[center][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcTNbvcJQTVLO6XKuGyB0TP9tbLcpGfyD92Pfw&usqp=CAU[/img] [h2][b][u][color=c4df9b]Finbarr Callaghan | The Spacetime Breacher[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center] Finbarr yelped a little bit as Samuel had pointed out that he still had a remnant of the furball stuck in his mouth, looking away from watchful eyes as he pulled out the last pieces of cat with his gloved hand. Wincing at his feline form's antics, Finbarr sighed as he discreetly shoved the bundle of fur into his pockets before looking back at the meeting at hand. If anything, the group had begun to swing towards choosing the short route, as the reasons for such seemed to be quite compelling; not only did they need to get to the planet as soon as possible, but also, it was quite possible that the rebels on Plenty would be unable to secure the Realist for long before the Ascendancy began to smash resistance on that world. The longer it took for the Xing… Xiang… whatever it is called to get to the place, the more negative repercussions that the planet's population could endure at the hands of their detestable enemy. Finbarr shuddered at the mention of Admiral Laguna, as he had also served under her, though given that everyone in here was more or less in the same unit, they would have known that Admiral more or less. She was cruel and capricious; and as Ashton said, being captured by that bloody lady was a fate worse than death. A bullet to the head is a very preferable alternative to being tortured to the edge of death by that Admiral. Either way, they were going to their respective quarters now. It seemed that they all had personal rooms, except for Ashton and Flame, who had opted to go into one room together. Of course they did. Finn, who was at a sleepy mood right now, shapeshifted into a cat and then curled up, napping on the bed. His armor had been set on the wall, while the two hilts that projected his plasma swords were both lying prone on the table. If one did not know that he was a shapeshifter, it would be assumed that only a pet was home… [center][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcTCa-WFqf-KrB3g_y3JPybJtBO4_89WlN_MSQ&usqp=CAU[/img] [h2][b][u][color=bc8dbf]Trajan Salazar | Sharpeye[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center] Trajan spared Narvia a smile as, even in his drunken state, he was still good to children… Or pre-adolescents/adolescents, by the looks of it. He covered his mouth, as he slowly realized that his breath was probably reeking of alcohol, and speaking from experience, that was not a particularly nice smell. [color=bc8dbf]"Sorry about… that.[/color]", Trajan said to Narvia as he stood up and nearly toppled over anyway. [color=bc8dbf]"Life has been sad." [/color] He went back towards his quarters, watching as the magical teenagers went to their chosen quarters. He was both glad and sorrowful at their arrival; glad that the resistance was going to get help from some of the most powerful individuals in all of human space, and distressed that people this young had been forced to fight in a terrible war, and had chosen to relive it, for the sake of revenge. He remembered his adoptive siblings, what it would have been like if they were sent to war after being injected with Kaisoken magic. It would be the worst thing ever. Either way, now that he thinks about it, seeing that tall one felt… weird. It was if he had seen him before. Maybe they already met. [color=bc8dbf]"I should ask that giant's name…"[/color] With that, he set off, looking for that tall kid from earlier. They looked at each other weirdly earlier… Maybe...