Foxglove tosses her bag onto her back, and extends it's vines to grab the hand terminal. It pushes into the cramped engineering corridor just outside its small bunk space. The micro gravity here made it easy for her to weave gracefully through the narrow passageways that surround the core of the ship. With a final push, it slides down the inner spoke leading to the rotational drum of the gravity deck.
It emerges into the hallway, and pirouettes into the new gravitational orientation with a fluidity only years of practice could Instill into her core. It was, to her, as though she were dancing with the ship itself.
"hey, Cryss, I'm going on leave. You're in charge. Don't break her ok?"
The verdant green Affini nods lightly and continues working on a panel nearby the hanger door.
Foxglove scans the hanger for her personal. It didn't take long. She was the only Affini she'd ever know who flew a retired Terran battle cruiser. Angular and Primitive as it may be, she just couldn't resist that punch they had when they dropped through hyperspace. She had, of course, added a few floral touches of her own though.
The sharp black angles stuck out against the vines cradling her from below, as the hanger crew directed her to the launch position.
"The Nightshade", stenciled on her side, bloomed in a vibrant purple, and the Affini's modifications became more and more apparent the closer Foxglove got.
It extended its vines and pulled itself into the lower hatch, tossing her bag into the Hab room as she made her way to the bridge
The whole ship hummed as the Jump Drive spooled up for the trip. It was an... Interesting experiment, really.
Foxglove had a soft spot for the simplicity of Terran engineering, and enjoyed the occasional inefficient quirks of their drives. However, she also liked to go fast. The Affini Jump drive was far more powerful than a Terran vessel had ever been designed for, but frost over the Everbloom was it fun to fly.
It sat quietly calmly in the pilots couch, a beautiful weave of sleek black vines replacing the gaudy Terran chairs, and powered up the custom terminal system it had built to run the strange bastard of a cruiser.
The sub-light propulsion gently lifted the ship from its cradle, and Foxglove let itself drift briskly out into the black abyss. Turning the Nightshade away from the behemoth she called home, she blew a kiss to the red/orange petals of The Amaranthaceae.
"See you soon, Petals," She cooed, as the navigational terminal blinked green, indicating the jump drive was charged. With a slow, steady breath, it closed its eyes, and jammed the throttle.
