. More than the drone of the officer bots about juvie or the sirens on their speeders. More, even than Mrs. Hawkins’ patented lecturing tone, Dr. Doppler’s way stuffier lecturing tone, or the drunken snore of a Flatuloid.
That sound was the unmistakable sputtering, smoky choke of a busted Solar Surfer engine, usually followed by the dying hum and frantic stamp of his own boot against the ignition pedal.
”No! No, aw, c’mon!” Clouds stopped swooping past and started gradually streaking up as the boy on the solar surfer lost altitude.
Okay, so Jim had rolled his eyes when his chaperoning officer growled that he should be wearing the Academy uniform as he left the school sloop. He hadn’t even bothered to roll them again when the polished bot demanded he report to the skiff for “disembarking and transport to the kingdom of Arendelle at 0:800.” The teen had just grabbed his new maroon vest with the Royal Naval Academy star and hopped his solar surfer. He’d put up with the school’s rules all the way till this point. No way was he riding the last few hours in the Merged Worlds’ atmosphere with that bolts-for-brains. So, he bailed.
Wasn’t like Jim wasn’t going to make it to the rendezvous point. He was actually looking forward to seeing Captain Amelia again and figuring out how to rattle his role as her aid out here. Young Hawkins just wanted to see the sights before then, his way.
Of course, the school didn’t allow solar surfers on the grounds. The old girl had been cooped up in his dormitory since...well, since he’d enrolled. Apparently something had rusted. Knew I should’ve taken it out for a test ride first!
As the wide-eyed teenager spun out, dropping below the cloud level while his ride jerked and gave halfhearted gasps of life, he caught blurry glimpses of a castle of some sort. Plenty of towers. Apparently situated on an island, which was big enough for a bustling town square much more colorful than some whole planets the boy spacer had seen.
Jim grunted, letting out the sail a little and leaning hard, trying to aim his arrow-like fall. There was nothing close enough to re-ignite the afterburner on. Might as well try and land in the water.
Splash!
It was a very bedraggled, darkly clothed Jim Hawkins who dragged his dripping form onto the grass. He scowled, large eyes nearly disappearing under thunderous brown brows. ”Ughkkk... He half scoffed, half sighed, wringing out the vest. Jim sat up. Wait, grass, not sand. He turned to look over one wet shoulder. Yup, he’d floundered onto the castle’s island. Well, that was...probably a good place to start. But to be sure he’d have to check the—
Jim’s grumpy expression popped open in sudden realization. The teen was in the water again in a moment, swimming out clumsily to start hauling in the lifeless, but mostly intact solar surfer. It was easier once he wrestled the sail in. But when the spacer finally got the homemade transport onto land, he wasn’t pleased. The navigator.
A cross between an astrolabe and a miniature projector lay fizzing sparks in Jim’s hand. His knowledgeable gaze took in the damage quickly. It wasn’t going to be quickly fixed.
”Great,” panned the increasingly grouchy kid. He’d have to go into town to fix it. Well. At least he’d get the sightseeing portion of his day done.
This was lame.
Jim had not been expecting his grand entrance to this war to start with a crash and wet boots on cobblestone streets. It was lucky Amelia wasn’t here to see it...so much for ‘rattling the stars.’ Or whatever.
