[@SIGINT][@Antarctic Termite] [@ChickenTeriyaki] [@LPRKN] [@Styxx Acheron] [@JaceBeleren]

Even though he was exhausted, Marco couldn't sleep. His nerves were still alight even as he tossed and turned in bed. He'd just thrown away what little he'd had, and he had no idea if this adventure he'd started on would lead him to death or glory.

At some point, he must have drifted off into a fitful sleep, because he woke up who knows how much later. He didn't feel well-rested, but he couldn't get back to sleep. He got up, and it wasn't long before he found the showers. Hot water trickled down his body as he thought over the events of the last day. That had been his first real fight. He'd probably killed several people. And...It had made him feel alive. For the first time since his father had disappeared. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed for the workshop. He didn't expect to see the hacker from before there. First he noticed that she was still in the suit, bloodspatters and all. That couldn't be healthy.

[color=00a651]"I'm going to get some clothes. Lemme borrow this."[/color] He said, picking up a pair of bolt cutters. Then he saw the drone from before. It was completely fixed.

[color=00a651]"You work fast, huh?"[/color] He said, before disappearing back down the hall. A series of loud *SNAP*s could be heard, and soon, Marco had returned, wearing a pair of jeans and a pendant around himself. He was lounging in the seat across from SIG. If he was going to be forced to live on a freighter, he was going to make himself at home on it.

As she spoke, wordlessly, Marco reached behind his neck, undoing the chain. He took the pendant off, and placed it on the table. It was a tiny black cube, each side only a few centimeters long. Now that he had left Frixion, it was the last memento he had of his dad.

[color=00a651]"It sounds like the first order of business is to get out of UFP space, then."[/color] Marco said, he tapped the top of the cube with his index finger. The room filled with a blue glow, as the cube projected a holographic image of the known Galaxy. Most of it was written in Galactic Basic. But there were a few annotations in an unfamiliar language. He put his finger to the hologram, where a bright green light blinked.

[color=00a651]"This is us. We're here."[/color] He slid his finger, and the map followed, until it was in a section labelled The Myrlian Belt. [color=00a651]"We should try to get out of UFP space. The question is...Can we get that far? We haven't checked how much food we have. The ship just crashed, too."[/color]

[color=00a651]"We might be able to make it here."[/color] He tapped a blinking orange icon, and it expanded. Half of it was an asteroid. The other half was a sprawling cityscape. [color=00a651]"Tortuga. The Pirate's Moon."[/color] 

[color=00a651]"We might be able to find someplace in the middle of nowhere. Maybe some backwater space station where they won't check too hard. Sell whatever cargo we've got, maybe find a new ship."[/color] He looked at SIG with his icy blue eyes. He couldn't help but feel responsible for her predicament. [color=00a651]"Do you want to go back?"[/color] He asked her. It was a question he didn't dare ask himself.

[color=00a651]"And...Did you get shot? Have you checked for fractures?"[/color] He asked her. The bullet hole in her clothes had been bugging him for a while.