[center][h1][color=00aeef]Ren[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Plotting a Slaughter[/center]
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Ren's habit of cycling between its bodies continued on board the ship before the meeting and after the bar brawl. The machine was addicted to its unique ability to think differently depending on which unit was active, and on occasion, it made a half-hearted attempt to force itself into both Renli and Rento at once. A few seconds of colliding thoughts and consciousnesses sent a short ripple of weak, unpleasant psychic energy through the ship - not because Ren had any innate psychic abilities, but because all of Ren's minds violently rejected one another, and Ren found itself with not one but three headaches.

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Later, during the meeting and planning of the mission, Rento spoke up. Renli was still on board the Revenant moving shells from the cargo hold into the turrets - it seemed prudent to make sure everything was completely loaded, even if they hadn't spent all that much on the mining station job.

[color=7ea7d8]"There won't be any children on their ship, Bones. It's a raiding vessel, isn't it? Don't'cha think kids would just, uh, get in their way?"[/color]

Unless they were hostages from a previous run the raiders had made. That might be a bit troublesome, but she'd burn that bridge when she got to it. Rento continued, [color=7ea7d8]"Either way, I'm staying with the Revenant. If any of me are active and move to another region of space on board the Maelstrom without my core, I'll shut down until I can reboot and lord only knows how long that'll take. Any vague ideas what that battle armor can do? Do we know what kinds o' weapons they use, or are we running in blind again?"[/color]

There were some other thoughts and worries running through her mind in regards to other crew members, but she opted not to voice them.