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Thrice
Legacy Name: Thrice

The Vibrant Montre
Owner: Dimitri

Age: 5 years, 2 months, 3 weeks

Born: February 1st, 2019

Adopted: 5 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: February 1st, 2019

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 5
   
• Defense: 18
   
• Speed: 7
   
• Health: 14
   
• HP: 14/14
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

A tiny baby girl was born in the darkest of nights and a sky that looked like the stars were gone. Hushed whispers of bad omens among her people. For she was born without wings.
Her mother, ignoring those fears, wrapped herself and her tiny bundle within her own feathered wings. "She will fly higher than all of us. I know it."

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Thrice slowly made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Her mother greeted her happily. "Finally out of bed! You're going to be late for class if you don't hurry up," A plate of her favorite breakfast was placed on the table. She sighed. Her mother frowned, knowing what was bothering her. "Honey, classes are almost over, then you'll be free to take that apprenticeship, and all this will be behind you." Her mother went to hug her daughter but Thrice waved her away to sit down and eat.
"Yeah sure. But until then I'll hate every minute of it." Schooling was never a fun time for her, being without wings, she was constantly picked on, bullied, and tormented. They moved Stars know how many times until they found this town on the outskirts of the biggest Starship industry she'd ever seem. It's where she found a place she could be herself, a old shop that fixed up gliders and small aircrafts. It was like walking into a dream. Ever since she was small, Thrice was fascinated with starships and what it would be like to fly among the stars. She even decorated her room with old ship parts, flags, posters, and even those silly glow in the dark stars. But her most prized item was a blurry photo from a magazine of the most infamous sky captain in the known worlds. Thrice idolized them, and imagined herself riding with their crew. The only thing is no one knew who they were. Just a name. Captain Aries, who flew the Black Crown.
An older man, whose wings had seen better days and clearly flightless, took pity on her and allowed her to tinker in the shop with whatever she liked. There she taught herself how to fix up her own glider, eventually retrofitting it to fly higher and faster than normal. It was a blessing, and essentially became her 'set of wings'. Eventually the old man, whom she nicknamed Pappi, offered her a spot in his shop once she finished her schooling. That day couldn't come soon enough.

Her whole childhood felt like it had gone in slow motion, and now that she was finally in Pappi's shop, the days went by so fast she felt she'd never get anything done. Today was a little different though. "Hey kid, got something special for you to work on." Pappi called her over to the large back bay door, the one that lead out to a landing pad, usually reserved for small deliveries and storage. Thrice was mildly curious, since that door was never opened.
"I never mentioned this before, but I have a special client I've had for years. There requires a bit of secrecy mind you, no real names are ever used, so here we call 'em 'King'." Pappi and Thrice rolled the doors open to reveal a Runner, a small two-man, open top hoverbike that was used by large ships to travel to and from land. It looked like it had seen better days.
"Yikes, what have they been doing. The poor thing is full of bullet holes! And... is that a big piece of metal skewering the engine?!" Thrice nearly threw a fit at how badly treated the bike was, let alone how much work it was going to take to fix it. "If I see this 'King', I'm going to give them an earful about this! Stars what a way to treat your tools." She grumbled her way over to the bike to move it inside.
Pappi just chuckled to himself, unfazed at the damage. Apparently he had seen worse. "King will be in some time next week to check on progress, though he said he wasn't is 'any particular hurry' to get it back. But still, the faster it's done the better." The old man left Thrice to work and set to working at his own bench of other orders to fill.
Thrice set to dismantling the Runner, all while cursing a fake name under her breath.

The week went by like cold molasses. Slow. Thrice was able to fix the Runner just fine... after the fire, and the cut she received on her face when pulling the piece of metal out of the engine. It was fine. While she waited for their mystery client, she decided to tinker with her own glider, the thing had seen better days and could use better parts. So intent on her work, Thrice didn't hear the side door open nor the footsteps walking towards her.
"Nice bike you've got there."
She nearly jumped out of her skin. "AH! Stars, I almost hit my head!"
"My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you."
Thrice put her tools on the seat of her bike and turned to greet them. "Was Pappi not at the front desk? He should have been there-" She stopped mid sentence once she finally got to look at them. It wasn't very often they got clients that were a different race than her own, and they were almost always the same ones. But the man standing if front of her now was incredibly handsome. Long black hair that looked iridescent in the light, a skin tone that seemed almost silver. And his eyes, the colour of a sunset. Stars, she could get lost in those eyes. Thrice blushed a little when she realized she was staring. How unprofessional of her.
He held out his hand to her, which she shook nervously. She hoped he didn't notice her admiring, though his smirk suggested he might have. "King. I'm here to pick up the bike, Old Man told me you finished it." So he was out front! Sneaky ol' man, she'd have to get him back for that.
"Thrice. You're bike is in the back." Taking him back, she described the work she did on it, what she completely replaced and may have used a few words that were definitely not professional. They chatted for a while about the Runner, her Glider, and even some details about his ship. She enjoyed herself so much she even forgot to chew him out about taking better care of his things.
She was almost sad when he had to leave, but they both had other work to do. Once he was out of sight, Thrice whipped around, a displeased look on her face. "Paaaaappiiiii~!" The sound of a wrench dropping echoed in the shop, then the - quick- shuffles of someones feet who knew they were in trouble. Thrice just laughed and went back to her bike.

