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Summer's Ship, Hynerian Space, In Sight of Moya - Friday Fandom Time

Stark had been fretting about this trip for days but it was too late for fretting now. Not that had ever stopped him before...

They'd stocked Summer's ship with plenty of chocolate and other snacks to deliver to Chiana and the others. Stark had worried about that and about what clothes they ought to be bringing and if they needed to bring gifts besides food. It was too late now to change anything though. They had taken off from Fandom and gone through a portal to Stark's version of Hynerian space. Both the Royal Planet and Moya were in sight.

"There!" he said, face lighting up in the metaphorical sense rather than the literal one as he pointed to the Leviathan now visible. "She's there and she's beautiful. I should call Pilot but he's probably already seen us. Or Moya sensed us. Perhaps both. I wonder if they're waiting."

He paused, looking over at Summer. "Are you ready?" Sure, Stark was far more likely to not be ready for the next few days but he could still ask.

[For the gently modded un-dibsed ginger flying the pink spaceship, obvs, and NFB for distance]

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"I thought you'd be staying with me," Stark said, looking between the women with concern.

But, of course, he didn't have dibs.

"We both could stay with you," Chiana said sweetly, throwing an arm around Summer now.

"I have no need to be involved in discussions of your sleeping arrangements," Pilot interjected. "The DRDs will show you the way to Stark's quarters."

"They aren't far from mine," Chiana said. "Right Starky?"

"They aren't," Stark said carefully.

When Chiana's arm went around Summer's shoulder, Summer's arm moved easily, companionably around Chiana's waist, and it was just kind of nice, really, that, sure, yeah, they were sort of playing it up a little to give Stark a hard time, but it did feel comfortable and natural and just really nice that, even if they hadn't seen each other since her last visit to the island, it was like barely any time passed at all.

"Well," she said, "we should at least check 'em out and get our stuff moved in from the ship now so we don't have to deal with it later. That way, we can just chill and relax for the rest of the day, right?"

Chiana's usual options for female companionship were former-military current-mom Aeryn and very weird and very old Noranti. She was thrilled to have someone else around. That she genuinely enjoyed Summer's company (and teasing Stark) was an added bonus.

"I can help move stuff," she said. "You bring me anything?"

Stark had promised chocolate.

"And we'll track down Aeryn and John and the little guy." Noranti would just appear. That was how she was. "Have a little welcome to the ship party. And I'll give you a tour!"

"Believe me," Summer assured Chiana with a snort, "you will not be disappointed with what we brought with us. And a little welcome to the ship party is as a good an excuse as any to just dive right into a lot of it, too. After the tour, maybe? I'd love to see more."

"There are a lot of things I'd like to show you," Stark said.

Chiana snorted. "Yeah, I bet."

"We can save some of them for later," Stark continued, trying to ignore her. "We should try and find the others. They could help with the things on the ship? Although we don't need to take everything out yet. Do we? Are there things you want to see, Summer? Specific things. We can do whatever you like, you know."

Within reason!

Summer was just going to keep any and all comments about what she may or may not have been shown so far to herself, for Stark's sake, really, though she smirked a little with her shrug.

"I don't know," she admitted. "Nothing in particular, I guess, I just figured we'd sort of just feel out a vibe and just chill with it for a while. I mean, I just mostly want to see what it's like normally around here, you know?"

Stark would appreciate that discretion!

"All right," he said, nodding and pulling his comms back out of his pocket. "Crichton? Would you meet us in the docking bay? We brought presents..."

"Already on our way, Astro," came the immediate response. "Little D can't wait to see you."

"Right," Stark said, nodding again and turning to Summer and Chiana. "Back to the ship then."

"Astro?" asked Summer, quirking an eyebrow at Stark as they started heading back to the ship.

Look, it was either that, or she focused on the copious amounts of time she was going to be hearing the phrase 'Little D' and having to keep a straight face, apparently, so she figured she went with the more gracious option.

(Rich, really, coming from a woman whose alternate versions named her kids after holidays, food stuff, and anime characters).

"He calls me that, sometimes," Stark said vaguely. "Something from a cartoon? He told me once I looked like AstroBoy? I don't really know." But it was nice to have a nickname.

And Little D was, unfortunately, what the comics had decided to call the poor kid. So undignified.

As they returned to the docking bay they were greeted by a couple and their small child of indeterminate age (somewhere between toddler and preschool, perhaps) who was clearly fascinated by the pink ship.

The woman was watching the boy intently, always alert to possible dangers. The man broke into a grin when he spotted Stark and his companions. "Welcome back, man!"

"Thank you, Crichton," Stark said with an answering smile. "Hello, Aeryn."

"Stark." She glanced over at him with a very brief nod before turning her attention back to her son.

Stark gestured towards his shipmates to properly introduce them, "Summer Smith, meet John Crichton, from Earth. Aeryn Sun. And their son, D'Argo Sun-Crichton."

Unfortunate nickname or not, at least Little D clearly had great taste.

And the fact that Stark did make a from Earth distinction quirked Summer's intrigue a little bit, but something to file away and potentially poke at later, because, let's be honest, the only thing more interesting that space in general was space with variants of Earth to compare her variant to, but let's not just dive right into grilling the poor guy about points of first contact, alternate dimensions, history of invasions, blah blah blah...

