Kessendra

Kessendra Space Port

Wayfarer-class transport, the Midnight Shadow - Crew Lounge

Having excused herself after Neassa had told 'em they'd be needin' respirators while on the surface, Connie had gone to the cargo bay to get enough breath masks for the crew members that'd be needin' 'em, taking the time to check that all the canisters are full n' that all the hoses are intact. Setting a crate with the breath masks inside on the floor near the boarding ramp's hatch, Connie says cheerfully, "There we go, breath masks for everyone! I've checked 'em all out, so jus' grab one. Leaning down to grab a few of the devices, Connie tosses one to Preacher, one to Erly, and another to Jemima before tossing a fourth towards an empty space near the sofa - where, in her delusional version of reality, Forseti catches it instead of it falling to the floor - before, picking up one for herself, she says, We prob'ly won't need 'em in the space port," and then heads down the boarding ramp.

Crinkling her nose in distaste as she glances around at the conditions in the space port, Connie stops near Neassa and says, "Wow, I won't be, like, sad ta see the back'a this place when we leave, ya know? We heard from the others yet?"

I find the Midnight Shadow at a spaceport, and move my ship to land nearby. Once I'm settled, Limey calls me, and I take off, flying. Me, I mean, not the ship again, because, that's just silly, since I just landed. Limey had set some clothes for me to take. A tattered poncho, a kind of metal plate armour that protects the front mostly, and my shoulders and arms. A pair of earthen coloured pants, and solid boots. I don't know why, but they seem familiar to me.

"Thank you, Limey." I say, and pick up the outfit set. Once I'm dressed, I finally head out, and I bring along a small flying droid the shape of a small cube. I fly for a short while, wanting to get some practice in. It seems to come naturally to me, but it's also tiring all at once. Still, I think it would be most useful and helpful in case things get...interesting. And I have a feeling that travelling with these people and my father can get very interesting very often.

I see a woman dressed quite like my father, meaning lots and lots of armour. Well I'm not exactly without armour myself now, and I stop flying once I'm about twenty meters from her, and walk the rest of the way. Now I'm a very short person, so once I'm beside her, I'm craning my neck up to look at her face...or rather, helmet. The little droid I had brought along floated near to me, recording everything in sight.

Kessendra Spaceport

Chuckling when Erly agrees with her sentiments where the space port and Kessendra in general's lack of appeal is concerned, Connie frowns a bit when she goes on ta say that they have yet to hear from the rest'a the crew aboard Krystal's ship, taking a packet of ciggies and her lighter from the breast pocket of her black Neo-leather jacket as she says, "Well, like, I can't 'magine they're too far behind, so hopefully we'll hear from 'em soon, ya know?"

Smiling at Jemima when she comes outta the Shadow, Connie lights her cigarette and takes a deep drag from it, looking up towards the rafters as she slowly exhales a thin stream of bluish smoke upwards. Following Jem's gaze a second later, Connie arches an eyebrow as Krystal, who is noticeably Spectre-free for some reason but who has a droid with her, flies towards them. Nodding a greeting to Krystal after she sets down, Connie, guessing the chickie is either a Forcie or has some nifty repulsor tech that enables her to fly like a baws, asks cheerfully, "S'up?"

Giggling when Jemima suggests that there might be enough spice in'a air ta make hallucinatin' possible, Connie asks her, "No sh . . . For realsies? Cool! After taking a series of really deep n' slow breaths, Connie turns around in a circle lookin' for any signs that she's hallucinatin'. Sounding a lil' disappointed when she sees nothing out of the ordinary, Connie pouts, Nuts, it ain't workin' for me Jem. Looking towards her left where, in her delusional version of reality, Forseti is jabbering at her to get serious, Connie tells the empty air, OK, OK, chill dude. Looking over at Jem and rolling her eyes exasperatedly as though to say 'can ya believe this guy?', Connie takes another drag from her cigarette and sniffs as she stands up a bit straighter to do that gettin' serious thing, and then exhales up towards the ceiling as she asks Ness, who she is pretty sure is the best one to put in charge in the situation, Any, like, last minute additions ta the plan chief? Sooner we get this party started, the sooner we can, like, get the frak outta here."

Kessendra Space Port

In front of the Wayfarer-class transport, the Midnight Shadow

Erly's sharp eyes caught movement to the corner, and she saw the kid again.The flying aside (which is no less amazing even if Erly did her best not to stare), where was a supervising adult??? Actually, for that matter, should she even be out here with them? Her eyes widened a moment, and she tilted her head to the Nagai woman when she spoke. Well, this girl was from the other ship, in fact, she was apparently the pilot, wasn't she? Well, this would affirm that the "team's" all here now.

She watched as Silas went out, while the Nagai went over to ask Neassa about getting the party started, and Silas came back, now dragging an alien with him, sporting a very interesting wound, and dumped him on the ground, telling everyone that he was waiting for them. Erly took a few steps over to Connie and leaned over to her, whispering in her ear, "I think it's safe to say he's started the party for us..."

