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She smiled wryly at Eric's attitude, understanding it completely, and strapped in. She chose one of the few other seats in the hold, one on the opposite end from Hattie and Brick, and sneered at every con she had broken the arm of along the way. Not all of them, of course, since a few were genuinely innocent, but enough to make sure she wasn't liked.

she thought over to Brick.

A.C. struggled to get her hero's corpse strapped down, but by the time she was done headbutting people aside and had the body secure, there was no place for herself. Nor was she the only one standing, as far more people were crammed in then there were seats. She looked around helplessly, then ducked over to Hattie with a determined expression.

"Bad arms stick together," she said, hooking her good arm (right arm) through Hattie's straps so she wouldn't be flung around with the others who didn't have seats. She looked up at Brick. "That okay with you, Monsieur?"

Brick shrugged.
"We ain't got s**t da worry 'bout 'till Cap hurls us through atmo like a goddamn meteor. Should be fun, though." He turned to Cassandra, a reply forming in his head.

Brick cast her a glance, but went back to watching the assembled mass, with a gaze akin to a bored prison guard.

Magellan's prepping preflight." He replied, crossing his arms behind his head.
"I've been thinking about your sickness... And I've come to the relization that there's someone who might have the ability to fix it."

The Star's Light began to shake violently, displays, warning lights, and other things lighting up all over the bridge.
"HOLY ********!" Eric strapped himself in tighter, turning to Hattie, "Tie in. NOW." He flipped several switches, pulling away from the Gilgamesh at a harsh angle, and punching the jets, blazing away from the wounded, but moving, vessel.

A.C. fought to get strapped into Hattie's abandoned seat, kicking at a few people who tried to take it from her.

The gray woman eyed A.C.'s antics with a smile, amused by something.

she told Brick.

Ora was pushed back against the wall as the Star's light blasted off. She had been glancing around curiously at the others on the ship, listening in on what conversations she could hear, and analyzing the roles of each person. She breathed out a soft sigh, knowing the stone was definitley gone from her grasp, at least for the moment. Syx was also in possible danger if she didn't know how to get herself off the Gilgamesh, but at the moment Ora was too weak to blink onto the ship to remedy the situation. Her only options were to continue on, and hope she could run into some help sooner than later.

As the Star's Light was flying, it received a call from another ship, the Siryn. On the display screen was a woman that had a remarkable resemblance to the Marshal. Her grey eyes were more stern and her face was held in a cold manner, but there was an almost anxious tilt to her chin, signifying the stress she was under. Behind was the pilot, a man in his seventies who was looking rather content, a complete opposite from the captain of the ship. A large muscled bald man with various tattoos also wandered on and off screen. While a short woman stood off to the side, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as if she was too riled up to hold still.

"This is the Captain of the Siryn, we are in search of a lost ship, and request any information that you or your crew may have on the whereabouts of the Gilgamehs."