The transport ship rumbled and rattled as it hit a patch of turbulence, with the pilot tensed over the controls with hunched shoulders as he rode the turbulence out. It wasn’t very strong, truth be told. Barely an inconvenience to an AMRO pilot. What was causing him so much concern was the loud and petulant argument coming from the back of the ship. 

[color=598527]“I can’t believe you made us late.”[/color] Kiara huffed at her partner as she drew a sigil over the tears in her clothes and repaired them, one by one. After finishing their assignment they had sprinted onto the transport and promptly collapsed into an exhaustive sleep. She was only lucky that they had woken up before reaching Innocence so she could put herself together. It wouldn’t do to have the students there see her walking in looking like a homeless person who had just unsuccessfully fought a family of raccoons. 

[color=ed1c24]“[i]I[/i] made us late? You were the one who missed her shot when the target sprinted by!”[/color] Maeve, in contrast to her partner, was lounging on the opposite side of the transport. Her clothes were covered in small holes and tears and it was difficult to tell which ones were the tears from her own alchemy and which ones were from their fight with the target. She didn’t seem to care as much as Kiara did about presentation, which nettled her counterpart to no end. 

[color=598527]“Because you let yourself get bored, and flooded our connection with daydreams! It’s hard to take a shot when your mind is filled with images of riding a dragon or a motorcycle or something like that.”[/color] Kiara snapped back, holding up her cloak as she finished the last repair. The target hadn’t gone quietly, and the claws had been surprisingly sharp.

[color=ed1c24]“Yeah, and I did that because you got the information wrong and we were waiting hours when you told me it’d be minutes! What was I supposed to do? Stay still like a gargoyle and absolutely locked in focus waiting for someone that may not have been showing up due to faulty information?”[/color] Maeve positioned her body and face in a grotesque image, her tongue sticking out, as Kiara rolled her eyes.

[color=598527]“Oh, I’m sorry that you couldn’t be bothered to do your homework beforehand so that I was responsible for gathering all the information. And I’m sorry that you were caught so flat footed that instead of slowing him down so I could have an easier shot you let him sprint by and turned what should have been a quick and quiet ambush into a chase scene from every action movie ever where we had to tear apart a neighborhood to pin him down. Truly Maeve, my heart [i]bleeds[/i] for the troubles you so unjustly had thrust upon you.”[/color]

[color=ed1c24]“Listen here you….”[/color]

The argument had been continuing like this for the majority of the ride to Innocence. The pilot’s shoulders hunched a little more as the yelling continued to reverberate through his ship. 15 minutes later, he reached the end of his rope and spoke up.

“Could you two quiet down back there? It’s getting difficult to focus on flying with you two Banshees squ-”

He was cut off by unison, angry, yelling: “[color=ed1c24]Shut[/color] [color=598527]up![/color]”


Flinching, the pilot hunkered down once more and finished the rest of the trip in silence. Their bickering resumed, seemingly louder and more belligerent out of spite. He sighed, and one hand rubbed his temple. This was why he hated flying Asylum teams. 

 As they touched down on Innocence, he barely waited for them to step off of the ramp before bringing it up and lifting off. The Bean Sidhes were nearly knocked off of their feet as he left. Maeve cursed at him in Gaelic and chucked a rock futilely at his rapidly disappearing hull.

Kiara merely sighed and looked around. They were evidently in the middle of the day. With some luck, that would mean classes had stopped for lunch and they could almost seamlessly start doing their job. [color=598527]“Come on, let's see if we can’t find our counterparts in the mess hall and figure out which classes we can cover for. Might as well try to start off on a good foot.”[/color]

Maeve cursed one more time at the sky, now completely empty, and followed while she grumbled. [color=ed1c24]“All of the good teaching gigs are probably taken, or we’re gonna be recalled to do some other stupid mission, or something terrible is happening here that we have to deal with cause even if you count Geko we’re the most reliable people here.”[/color]

[color=598527]“Sure Maeve. Sure.”[/color]