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A loud sigh of frustration came from the Europa as it sat peacefully in the hangar. The small fighter had been recently spray painted, with the outlines of the chosen artwork laying next to the quiet spacecraft, tossed aside after having been used like the paint cans. The right wing had the word “TEAM” on it, with the mythical planet of Kathar- the Kathirian homeworld -just below. The left wing meanwhile had the word “KATHIRIAN” with the skull of the same species spray painted below it. It was Holiday’s idea originally, a poorly drawn sketch which he had confronted Grace with in a burst of positive energy some time earlier, having completely interrupted a session of repairs just so they could customize their craft some more. That same positive energy he lacked right now.

Today had gone from great to horrible! Well, for him.

Grace had been sent with another two crewmembers in a shuttle, ridiculous- they were a team! Team Kathirian, the bestest crew in the whole galaxy! Partners in discovery, open to all who had a thirst for adventure. No brawl was too violent, no enemy too tough, no system too far! They could achieve anything as long as they believed! Together forever through thick and thin, loyal to their friends and those who fought with them! Nothing could or should separate them!

Well, thats what Holiday thought. Sitting in the cockpit alone with a frown, fiddling with the radio as a blanket covered his body up to the shoulders, with one hand holding a mug of a warm beverage. He was angry before with Grace being sent without him, now it was just sadness, frustration and boredom. After the radio replied with nothing more than static or silence, he let go of the dial and held the mug in both hands, leaning back as the chair’s fancy cushions surrounded his face. The fabric would emit with a familiar noise rubbing noise, letting his body sink further into it until he hit the back of the chair, giving out another sigh.

First gut feeling was to hate Shaw, but that’d be irrelevant, if he hadn’t signed up with Shaw in the first place he’d never have met Grace. Second gut feeling was then to punch Shaw- but that didn’t quite make sense because he wasn’t here. The third gut feeling was realizing it couldn’t be Shaw who made the order for the shuttle to depart, because he hated that shuttle and wasn’t here to organize the away team anyway.

Holiday squinted his eyes, taking a sip from the mug while staring blankly ahead, blaming wasn’t right, not with such a small crew of some thirty pirates on board. That wasn’t his. The frown would fade and he’d close his eyes, giving a slight smirk and a nod- there were just some times where constantly being together wasn’t an option then. There would come a time where he could lead again like in the old days with his brothers, inspire from the front and go anywhere and do anything, today just wasn’t that day. And maybe in the future they could steal some more kickass gear along the way, like mechs, they really needed their own mech...
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[i]Grace, New Newyork[/i]

She nervously tapped her heel against the ground, a rapid pace as her right leg hopped in place and a elbow was placed on the left thigh, body hunched over with a hand clasped about the locket around her neck, thumb rubbing against it. It was a cold ride over even with her jumpsuit on, adrenaline surging through her body long enough for her to begin to sweat with the slightest air causing a chill, the suspense of going on a mission like this always had the same reaction. 

Suspense, it was a killer of emotions and thought, Grace staring blankly at the shuttle’s metal floor without a single opinion on the situation, not even on those surrounding her. The mission ahead didn’t even have any food for thought, just an excuse for her body to go haywire and drain itself of any possible feeling of being alive. The hum of the engine only grew ever closer to her ears once a loud ‘clang’ shook her out of the trance, something possibly bumping against the shuttle on the outside, or a figment of her imagination. Once awakened and aware, her eyes would make a quick glance around the shuttle before dropping the gaze to the floor again. There were two others to help as well with this important task they were assigned on- CB17 and Artyom.

To say there wasn't any familiarity would be an exaggeration, but they weren't individuals she knew well of either. Getting closer to wherever they had been designated to land at would only bring a worrisome insecure feeling, hoping that those two were more then enough to deal with whatever was causing trouble for Shaw, because it certainly wouldn't be brought down by her timid protests or expertise on machines, not alone anyway.