“Excellent. We shall go claim our rightful place in this delightful craft. These two bid you a good evening.” Rex made a subtle head gesture to Tantō and they padded silently out of the cargo bay.

“Should one of us, you know, go with them?” Light asked Senjen. He didn’t know how he felt about two random, not to mention strange, synths wander around his home.

“If you’re worried about them stealing anything, don’t. Neither of them has ‘possessions’ save what’s inside or attached to their bodies. The bags Rex carries are mine.” Major admitted.

“Here are the final two members of the team. Allow me to introduce you to Omega and Halo Of Pearlescent Eddies.”
 
Light had been so distracted by Rex and Tanto that he didn’t even notice that two more figures had ascended the ramp. One of them was QV in an unnaturally clear gelsuit, who he presumed was the one called Halo of Pearlescent Eddies. Light noted with macabre curiosity that they were heavily augmented, perhaps 50% organic remaining. Most of her appendages had been replaced, along with her eyes. The most unusual upgrade though was large power plant, surgically attached to her back by an array of cables.

She was lounging atop a very unusual droid indeed. It was a very rough, approximation of a Tindrel, probably equalling the rest of the team put together in terms of mass. It had a shield plate for a face and four large, blocky body segments, propelled on four rectangular legs each. It was laden with ordnance all over, including a hovering crate containing three suspicious-looking spheres.

A spike of adrenaline lanced through Light’s system. A female, on this ship? He felt so embarrassed – the place was a complete mess.
“H-hello. I’m Into the Abyss In Search Of Light. This is Senjen.” He said.

“The name of a wanderer, and a zealot. Who is your family?” Halo Of Pearlescent Eddies asked bluntly. Light blushed.

“I didn’t know them well. They disowned me.”

“We are all disowned here. Except for Major, he keeps us grounded.”

“BAKKRRHHH” came a strange, crunchy wail from the depths of Omega’s frame. His body began to buck and jerk, until Halo Of Pearlescent Eddies quickly stroked behind his faceplate and they calmed again.

“Don’t be afraid. He is just nervous.” 

“Omega got hit by a prison train about eighty years ago. Was never the same since. He’s still a big softie inside though, let me tell you.” Major explained. 

“Softie? You should’ve seen the train!” Bodach boomed, letting out a hearty laugh. Him and Diarmuid returned to the group, sans bags.

“Who else are we waiting for?”