After an moment Jag was able to refocus on the more important duty of evacuation from this world. Collective forces won't stand idly by as their wanted fugitive is now lose. The Sanghvi begin to briefly searched through the group before making it's way to the Muramasa landing site.
While moving out, the Sanghvi kept it's eyes on Terika. Trying to desperately figure out this peculiar fascination with this soft-carbon, that being an Kanad no less.
Jag made sure to keep it's distance from the rest of the team as they arrived onto the Muramasa. Jag being the last to walk upwards on the loading ramp, both to scan the surrounding area of the site and to kept out of notice of the rest the team.
The Sanghvi took an brief departure from the others as it entered the vessel's halls, putting itself into an open maintenance compartment along side the corridor to the bridge while behind the others in the hall.
Taking an moment to consolidate it's thoughts towards this Terika, what made it so interesting to itself? The soft-carbon looked to be an fairly competent political terrorist with odd assortment of crew members.
While an offworlder Kanad aren't commonalty involved deeply in this short of trade, their not particularly rare either. Many this Terika was one of the many business partners that Jag had worked with in the past? Jag thought to itself.
No, can't be. It would have remembered something like that when it first laid it's Sanghvi eyes on it.
Maybe the Kanad was hurt or injured by the many actions Jag has taken in it's long career of cut throat piracy? No, Jag counteracted itself mid thought.
That's pure paranoia. Jag reconciled, this is far different then any of those possibilities.
This feeling is.....Alien, to the say the least. The Sanghvi grudgingly concluded and after another moment, Jag decided to put these thoughts behind it and continued walking towards the bridge .
As soon as Taylor reached the medical bay, she set the incapacitated Silvia on a clear table for Abraxas to tend to whenever he got here. Now to go get out of this riot uniform and into normal clothes. She left the medical bay, and proceeded to her room where she changed and cleaned the blood from her ear and face.
After tending to the wound, she returned to main tunnel, dressed in clothing similar to that in which she first boarded the Muramasa wearing. She had swapped out the beret for a simple black military cap, though, which bore the insignia of the SDF on the front.
Owen's blood began to boil at Yuga's comment. "I suggest you stop talking, because that sounds an awful lot like a threat to me." Owen muttered. As Owen spoke, his volume increased. "If you know my history, then you know that slights against me usually end with crumpled heaps of machine limping down pit road, begging to be put out of their misery. And those who think that causing an after race pit road fight to be the best way end up realizing that I always have an ace up my sleeve." At this point, Owen was almost shouting. Owen's voice then returned to its normal volume. "Let's just get this bird back in the air"
((Just so you guys know, this character can be very mean. Please don't get mad at what Owen says))
Jag stop dead in it's tracks when it reached the door, it felt the faint presence of the Ayr once more laying beyond the door. The Ayr psychic voice still faintly echoing within i it's mind.
Hesitant that it's interest in Terika would be visible to the Ayr like an torch if it was to dip it's eyes into the Sanghvi's mind again.
As such, the Sanghvi took an deep breath of ship's air. Putting it's mind into an closed state before entering the bridge, keeping it's attention focused ahead on the various optic systems and briefly skimming over the personnel in the room.
After having greeted Yanim, Vakarus returned to his post. "Well met, Mysterious-one." Said Vakarus as he passed Jag on the way in.
As he sat down he noted the tension between Owen and Yuga. "Yuga'ayrin, it is advisable not to anger he who pilots this vessel. Especially not when one is about to enter the domain of stars."
[QUOTE=enigmarage;49854256]Owen's blood began to boil at Yuga's comment. "I suggest you stop talking, because that sounds an awful lot like a threat to me." Owen muttered. As Owen spoke, his volume increased. "If you know my history, then you know that slights against me usually end with crumpled heaps of machine limping down pit road, begging to be put out of their misery. And those who think that causing an after race pit road fight to be the best way end up realizing that I always have an ace up my sleeve." At this point, Owen was almost shouting. Owen's voice then returned to its normal volume. "Let's just get this bird back in the air"
((Just so you guys know, this character can be very mean. Please don't get mad at what Owen says))[/QUOTE]
((No harm. A character should have their own quirks and personalities. IF this is his and you write it well I have no problem with it.))
Yuga observed as Owens tone and attitude increased.
"Violence seems to be a part of your trade and on the contrary your statements seem to be the threats in this discussion" She made a brief pause and narrowed her gaze.
"Mr.Jackson, If your specialty is the destruction of enemy vessels then let us keep it that way. I only hope you do not bring those traits with you as we embark on our journey. This is not a pod-racer, it is a starship, Mr. Jackson, surely you must know the significant differences between the two.
There will be no after race pit fights here, not if we are all floating in the void."
She left Owen and walked to the holotable to open up the galactic map. Vakarus' opinion had not gone unnoticed.
"As a navigator, the domain of the stars are equally mine as they are Mr.Jacksons. Perhaps you should let us settle our own disagreements and tend to your own duties, Va'un."