So she was just adding a smile to that tilt of her head and a wave of her hand. "Hi. Nice to finally get the chance to meet you guys." She then nodded toward D's clear fascination with the ship. "And if he thinks the outside's interesting, wait until he gets a load of the disco ball in the back."

"This may be the most pink he's seen in his life," Aeryn said dryly. "Is it meant as a distraction? To disorient the enemy?"

D'Argo patted the side of the ship approvingly and turned to his father, arms raised for a pickup.

"You got a disco ball in that thing?" Crichton snorted and grinned as he picked up the boy. "Got a light-up dance floor in the back too? Where'd you get a ship like that, anyway?"

"I've never seen anything quite like it," Aeryn said. "Is it from your Earth? Some other planet?"

Summer grinned eagerly, more than happy to have the topic of conversation revolve entirely around her ship at the moment, and she lightly shook her head as she sorted through the best way to answer the litany of questions.

First, she lightly shook her head. "I got it in another galaxy," she said. "Far, far away. It's a heavily modified VCX-series auxiliary starfighter...a friend and I spruced it up from junk and I had another friend paint it for me so it's a little more on brand, plus, you know...distract, disorient, subvert expectations..." She grinned a little more. "And if definitely leaves an impression on people."

Even literal babies!

These were two adults who were thrilled to have a conversation with a new adult about a new ship, okay?

And maybe they were trying to feel Summer out as well. She was in their home now, with their shipmate.

"Sure as hell leaves an impression," Crichton said. "Whattya think, Aeryn, slap some hot pink paint on your prowler?"

"Absolutely not."

"Maybe we could trick out one of the transport pods," Crichton continued cheerfully. "Racing stripes in pink? Maybe something sparkly?"

Chiana snickered.

"She really does have a disco ball," Stark said. "In the back of the ship. I like it. And I like the pink. It's a good color."

A soft snort from Chiana's direction but Crichton just nodded thoughtfully. "I'm sure you do, buddy. So, y'all got stuff to unload? We taking things to your room, Stark?"

Summer was also pretty thrilled to have a conversation with new adults about ships, too, which lead her to making a note to see about having a look at those pods and especially whatever a prowler ended up being, while also deciding that, yes, she liked this Crichton guy already, and Aeryn, too, although whenever she did say anything, Summer was tempted to squint a little bit at her because there was just something almost familiar about her voice...Maybe if she spoke a little more, Summer could figure out what it was making her brain twitch a little about her voice.

"Pretty much just our stuff, right?" Summer asked, turning her attention to Stark as she fished her keys back out of her pocket. "Everything else is mostly just stuff we brought for you guys from Earth, so, like, might as well take that stuff to your galley or mess hall or rec area or whatever you call it, I don't know your set-up here..."

As she spoke, she pushed the little button on her key fob that made a little 'beep-beep!' to then open up the side hatch to the back for easy access to everything they'd brought, revealing the neat boxes and their personal suitcases, the comfy little seating area she'd made for particularly long trips, Pancakes' elaborate series of cat cubbies and scratching posts and climbing towers, and, of course, the aforementioned disco ball.

It did not, however, reveal all the extra stuff she had down below in the smugglers' panels. She was saving that for a dramatic reveal later, preferably a moment where she'd gotten everyone to a point of 'just when you thought this chick couldn't get any cooler...boom. Smuggler shit.'

"You got a cat in there?" Crichton asked, sounding very excited at the prospect. The closest thing to a pet onboard Moya was the DRDs and while some of them had been trained to do certain things they weren't cuddly. Or soft.
"And you do have the disco ball. Love it. Maybe we can get one of those for the center chamber. Or, Aeryn, one above our bed?"

"Absolutely not," Aeryn said without even looking at him. She was too busy peering inside the ship. "What did you bring in all of these boxes?"

"Presents!" Stark said excitedly. "For all of you." He was already picking up their suitcases. "You'll like it. I promise."

Summer gave Stark a somewhat withering side-ways glance before shaking her head and deciding not to point out that that would probably only make most people suddenly start to question if they'd like it or not, but maybe that was just her? So she focused instead on helping and explaining further.

"It's all just a bunch of stuff from our Earth that we figured you guys might want or need," she said, grabbing a box of her own, too. "Because if we were coming anyway, might as well stock you up with some good stuff. But, no, sorry, I didn't bring Pancakes....that's my cat...this time, but maybe next time I can? She's not the biggest fan of space travel, but she can deal with it."

Although Summer would be keeping an eye out for potential shipmates that might try to eat her. She wasn't about to outright ask, that just seemed a little rude.

Noranti might be tempted to make stew out of poor Pancakes, it was true. Not once she was told not to but if she wasn't given instruction ahead of time...

"Didn't need to bring anything," Crichton said easily as he reached for a box. "And a cat'd disappear real fast in here. Moya's huge. Lots of places for a kitty to hide."

Pancakes might just head to Pilot's den where there was a captive audience with several arms who might be able to provide all the pets she needed.

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