A few days later, Thrice was tasked with a delivery to the shipyards. Package in hand, she made her way over to the Warehouse doors and knocked. It was an awkward moment before someone finally came to the door, and Thrice near laughed out loud. In the doorway was King. "Special delivery," She said, holding the box out for him. Instead, King opened the door more and motioned with his arm that she was invited inside. "Are you sure? I mean, Pappi did say that... you apparently, wanted help, but this is one of the largest hangers here, I'm sure you have plenty of help."
King just smiled. "Yes I'm sure. My mechanic is getting up there in age and isn't as nimble as he used to be. Ol- ... Pappi, keeps telling me how amazing you are and I wanted to see that for myself," He folded his arms behind his back and motioned with his head for her to follow. "This way Thrice, I'll introduce you to my crew."
To be honest, she didn't think she was that 'amazing', she was sure Pappi was exaggerating about her skills, but she followed anyway. Passing through the office doors and into the hanger Thrice saw it. She gasped loudly and nearly dropped her package. The ship was exquisite, black metal with gold trims, and even a gold figurehead sporting a ruby jeweled crown. Albeit full of holes, and Thrice's heart hurt seeing it. But... she could recognize this ship anywhere.
It was the Black Crown.
He chuckled. "Ah, I see you know the ship. Yes, it's who you think it is."
Thrice stared wide eye at him. Then that would mean... "You're Captain Aries."
"Actually, Aries was my mother. Those magazine articles from years ago that everyone loved were published around the time she vanished. I'm Arden, I've been the Crowns captain since then."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Arden dismissed what she was going to say with a wave. "It's fine," He then stuck two fingers in his mouth and let loose the loudest whistle Thrice had ever heard. "All hands on deck!" Within moments, nine crewmen exited the ship and lined up. It was a menagerie of different people, Thrice had never seen some of these races before. "Alright everyone, this is Thrice, she's going to help out with repairs. Thrice, this is my crew."
He introduced everyone one by one, starting with his first mate. "First Mate Gardula, as fierce as she looks, and incredibly nasty in a fight. But I'd trust her with my life."
"You flatter me Captain." She grinned a toothy grin, making sure to show off her razor sharp teeth.
Next was Second Mate Braig, a massive man who's skin looked like worn leather. Ro'jia, in charge of navigation, and looked the opposite of Braig, so skinny she thought he'd snap in two with the slightest breeze. Thrice was told he was in fact an android, and preferred the smaller body model as is was easier to get around. The rest of the crew was named faster than she could keep up. But she figured if she was to be here for a while, she'd get their names right eventually. She did remember that Arden warned her about the twins, and that they liked to be sneaky and pull pranks on new people. All harmless he assured, but Thrice laughed nervously anyway.
There was two crew members missing however, one being the Chef, who was usually too preoccupied in the kitchens to come out anyway, and the Engineer. Arden dismissed the crew and took Thrice inside to meet him. "He is a bit of a grump to people, but I think he'll warm up to you in no time. He appreciates it when others know what they're doing." They found him in the engine room, trying to fix, well, almost everything. Arden cleared his throat to get the mans attention.
"Aye Captain?" He was a more rounded man, full thick graying beard and wearing a sizable about of grease.
"This is Thrice, she's here to help make repairs. Try not to scare this one away this time will you?"
He 'harumphed' at the captain. "No promises. Well, lets see what you can do lass."

It took them all two weeks to get the Black Crown back in tip top shape. Thrice ended up making a few friends and was a little sad that they would be leaving soon. Mal, the engineer, even took a liking to her. She gathered her things and packed them on her bike. "Try not to get into any fights with pirates next time."
Arden laughed. "Can't do that. I go where I'm needed, and sometimes that's to break up a fight," He almost didn't want to see her go. He hesitated at first, opening his mouth a few times before finally spitting it out. "You know, you could stay."
Thrice couldn't believe her ears. Surely he was crazy. She blushed a little when she noticed him staring at her. "Oh... I don't know about that."
"I've been talking it over with Gardula, even she agrees you could be a good fit. Hell, even Mal took a liking to you, and he doesn't like anyone. He's been wanting to retire honestly, and I'll admit I've been chatting with Pappi about you for a while. He thinks you'd do fine too." The captain seemed genuine as far as Thrice could tell, but she was baffled anyone would like her enough to say they were friends, let alone a spot on a crew. Her people didn't like her, thought she was some kind of bad omen. What if she was bad luck?
"Just think it over. We will be leaving port midnight tomorrow, so if you want to join us..." He turned and went back to his ship, disappearing inside. Thrice had a lot to think about.

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The crew of the Black Crown moved about the ship with a surprising amount of diligence, getting everything ready to take off. Arden stood at the very front of the glassed in deck, watching the dock. He couldn't wait much longer, there was only minutes before the scheduled launch. Sighing, he turned away. He was so sure she would show up, a gut feeling. But he guessed it wasn't meant to be.
He was almost halfway through the doors to the captains quarters when Gardula hissed behind him. "You were right Captain. She's here."
Took her long enough. With a huge grin on his face he whirled back around to face his first mate. "Open the loading doors and come with me. We have a new crewman to greet."

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