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Teg moved to rise, nearly managing a graceful stumble to the floor before she caught herself. She felt weak. She felt slow. And she didn't like either feeling. Despite the advice of the good doctor she knew that there was really only one solution to her problems. She needed something to drink. A bottle. At least a bottle. She had new nightmares to forget. New visions of her own mortality that she had to bury beneath the bodies of countless brave neurons. Unspoken was her irritation at her own clumsiness. There was no room for mistakes in battle. She'd gotten lucky. She'd gotten lucky again.

"Can't wait for for one hundred percent Doc, I've got pirates to murder," Teg said with another rasp that turned into a convulsing cough as she fought a losing battle against with the oxygen mask. It refused to come off and she finally accepted that her escape would have to wait with a weary sigh.

"Maybe, maybe I'll just rest for a little bit," the mercenary finally said, sighing again as her eyes slowly fluttered and she fell into a peaceful sleep.

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Captain Maria Thorne



The rest of their time in transit to the Glao port was spent in a daze for Maria. She eventually went to the doc to let him check up on her once a majority of the others were cared for (albeit somewhat reluctantly), and thankfully the only injuries she'd sustained had been minor. A couple of cuts, some bruises, and one small area where an energy bolt had grazed her shoulder. All in all she'd gotten away pretty clean. Their cargo had been jumbled and scrambled to no end, but thankfully seemed undamaged except for the occasional scrape and one cracked piece of paneling. Nothing some well placed packaging couldn't hide. If the Glao gave them any trouble she'd just say it must have come like that. They couldn't afford to lose their commission on this job, especially since the attack had added yet more repairs to the list and her crew was in desperate need of a night at the local bar. She did try to be as honest as possible but... the gods would just have to forgive her for this one.

Whenever Maria was able to make the time she also made contact with Andrea's family to inform them of what had happened. She left out some of the more gruesome details, but made a point to make sure they knew she died saving someone. That did little to soften a mother's screams of anguish. Maria only hoped that when the initial grief had passed that knowledge might help to soothe their loss. When she was done with that call the captain then called the port and made arrangements to have Andrea's body transported to her family upon their arrival, and also made an announcement over ships' comms for anyone who wanted to pay their respects to do so relatively quickly.

It was directly after this task was done that a quiet 'mrrow' caught the captain's attention and a blob of fur landed in her lap. Cookie had decided to pay her a visit.

"Well hello there," she greeted, lifting a hand to pet the feline. "Where have you been hiding all this time?"

A gentle purring noise and headbutt was all she received in response. After she double checked to make sure the hatch to her quarters was shut Maria hugged the cat tightly and buried her face into his fur, shutting out whatever other responsibilities she might have for the next hour or so.

Persephone



What. The. Hell.

Wires. Wires everywhere. Tangled mazes that wrapped and knotted and twisted into oblivion until they went so far into the guts of the ship that she couldn't see them anymore. All Perse had wanted was to take one of the spare power converters from a system that, according to the ship's computer, hadn't been used in over two years. Instead she was staring at the most screwed up tangle of circuits and wiring she'd ever seen in her entire life. What had that crazy mechanic done? Rearranged the entire nervous system of the ship? How did it function? How had nothing blown up of it's own accord? How did it stay together? Why in the name of the gods had he done this to begin with???????

Eventually she gave up in her efforts and just went back to check on their navigation status. She'd managed to get their auto-pilot working so that she could work on her own vessel on their way to port, but it had been several hours since she'd last checked their progress and they should be getting fairly close now. Thankfully nothing else had hindered their travel progress.

Perse had also been actively avoiding the doctor while she was on board. It was obvious they both made each other uncomfortable, so there was no point in forcing the issue. Soon they could split and go their separate ways, forgetting that the other existed, and continue on their own miserable lives. It'd be fine. This was fine. Speaking of that she deftly scooted past the medbay, sneaking past as quietly as she could on her way back to the pit from whence she came engine room.

Their engineer had proven to be quite an unsociable fellow, but she preferred him to the egotistical Ithlo. At least when he looked at her with contempt and arrogance it wasn't because of what she was- he just seemed to be that way towards everyone. Which was fine! Having contempt for everyone was much more preferable than being a prejudice bigot. At any rate, she did her best not to bother him as she checked their status. As expected they were nearing the port.

"Station A214 this is the cargo freighter Veritas Lux Mea requesting entry," She said, having opened a comm to the port. A moment later a voice crackled back over, requesting their ship ID (which she had acquired from the captain) and gave her docking instructions.

Perse opened a comm to the captain's quarters. "Hey cap! We'll be docking in about twenty minutes."

There was a pause, and then her voice crackled over the comms. "Thanks Persephone."

Captain Maria Thorne



Maria made an announcement telling the crew to get themselves together prepare for docking in fifteen minutes (she figured it'd take most of them about five minutes to get off their asses) and then got to work getting her own things together. Some clothes so she could stay at an inn, legal papers, proof of ownership, cargo receipts, and a beautiful assortment of other legal documents were the things that Maria decided to bring with her. Besides that she left most everything else (other than her weapons) in her room. She made a point to lock the hatch to her room before heading down to the cargo bay to wait for the others to join her.
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"BASTARDING PIECE OF SHIT!" Ansgar roared as he lobbed another broken piece of electronics at the modest pile of scrap that was currently in the center of the engine room. He'd at least been considerate enough to start the pile, that had of course came from him lobbing a piece of broken machinery in that direction, away from their temporary pilot and navigator. He was digging through the running engines and finding the parts that were completely shot so he could finish putting together a manifesto of parts and replacements he would need, starting from ideal and running down to workable. He didn't expect any of the ideal replacements to be practical, given their recent luck, but a man could dream damn it. At least he was about as far from family as he was going to get in this universe, which was a small mercy at least. The comm buzzed and he caught something about meeting down to prepare for docking. Fuck.

He crawled and disentangled himself from the engine and side stepped the pile, all but storming down to the cargo bay before pausing, he thought, out of sight and taking a deep breath. This was going to be an annoying argument, since no doubt the Lass wanted him to relax and unwind, and that was just not an honest to god option. Steeling himself mentally, he walked down into the cargo bay proper. He still had his protective overalls on, somewhat more singed now than before, and he made a point of unzipping the top, all but drenched in sweat from the work he'd been doing, and tying it off around his waist to at least get a brief breather before returning to the engine room. "Hope this won't take long, Boss, I've almost got the engine room's part list together and then I can start preparing to get invasive systems replaced, including the bridge. That's a lot of work that can't wait, and that's before the replacement parts start arriving."
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