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Two ships silently passing each other in the night. Yet, they both met their iceberg.

It was the noble decision to rescue the survivors of this unfortunate incident but Disker Isaacs was never one for outdated concepts of chivalry. No, he was entirely for the option of self-preservation which would have been to not get entangled in yet another Federation versus Zeon spat. But, he wasn't the man sitting at the head of the table and any protests from the unscrupulous engineer would merely fall on the metaphorical, and most likely literal, deaf ears of the captain. Must be nice to live up to an old age, he had thought as he observed the makeshift meal for the [i]militaires[/i] from a dimly corner of the mess hall. 

Such thoughts of mortality were common in his mind. The destructive power that even they, a non-military entity, could possess had been indicative of how fast the arms race had actually escalated for the Earthsphere since the start of the One Year War. Hell, even after working on reverse engineering the AMBAC system for the Federation, Disker couldn't believe the raw power they could harness just a decade and a half later. Even just a few hours earlier, the fruits of his research and from others like him had taken even more lives at a time of perceived peace... Such lamentation was a waste of time though; Disker had to redouble his efforts in trying to identify anyone from the survivors he might have known from that regretful time of his life.

As mentioned earlier, the crew of the Cathartes had no nation to call home but this didn't mean they left their enemies behind. After all, if any of these so-called survivors could identify the ex-Titan-gone-rogue researcher, Disker would probably see the end of a noose at the end of it all. Not to mention he wasn't the only prize on board for any Dakar lapdog looking to get a bounty big enough to retire with or a Zeon true believer looking to purge the cowards who abandoned the cause. Just thinking about all these very real and plausible security threats on board was enough to make the usually serene sniper exhale a sigh of exhaustion. Luckily, from his extensive effort, he concluded that none of these unfortunate souls were here on purpose. Just horrible circumstance. 

Yet, this didn't put his mind at ease. He proceeded to the salvage bay in order to take a closer look at what Team 1 had brought on board, hoping to find any clues with regards to the assailants' identity. Disker suspected that they weren't the only ones being targeted by a conspiracy. [color=FFE6CE]"How convenient for two unaffiliated ships to get the same route in the vastness of space."[/color] he would mutter to himself as he left the mess hall, proceeding to his destination.