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It had been at least a day and a half since they had gotten stranded.  Dustice hadn't slept the entire time they had been in this situation either, as he was the only one left capable of defending what was left of the crew and the supplies.  He had managed to stall the attackers by essentially holding the supplies hostage.  The pirates were only here for what the ship was carrying, whatever it was, and for all he knew, they would be wiped out once the supplies were handed over, so he was making that difficult.  The fact that they were all still alive, and that the ship hadn't been blown up, confirmed his hunch.

But now?  Things were unusually quiet.  Communication with this so-called Ares had stopped, though the person he was in contact with sounded like he was worried about something right before he closed the line.  He had killed the lights in the hanger and kept his mobile suit's mono-eye dimmed as he waited for something or someone to approach.  He had wondered if maybe the pirates had opted for a more stealthy approach out of their mobile suits?  If that were the case, they could certainly get a jump on him that way, deactivate his mobile suit and possibly take him out in the process.  But he had his side-arm with him, he wouldn't be going down without a fight, he had to at least put that much effort in for the people he was guarding.

When mobile suits did approach, his mono-eye lit up with a faint hum and he raised his beam machine gun.  As they got closer they could easily figure out how this single pilot was able to hold a small group of pirates off...he had wrapped chain mines around the mobile suit, ensuring that one wrong blast would result in the packages being destroyed, possibly the entire ship as well.  While his fellow crew members were reluctant about such a gamble, they all agreed that giving the deliveries up would likely result in their deaths, and given it was one pilot against who knows how many?  It was a gamble they agreed to after some discussion.

He would, however, lower his gun when they informed him that they were civilians.  Well, sending a ball into this ship might have been a viable strategy, it was certainly a smaller target to hit compared to a mobile suit.  That left the mobile suit a...Rick Dias?  No...it only had a Rick Dias head, the rest of it was...just a mess of parts.  Well, if it was the pirates, they pulled off a convincing trick, and Dustice felt the adrenaline leaving his body.


When the ball's pilot mentioned verniers in the distance, that essentially confirmed their safety.  [color=556B2F]"Alright.."[/color] Came his reluctant voice through their comms.  The Geara Doga tossed his gun to the ball and 'Rick Dias' and brought its hands up to carefully remove the chain mines.  He had never turned them on but he figured they would go off if his suit blew up or got hit by a stray beam.

Once they started funneling everyone to the ship, he felt a little better knowing that there were survivors of the other ship.  Perhaps his gamble saved them as well.  As his Geara Doga docked into the hanger, he noticed that there were two blasts from his past.  A Zaku III and a Hi-zack.  Well, that put him more at ease, it meant that there might be former Titans working with former zeon, that could be...reassuring.  And not just any Zeon, Zeon that was at least loyal to Mineva.  Had it been a Doven Wolf instead of a Zaku, Dustice might have been more on guard.

While he was sure that there were people that wanted to thank him for keeping them alive.  The former Zeon was far too exhausted to enjoy any fanfare, he needed to have himself a nap.  So as he made his way down to the hangar floor, he quickly asked to speak to whoever was in charge.

[color=556B2F]"I appreciate the help but before I start making business calls I...need a nap, I haven't slept since the start of the attack.  ‘Probably betting on me just crashing and passing out at some point..."[/color]

He’d be met by a girl that was a head shorter than him and a good deal more haughty. [color=pink]“You’re seriously in the hangar looking for sleep?”[/color] She definitely spoke like she was in charge. [color=pink]“We have cots ready for you refugee-”[/color]

A voice from behind her called out, “Hey Irina! He’s the guy in the Geara Doga!” 

[color=pink]“You’re a pilot?”[/color] She pointed to a dirty-looking set of cots set up near the wall. [color=pink]“They zip up so if we turn off the gravity in here you don’t fall out, but they aren’t comfy. We keep ‘em ready if we need pilots on standby. And I'm sure the old man would make good use of that Geara Doga if we run into your friends out there.”[/color]

[color=556B2F]"Thank you."[/color]  By the time the old man had properly welcomed the survivors to his ship, Dustice was already passed out in a small cot, he hadn't even changed out of his suit, which probably smelled due to having used it for as long as he did, but he could worry about hygiene once he had gotten enough sleep.