stykera | Summer's Ship, Hynerian Space, In Sight of Moya

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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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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