Chronos II was a cesspool of a planet. 

It was a waste really, as it really shouldn't have gotten into this state to begin with. Grandly named, the large frozen gas giant was in a prime bit of space and its surrounding satellites were rich with resources. But something had  happened not too long down the line, something in the Citadel's bureaucratic machine caused a logjam and now all that potential was reduced to a glorified tax write off and now the majority of the planet's space stations and habitations had been left half-completed and mostly empty.    

Space Station 241 was one of those stations. Some enterprising soul had taken over, and turned the station into a refueling stop for traveling ships. But it was guaranteed that it wasn't a sanctioned takeover. The only reason why they were stopping at this particular station was because it was absolutely vital that they keep a low profile. It might be host to all kinds of desperate unsavory types, but it was fast, cheap, and nobody stuck around long enough to ask questions. 

Viva guided The Lucidae slowly into docking position in a vacant, out of the way fuel port, acutely aware of how hot  she'd been running. Even at the slowest possible speed, Luce was ticking and groaning something fierce, and they'd barely had enough fuel to get them in. Viva gave a relieved sigh as the ship successfully docked, they'd need to get the pair of tanks fueled up and have some serious cooldown time, but the odds of being able to outrun another tail had gone up considerably in her mind now that they were here. 

Still, it was a stark reminder of just how rickety the old girl had gotten. The Lucidae was home, and she didn't like to admit that she was falling short of her former glory... From the fading paint to the weakening couplets and jury rigged power converters, her age was showing and if she didn't get some serious TLC she might be on her last legs soon...

She wished Val would wake up, if only to ease her mind about the Lucidae breaking down. Valko still hadn't waken from his healing coma, but the Doc said it was only a matter of time now. Viva would gladly put up with him chewing her ear off over how hard she'd driven Luce and what all needed fixing if it meant he'd be up and at 'em again. 

The Doc, Liore Lanrete, had turned out to be a pretty decent sort of fellow. He'd weathered her cold shoulder and snapping attitude with more compassion and empathy that she rightly deserved seeing as he wasn't even the main target of her ire. Liore'd had nothing to do with this mess that [i]Noah[/i] had gotten them into, and while she was glad he was so willing to help in her time of need Viva was still feeling guilty about literally dragging him down with her. 

So after she'd had enough time to sort through things, she'd shaken off her pride and gone and apologize... And she'd sheepishly asked him his name as well. They'd talked, innocuous stuff and nothing of any real importance beyond her brother's prognosis and where they were headed next, but between her friendly nature and his reserved kindness they'd made it on to pretty good terms despite the situation being- well...

Which was more than what she could say about the state of her relationship with her Captain at the moment. They had not gotten along at the best of times, the way things were now it was only her own self discipline that kept her from doing anything too 'mutinous'. But Noah's continued arrogance, 'I know better than you' attitude, and snide comments and jabs weren't doing him any favors either, but she refused to give him a reaction. She continued to hold her cold steely silence towards him, save for the occasional 'yes [i]sir[/i]', 'no [i]sir[/i]' that made it clear that she was still angry and 'not talking' to him. She only ever called him sir when she was pissed off at him, and usually in a way that made it clear that she did not consider him worthy of such respect. Not that he cared, but she still refused to give him the satisfaction.

The rest of the time she'd spent pointedly ignoring him, either cooped up in the med bay with the dock looking over her brother, or shut away in the cockpit with the door closed and her rockus music jacked up full blast in a clear indication that she was not to be bothered.  

Securing the dock lock, Viva set the Lucidae down to idle and keyed in the codes that would initiate the 'request for fueling', only to frown when she didn't get the usual automated response. Turns out there was a reason that this side of the station was mostly vacant, as the station message she received indicated that the automated fuel mechanism was down for maintenance and she would either have to initiate a manual pump or relocate to a different fuel dock. Rolling her eyes at the inconvenience, she punched in the authorization codes for the manual pump activation along with the indication that they would be paying on their already strenuous credit... Usually Noah was the one who dealt with the financial side of these transactions, but since they were already hauling a fortune in drugs they would be getting paid well enough in blood money to cover the expense, she thought. Noah would have to deal.

Turning off her music, she swapped it out for her data-pad and slung her oversized headphones around her neck and grabbed her coat. The space station was atmosphere accessible, which meant that she didn't have to completely suit up and go for a spacewalk to fuel up manually, but it was a thin atmosphere and that meant that it was damned cold and quiet out there. The cold she could handle, that kind of all pervasive silence got into your head though so she always made sure to bring her music, if only to have something other than her own breath and heatbeat to listen too. 

Heading out, she made a short detour to the medibay. 

"Knock knock," She said at the doorway in place of actually knocking, "Hey Doc, we're docked."

"This backwater rock's auto-fuel is down," She continued after a moment, "So i'm gonna have to do a manual pump. I might as well top up the power cells while i'm out there, so if the lights flicker don't freak out. Unless we have anything else that's in dire need of getting we should only be dirtside for about thirty min tops."