𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐞.

{ @-F0r-SuperEarth- @the_hellbane @cybergearz @hyrded }
            
            // thank you guys so much for the wishes, and for your support <3

&.     happy birthday, dearest. i pray you’re graced with nothing but utter happiness&    blessings. 

 happy day of birth ;;confetti;; ;;dance;;

{ @the_hellbane }
            
            // they ain't getting paid enough dawg- and just because i can, here's a bit of lore about skye's fave candy brand :skull:
            
            « ivy, you're back! » skye uttered out, her voice getting a notch louder than the usual after she was met with this surprise, having her eyes focused on a film running on a tablet propped up on her lap. on the seam side of the holographic screen, ivy could see a mirrored and fainter scene of an archaeologist doing their damnedest to outpace a massive boulder chasing them. now, the film was paused and set aside.
            
            the cyanette jogged up to the slayer, seeing the bag of treats that was now extended to her. those icy hues then shifted from the bag, to her partner, to the bag again, and then they finally settled on ivana. « thanks, ivy... i- no way. » she tried to thank, before something inside that bag caught her eye. as soon as she began to think that it was what she thought it was, she reached inside and pulled out that certain treat.
            
            a bag of nova strips. but not just any bag - a bag of nova strips made by the former company who shut down almost two years ago. judging by the wrapper, it was one of the last million units that would be packaged prior to the shutdown. these were comparably better than the new recipe by its competing brand. nowadays, they can be found in more niche corners of the galaxy. to see that ivy managed to get her hands on one of these special edition packs was really uncommon. « how'd you get this? » she chirped, her eyes lighting up like it was sirius morning all over again.

/    OR those inflatable dinosaur costumes.. 

{ @shxdowfxll }
            
            « huh? » skye was presented with a case from the princess, before carefully opening it. inside she could see the pristine, sealed packs, with labels the fixer's probably only seen in officer-class supply chains. they were clearly levels above the usual MRE rations she keeps aboard the nightowl. seeing this gift made the cyanette freeze for a half-second, part of her brain instantly wanting to brush it off as something she doesn't need... but another part, the tired part, can recognize how thoughtful this is. she could tell that aelith wasn't just being nice, but rather - she noticed. the fixer's voice remained calm, even - but it was just slightly softer than usual.
            
            « i... you didn't have to do this. »

{ @the_hellbane }
            
            « that's fair enough. » the pilot shrugged with a small smile of her own. at least she knew this person wasn't going to give the cyanette shit for being out of the settlement, and wasn't going to bring any trouble her way, either. once reassured, she patted a clear spot of grass next to her, offering the brunette to take a seat, after putting out her cigarette, finished with it. « you can stay 'ere. »
            
            it was clear that this person hasn't met anyone outside of the planet in a /long/ time by the way the questions were thrown at skye. even though some people might've found that annoying, she fully accepted that curiosity.
            « hey, no harm done. honestly, i cannot recall my first flight, but i'm pretty sure it was soon after i could proper see above me' controls... so i'd say about five, or six years... and it was on my gladius, as well! i adopted that stray from one of the scrapyards back home. the frame was well-kept, but it missed components. » skye uttered out, starting to drift off into talking about the her ship in a fashion comparable to a bedtime story, or a fairy tale.

[@-sparrowcall]
            
                 Ivana paused, catching herself mid-thought as she realized how contradictory her own question sounded. She wasn’t supposed to be outside the outpost, and there was no easy way to explain herself without sounding like a kid who broke the rules. Just thinking about it made her cringe a little. When Skye responded, Ivana slung her rifle over her back to show she wasn’t looking for trouble—though she kept a hand on the strap, just in case.
            
                 “That’s a fair question… and honestly, I don’t have a great answer,” she admitted with a sheepish grin, her fingers brushing the back of her neck. “I just needed to stretch my legs. Being stuck in that outpost day in and day out gets old fast, so I snuck out for a bit of fresh air.”
            
                 Her tone perked up with curiosity. “Are you the pilot they called in? I haven’t met anyone from another world in… well, a long time. That’s actually pretty gnarly.” Her eyes lit up as the questions started pouring out. “How long have you been flying? What kind of ship do you use? I don’t mean to bombard you, but it’s been forever since I talked to someone who wasn’t from Argent D’Nur—it’s honestly refreshing.“

{ @the_hellbane }
            
            the freelancer remained in her position and continued to enjoy the serenity nighttime offered. though a faint sound of the crunching ground was enough to catch her attention. it was a simple head turn to see what made that noise. not a snapping one while in full alert. she could only see a faint silhouette of a person holding a rifle and heading her direction. a common action someone like skye would do in that situation is to quickly stop whatever they're doing and run. but the cyanette? she didn't even feel like doing that as well. she was unarmed, and only had a pack of cigarettes and lighter on her person. it was enough that she couldn't smoke inside, but if they didn't let her do it outside either, then that's where she has a problem.
            
            while she was preparing herself for the lecture from one of the sentinels, the silhouette got close enough for the pilot to make out who that person was. she wasn't an enforcer, surprisingly, and looked like she wasn't supposed to be out here either. that eased whatever slight stress skye had on her mind. when ivana asked her, the cyanette gave a direct answer. it was true. there wasn't much to do out here anyway.
            
            « waiting for my ship to be fixed. what are /you/ doing out here? »

{ @shxdowfxll }
            
            skye let out a quiet sigh, though partly out of relief that the endeavor from earlier was over and the other half from annoyance towards the princess, because it could've escalated the squabble. « yeah, i understand... but that could've easily gone way worse. » the fixer remarked bluntly. judging by her tone, it wasn't really scolding, but it wasn't a praise either. « i've seen countless types like them before. dumb as bricks, fragile egos. these bastards would find enough justification to lunge at someone, or worse if they felt like they've just been disrespected. i've seen cases in which they've shot others just by looking at them the wrong way. i know you were meaning well by it, but please don't do that again, especially when it comes to de-escalating a situation. »

@-sparrowcall //
            
            //That’s so fair 

{ @-The_Legion- }
            
            // yep, already gave that a follow!

@-sparrowcall // what is funny is I have this account over here which is Wesker @mutant_mastermind 

@-sparrowcall 
            
            I love resident evil 

{ @G5Syncro }
            
            thanks mate, i appreciate it
            
            for now, skye's going to take the first proper nap she's had in years

@-sparrowcall 
            
            a sad day it is.
            
            I do hope the break works out for ya brother. you deserve the rest and the leisure. Good luck with all the exams and if by chance i forget happy b-day!

@-sparrowcall 
            
            Sleep well and good luck