Soaking in the ambience
30 Oct 2021Creamy Goodness III
Continued from Docks RP“Hum, good landing”
“Thank you Commander Marmot, Saud Kruger trained don’ch ya know? If the passengers feel the landing, the pilot needs more training”
Said Creamy parroting his Saud Kruger instructor.
“Tell you what commander, the gravity is station like here, I can take care of the cargo without a ground crew. Why don’t you go deal with the trade and enjoy some open sky? Always worth taking advantage of a natural atmosphere when there is one, what?”
Creamy being Creamy had managed to encourage Commander Marmot to get ‘chatty’. It turned out he had been quite the adventurer when he was younger. At the time, his high cheek bones and strong jaw line coupled with hazelnut skin and long black hair had given him a devil-may-care look that made Creamy a little envious. Young Marmot had been raised traditionally. He knew how to live off the land, a concept completely alien to Creamy, but Creamy did understand how much Marmot enjoyed being free of artificial atmospheres.
Marmot had traded the life of derring-do for that of a trader when he became a farther. Unfortunately, his wife didn’t like the responsible provider type, and left him a few short years after their second child was born. If Creamy was a little more observant, he would have noticed that Marmot was giving Creamy a warning about his own attitude towards life, but Creamy was not a ‘picking up the sub-text’ kind of guy. Still, the role of the farther-provider is very important in his culture, and Marmot worked a long but safe trade-chain sending credits back for his family.
Creamys’ suspicions about Marmots’ tribal-spacer persona were correct, it was an act. Creamy understood the benefits of seeming more exotic than one really was, after all, Creamy was currently travelling under a rather exotic nom de plume himself. Marmot said, if people are going to make stereotypical assumptions, a cleaver man learns how to play them. It’s no use getting older if you don’t get wiser.
After Marmot left, Creamy went to his tiny cabin to change. An earth-like atmosphere meant no pressure suit needed. The air pressure on Lushertha A1 was not unlike his home planet, but the gravity was less than an eighth of Creamys’ preferred pull. Still, that meant the cargo canisters were something he could manage solo, thanks to the fantastic loading equipment Marmot had on his ship and his own impressive strength.
Barrier cream and work gloves would help stop Creamy developing calluses, but the most important work aide was good boots and the right tunes. He found a station playing what was big on the local dance scene and activated his ear-studs. In no time at all, Creamy was in his own little world enjoying fresh air on his face while he busted fresh moves, moving cargo.