The image on the tiny projector looked familiar to Sev. She'd worked for the Council for most of her adult life. However she struggled to place a name with the figure displayed before her. Maybe her lapse in memory could be contributed to corruption in her data base or something technical. She made a mental note to investigate that once they had reached their destination. Nessa seemed visibly upset as she gazed longingly at the holographic image of her late husband. In an effort to comfort her, Sev gently placed a hand on the Star-Born's shoulder. [color=92278f]"I'm sorry for your loss Ness"[/color], she said, [color=92278f]"I know words can't really help with something like this but....I've lost someone very important to me as well. So I know a little about how painful it can be"[/color]. Although Sev was a mostly artificial being, she was capable of feeling things such as loss and sadness. This was probably one of the first instances where she openly admitted to such a thing though. [color=92278f]"But until we get your name cleared, I think the only thing that we have is each other. Well each other and your weird space rat thing"[/color]. Sev gave the sleeping Ra an accusatory side eye before moving to the ship controls once again.She dusted off another portion of her side of the command console and made adjustments to engage the ship's particle shields. They weren't exactly in the best of shape but it was all they had to protect them from anything they encountered. With a few false starts, the particle shield projectors whirred to life. 
	Sev was satisfied with the amount of progress that they had made so far. That is until the radar in the center console began to beep. There were multiple Council dropships and carriers inbound. They must have been coming to help setup the lockdown. The dropships weren't much of a threat since those vessels aren't armed, they just carry soldiers to their destinations. The carriers on the other hand were a huge issue. Not only were these ships armed with weapons that could slice through most shields and hulls, but they carried at least a hundred fighter and interceptors ships at any given point. Sev and Nessa weren't exactly out of the woods yet, so to speak. Moving with a sense of urgency, Sev began making the preparations to jump to the next sector. Her nimble android fingers danced along the co-pilot console as if she'd been flying this ship her entire life. According to the data that she was receiving from the ship's drive core, they were only capable of making one jump before the drive core would need to be replaced. [color=92278f]"You get what you pay for"[/color], Sev mumbled to herself as she entered a sequence of buttons and switches in order to reroute the energy of a few rudimentary systems into the drive core. Strands of her synthetic hair began to float and shift into awkward directions once she'd rerouted the artificial gravity. Ra's bag and the various luggage they'd manage to stuff into the cockpit had slowly begun to take flight. [color=92278f]"Alright Ness"[/color], Sev said as she scanned over the ship's data on the display in front of her, [color=92278f]"I need you to trust me again. Our drive core is only good enough to jump to the next system. I just gave us the power the we need to jump to the precise coordinates that I punched into the nav computer. But here's the thing, we're going to end up at the center of an asteroid field if I got the coordinates right. The worst case scenario is that you'll have to get us past a couple of rocks. Either way we can't stay here"[/color]. Sev's eyes flickered as they darted frantically towards the blips that were appearing on the radar. If her mental assessment of the situation was correct they only had a few seconds before they'd be visible on the Council ship radars. However it wasn't the radar that she was concerned about, it was their weapon range. They needed to leave and they needed to leave quickly.




	Six was saluted by a small unit of grunts wearing thick, plated armor with the same insignia as the one she donned on her stealth suit. The drop ship had landed smack in the middle of the mud filled street in front of the depot. Passersby were being pushed and shoved away from the immediate area as the Elites began setting up a parameter for further investigation. Civilians screamed and threw debris in protest. A stray spatter of mud flew off of a nearby Elite officer and speckled the side of Six's face. At this point she didn't care, she didn't have the energy to care. She just continued to press onward towards the side entrance to the dropship. [color=f26522]"Lieutenant"[/color], she called to one of the more decorated members of her company. An Elite who's traditionally blue armor was marked with burn marks from past blaster fire, the plated shoulder armor was decorated with five stars and three stripes surrounding a solar system. This was the symbol of the Elite Council Guard. "Ma'am", the soldier stepped forward with a solute. [color=f26522]"Have your men shut down the entire block"[/color], Six ordered, [color=f26522]"I don't want anyone coming into this depot or leaving it. I also need the tech division to extract any useful information from the terminal in the lobby. And get forensics down here to clean this shit up and get bio-metric information on The Star Hopper. Understood"[/color]? 
	"Ma'am", the Elite lieutenant saluted Six once again before moving to begin delegating her orders on the spot. Six glanced over her shoulder to watch Feya. She seemed off now. Like something was amiss. Maybe she'd been hurt worse than Six had assumed. There was a medical team on standby. She could get the help that she needed if it was anything too bad. On the other hand, Six wasn't a biological being which meant that she needed someone who was specialized in androids and cybernetics. That someone was her creator and her mother. The bay doors to the dropship opened with a hiss and there she stood. A slender old woman with pale skin and fair features. Her eyes were a deep hazel, focused and unfeeling as if she was always calculating something in the back of her mind. Her grey and white hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail with the exception of a few curls that framed her face. She wore a long coat with very subtle black white and blue block shaped patterns. A patch on either of her shoulders identified this woman as the head of the Experimental Science Division. One of the Council's best kept secrets until a few years ago. The woman reached towards Six and placed a black gloved hand on the side of her face, whipping away the mud and other debris that had stained her face. With the exception of the pilot they were the only ones in the dropship at this point. [color=f7976a]"So, you've failed Six?"[/color], the woman asked flatly. Her simple question hurt the android's heart. Six could fill tears beginning to burn her eyes. [color=f26522]"Yes ma'am"[/color], she said, [color=f26522]"But I promise I'm working on finding them again. They can't be far"[/color].
	[color=f7976a]"You'd better hope so, my love"[/color], Mother said coldly, [color=f7976a]"You know that I do not tolerate failure. Come, we must return to the lab for your..... Repairs"[/color]. Mother gestured for Six to take a seat before signalling the pilot to take off.