"Sure, Breek, come along. Do you really think I'd invite a couple people if I didn't have chairs?" She grins. Once she's inside the ship, she helps John aboard. "Yes, this is my ship. The English name for this kind of ship equates to something like a 'Bug fighter'. I guess you can see why." The interior is pale off-white with scuffed-up metal tiling and walls, but overall, pretty clean for a beat-up old thing. Quite a contrast from the black-and-red, spiky insectoid exterior. There are two hydraulic sliding doors at the back--one leads to a small storage room and a galley so small that you would hit both walls if you turned around. The second door leads to the engines, the tiny retrofitted bathroom, and a small room with a couple of old cots on the floor.
Behind the main array of controls, most of them manual, a giant metal chair with a hole at the lower back has been firmly bolted down into the floor. In front of the controls, the two eyelike main plexi windows cast a faint reddish glow over the whitish control array. Myitt takes a seat at the main controls, bringing up a large floating pale blue holoscreen and sliding icons around through the air. The screen is translucent, partially blocking the view in between the two "eye" windows, but in a moment she slides an icon that causes the entire screen to turn transparent, actually providing a new, larger window directly through the hull of the ship and outside to the parking area.
To the left of the controls sits another seat; this one apparently came with the ship, or was much more neatly soldered on. In front of it sits a pedestal with what looks very much like an elaborate joystick. These are the main Dracon cannon controls.
Around the short distance from the control panel to the rear of the cabin, a few off-white metallic seats have been molded into the wall. The seat parts fold down, much like those in an auditorium or movie theatre. In between each seat is a small amount of space, and the seats are quite large, as if meant to fit something bigger than the average human.
"All aboard?" Myitt calls back, as restraints of liquidy, pale grey living metal snake out of the sides of her impromptu pilot seat and secure themselves around her body at the waist and more loosely at the chest. She mutters to the computer to close the exterior hatch as soon as everyone is inside.
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Corliss takes his Velociraptor burger and looks at it, front and back. "Huh," he says, squinting. "I'm not too sure about this." He takes a bite and munches thoughtfully. "Hmm. Barkeep, reckon I could have some tomato sauce please?"
The bartender looks at him blankly for a moment, then pulls out a bottle of ketchup and sets it in front of him.
"Thanks, mate."
((Yes, let's not let the bar die. I'll make a new thread and copy that top bit into it, just to start off, okie doke? I'll name it GESB: Operation Cocoa Puffs. And to answer your question Chad, no, Corliss doesn't have anything that would be directly visible that would indicate he's a Yeerk. Only if someone pulled open his jacket and looked in his interior pockets
He's not wearing any kind of uniform now, since working on the ship he's changed into jeans and a normal black t-shirt.))