All thought Yugas tone hadn't changed as much, a slight tone of hostility had made itself apparent under the monotone layers.
Abrax dragged himself to the Labs, spotting the incapitated angel left here. He took off his coat and went to his workplace, taking out an emergency kit and observed a needle. He flicked the needle twice and jabbed him after rolling up his sleeve. He felt the calamity and light fading away back into reality. Nodding to himself and worried about his own safety. He was safe, for now. He turned to the fallen teammate and reminded himself to check on her as soon as he made more kits. He pulled out empty glasses and got to work again.
Vakarus bowed his head. "Very well Yuga'ayrin, I will keep that in mind."
Well that was a hell of a first op, thought Taylor as she headed through the main tunnel. She went straight to the mess hall, to the bar area in the back. She needed a drink, and hopefully Ahaz was still alive and awake.
She strolled in and sat down at the bar itself, looking around.
Ahaz looks at Taylor. "What'll it be?"
"[URL="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B-52_(cocktail)"]A B-52 with a full payload.[/URL]" she responded. She'd have preferred just a straight bottle of vodka or something, but she couldn't get wasted. Not yet.
She replied to Vakarus with a slow nod and turned to Owen once again.
"Very well, Mr.Jackson. Take her away."
She turned to face the galactic map, "If our contractor had more business to attend to on Itara and our departure angers her I will take responsibilty for it. After today operation I would say it would be wise to put a fair distance between us and the black fleet."
Yuga plotted a route on the map and transfered it to Owens screen. It would take them off Itara and around is moon to scramble radars temporarily. After that they would go to make a jump towards Rigel, disengage halfway and land on Gorgon, a planet with a Phoenix Co. mining colony with no direct alligiance to the collective.
Amelia got up from her bed and changed into a tank top and sweat pants. She moans, a few bruises on her arms and back are still there. She walked out of her room, eyes half open as she just woke up from her nap.
Entering the bar, she walks to the counter.
"Hot... *yawn*... coco please," she asks while rubbing her eyes.
Ahaz prepares a hot cocoa with whiskey and a B-52. He serves the drinks up. "I was out for a while. What happened recently?"
Amelia sees Ahaz pour whiskey in the drink. She takes it and throws it into the trashcan and lands it.
"One without your stupid whiskey," she grits her teeth.
Ahaz scowls and prepares another hot cocoa. He pours in a bit of bourbon as a personal favor to Amelia and makes sure to be out of her sight. He serves it to her and repeats what he said before.
Taylor watched him pour the bourbon into Amelia's drink, then give it to her.
"Remember what I said earlier about her drinks, bartender." said Taylor, in a low, threatening tone. "Give her a clean drink, before I break your arm." Her B-52 was silently burning in front of her, the small flame wavering.
"Drink before it overheats." Ahaz replies.
[QUOTE]"Drink before it overheats." Ahaz replies.[/QUOTE]
"I like it when its hot." said Taylor. She blew out the flame, and downed the shot. She made a face, shook her head, and set the glass back on the bar.
"FUCK that's good." she said, before grinning.
Alex walked into the bar carrying a small box labeled "For Ahaz". He walked to the bar and placed it in front of the bartender. "Listen. You and I got off the wrong foot. If we're gonna spend time together, it better not be at our throats." He noticed Taylor looking ready to strangle Ahaz. "Did I miss anything?"
"He spiked her drink again. Twice." she said, looking back at Alex with a smirk.
"Just a good drink." Ahaz smiles.
Alex slowly turned his head towards Ahaz, keeping a straight face. He pushed the box forward with his finger. "I made you something. A sandwich I used to make for my dad when he felt down on his luck. Enjoy it."
Ahaz smiles and opens the box. He sees a sandwich and says, "What kind of sandwich is it?"
"We call it the old Koronov remedy. Was raised in a religious household so there would be nothing against any religion in there. Dad was a stickler for that."
János, having noticed that the away team is back, went to the bar to see what's going on. Already things were blowing up, with more spiked drinks. He leaned on the wall, waiting to see what'll happen next.
with the coordinates ready, Owen lifted off, pointed the ship in the right direction, yelled out "Hang on tight!" over the intercom and simultaneously gave the ship full throttle. Part of the reason was because he knew they needed to make a swift exit, the main reason, however, was that it was just plain fun.
Ahaz eats it and smiles. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." Alex said with a smile. He turned around to leave when he stopped. "Oh, the reason I gave you that sandwich is because you remind me of my dad." He turned around. His expression changed. "A real stand up guy. Running around putting stuff in drinks and food. Real trippy stuff too. Real! Nice! Guy!" He paused to regain himself and changed his expression to a smile again. "So I put what I usually put in his food. Laxatives. Bathroom is to the right."
Taylor heard the explanation, and started chuckling. This was gonna be fun. "Well, I'll leave you to take the Browns to the Super Bowl." she said with a smile, before departing the bar herself.
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