[center][h1][color=00a651][b][u]NERO KAYAKOS[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Hah!  Worked like a charm!  He didn't have any clue at all on how to pilot this ship, but it was the perfect way to get Natasha to get their asses moving in a hurry.  So, rather than disappointment, the career stabinator was grinning as she got them underway.  Of course, he watched her [i]operate[/i] the controls now, making future threats a little more credible, should they come up.  Once they were underway, their captain turned to apologize, but Nero just laughed.

[color=00a651]"Re[i]lax[/i]...  I just wanted you to get moving, no argument, and ya did.  So, no worries!"[/color]

It was weird that he was in such a good mood from all this.  Maybe it was all due to the action he was getting.  He wasn't sure.  The merriment barely even paused when Natasha asked him if they were attacked and if that was the cause of the sudden uncontrollable [i]FWOOSH[/i] in the park.  He just sort of shrugged at her.

[color=00a651]"I dunno.  I heard about it second-hand, went there to assist."[/color]

Anyway, there was a conference being called and all hands had to get there.  Nero turned to move, but noticed then for the first time that there was a pain from when he'd crashed.  Several battered areas were starting to make themselves known again.  He needed to make a quick stop before hitting the conference room.  They won't mind...

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So, Natasha had elected to bring everyone to one room to get information to and from Moonstrike One.  During this time, Nero was the one there who was listening and eating a slice of cake.  It was pretty good, too.  Once Natasha was done reporting the incident, the avatar of M-1 made a point to 'glare down' Ash and Flame for their stockmarket manipulations causing harm.  It caused a bunch of people alot of trouble, including a number of arrests made, plus someone actually pulled off a data robbery.  This left them with not very much money, all of a sudden.  Nero stopped for a second, then looked down at his plate.

[color=00a651]"This cake just got expensive."[/color]

He shrugged, though.  Money like that was something he didn't know what to do with, anyway.  Anyone who DID have an idea already went and took care of business at the bazaar.  Him?  Musical needs along with his sweet tooth were addressed.  Also, he had a chainsaw, which was pretty fucking sweet, in of itself.  Still, it looked like Ashton's fantasy about him retiring to a farm with a girlfriend was gonna have to wait.  He didn't even know anyone he liked that way, anyway.  The Star Marines were mainly just his fellow Star Marines, maybe even friends.  They weren't close like [i]that[/i] to him.

Anyway, the news disappointed a number of them, probably those with bigger plans for those bucks that they just couldn't delve into now.  Milliard looked especially pissed, and decided to head off to bed.  Nero kind of muttered [color=00a651]"Dammit."[/color], because he wanted a bit of a pain-killer for his tumble earlier.  He'd probably be able to walk it off, but it [i]was[/i] from a crash, so it might take a little while if unassisted.  Eh, maybe Laurey had something, 'cause she had need of that stuff earlier, but lately didn't seem to have the problem.  The young man would've asked her, as the conference seemed to be letting up after the report of Realist's surprise departure and a new ally, but uhhh...something else caught his attention: Finbarr.

Finn had clearly been daydreaming there, and while he had been, his stomach had provided a bit of context.  Forget the doc, forget pain-killers.  Nero may've just finished a portion of cake, but as he saw the other boy take off for the mess kitchen, he'd have a quick follower.  Well, quick-[i]ish[/i].  Anyone watching Nero carefully would notice a bit of a limp from the injuries he was ignoring.  It made him fall behind a bit, but it's not like he didn't have any reason to wander in.  He had to return the plate and fork, regardless.

[color=00a651]"So, onions, eh?  Dis for the guy that's coming on board, or can [i]anyone[/i] try?"[/color]

Anyone working the kitchen would remember that while Nero wasn't an accomplished chef or anything, his cutting skills in [i]any[/i] context were wizard, and he still [i]could[/i] cook for himself.  Finbarr was just better at it.  So, at the very least, he had a competent assistant to work with, if he needed it.