She then walked over to the young girl and stood near her, unsure if she really should be witness to wanton violence, and considering what Silas had just done, she had a feeling more was on its way. Violence, that is.

"B-but this thing can kill!" Jemima stammered when she caught the weapon and held it in an unusual manner, as if holding something most unpleasant.

Finally she handed the gun over to her friend Anzhelina, muttering, "No, thank you."

She patted a section of her coat, checking to make sure her non-lethal ion stun blaster was there, and just smiled to herself. She wasn't unarmed, but at least she wasn't likely to kill.

Kessendra Space Port - In front of the Wayfarer-class transport, the Midnight Shadow

Her slightly nervous laugh as much surprised as amused at Erly's comment on the manner of Silas' return, Connie arches an eyebrow as she nods when Neassa says to keep an eye out for any pals the schutta Silas had deposited at her feet kinda like a cat might drop a dead bird, saying, "Yeah, got it," as she reaches behind her back to unholster her DC-15s.

Looking at Jemima a bit skeptically when her friend hands her the blaster Neassa had passed to her, as though to ask if she is sure she doesn't want to hang on to the weapon, Connie shrugs when it seems clear Jem doesn't want it, glancing down at it before tucking it into the side pocket of her jacket since she prefers her own blaster to an unknown, untried weapon. "Why don'tcha head back inside the ship?" Connie suggests to Jem since it seems to her that her friend will be safer inside the ship than out here in the open, her dark eyes scanning the hangar to determine if there are any other ways in or out than the one Silas came and went from. When she is satisfied that there is only the one approach to stand watch over, Connie reaches up and rubs her temple as she feels the beginnings of a headache coming on as she walks towards a decrepit looking hoversled that will provide at least some semblance of cover in case things get even more interestin'.

The Captain of the Midnight Shadow lies motionless in the medbay still bandaged from his injuries. The sight is quite unremarkable at first glance, but upon further inspection one may see the wonders of Ferrerron physiology at work. The damaged tissue was repairing itself at an amazing rate until the bandages covered only unbroken skin. His breaths become deeper and steadier. His eye begin to move beneath his eyelids and soon with a few blinks the Captain’s eyes open to find himself lying alone in the medbay.

Lying still as his eyes dart about the room Adrien finally gets a sense of where he is. The Shadow. Now how did he get here? And where was everyone else?

With what strength he had Adrien tried to sit up and only fell back into the bed breathing heavily. He waited just a few minutes to gather his strength once more and attempt to pull himself up. With a mighty grunt he heaved himself to a seated position, once again breathing heavily. Sitting slouched over Adrien began pulling the bandages and wires from his body as he examined himself.

Once he had determined that everything was alright he took a better look at the room, noting that there were a few items present that were not there before and the distinct scent of a perfume he did not recognize. Someone was here whom he did not know. This made Adrien a bit uneasy, given that he had only just acquired new crew members a few…Wait, how long have I been out? The thought to himself. He tried to piece what had happened together but right now it was a blur, he only remembered a few faces, and closer to the darkness he remembered blonde hair and then afterward there was a voice, indistinct but present. He put his head in his hands, covering his eyes as he tried to recall what had happened.

There was a job. And then Blondie, yeah, that was her name, Blondie. What was the job? What was the job? What was the job?...Bateman. Juvex. A spice run. He ran through his head over and over again.

As his memory cleared he could feel his strength returning and he slid his legs off the bed then pushed off, he stumbled but caught on a table with his forearm. Unbeknownst to him however, there was now a scalpel lodged in his forearm out of his view. He moved slowly and off balanced toward the door and peered outside to more empty halls. With as much stealth as he could manage he ventured out of the medbay and began making his way to his room to get dressed.

I have really good hearing, so my ears perk a little at the sound of the armored woman's voice, through a mechanical feed in her helmet, talking to a "Captain Draykon"? No idea who that is, but I don't think I met him before, which makes me really curious to see who else is in this ship.

"Please excuse me." I tell the blonde woman I have been standing next to this whole time, and take flight.

It's kind of both hard, and yet, sort of comfortable, flying on my own, and the more often I do so, the easier (sort of) it gets. It isn't a long flight anyhow, and I'm pretty soon inside the ship, flying through the boarding ramp, and then I ground myself when I see the man that I'm guessing is this Captain Draykon. "Yikes...you look terrible, mister..."

I cannot lie, he really does.

Jemima was just walking up the ramp when she saw Erly and the young girl going up ahead of her. There seemed to be some excitement going on. And she soon saw what it was. Her eyes widened at the sight of her patient, now standing, albeit looking a little out of it. Well that was hardly surprising, even if his coma had been less than a few days. It was heartening to see. She smiled happily. "Captain Draykon. It's good to see you so remarkably recovered."

She walked up, and noticed the scalpel in his forearm, and her eyebrow arched, "Now, how did that happen? Perhaps it would be best that you get back inside the infirmary so I can run a few checks. Yes? Oh, I'm Jemima Sacharo, biologist and doctor. I specialize in xenobiological research."