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Faleen was sure they were all prepared for an uneventful flight back to base, though not a real high spirited one.
This might have answered a couple of questions, but it only raised more, and still, they felt no where near as close to their lost team as they had hoped.

It wasn't just disappointing, it was frustrating.

The thoughts buzzing around Faleen's head were annoying, she wanted to get back to base and run them by her partner, see if Izaya could help sort them out.
Her plans were cut off though when the choppers systems blipped up an early warning of something approaching.

"... Seth, Sir." Faleen said, taken by surprise as she drew the man's attention to the screen.
"We've got something coming from behind, and fast."

she reached up to touch her headset's mouthpiece "Rocket scouter please identity yourself, over"
She could only hope it was one of the Rockets that was catching up.
But there was no reply. "... Rocket scout report, over...." She repeated.
And still no reply.
Faleen gave Seth a quiet glance and shook her head, her expression becoming set and serious.

She held the chopper fast, minding how quickly the object was approaching, and before she knew it they were receiving a message from an open transmission.
She didn't know what to make of it until she looked over to the side as a Pidgeot and Rider few up to the right of them. Faleen stared, COMPLETELY taken aback by this.

"Yes Sir, He is!" Faleen snapped, recognizing the bird, and the coat, though she couldn't see his face.
What was going on!

The moment Seth's gun appeared the man flattened himself against his pidgeot, which tucked its wings into a left-bound barrel roll. The duo disappeared from sight as they shot under the helicopter. A moment later they reappeared, rising up on the 'copter's left side instead, away from Seth's pointed gun.

The figure on the pidgeot was holding a small device. His attention seemed split between it and the Rockets. It was probably what he was using to send his transmissions. Another one came in and words scrolled across the screen near Faleen.

"I have information on the location of your teammates."

The Pidgeot and rider ducked out of sight within a blink, Faleen tried to locate them quickly, until the Galactic came back up on her side of the Chopper.
She was prepared to arm the weapons, when the words of his new message scrolled across the screen.

Her hand paused, hovering over the controls to engage defenses, staring at the message.
She turned her head, staring out at the Galactic on the Pidgeot for a good couple of seconds before she spoke again.
"This is probably be a trap..."

It could be, of it was probably a trap, over and over her mind told her 'trap trap trap trap'
Do not trust this information, do not trust this Galactic!
But at the same time... were they really in a place to ignore a possible lead? No matter how small? They had been taking every little bit they could from the start of all of this...

She didn't like this at all.

Seth replied with a message of his own, she fell silent, and waited for the reply.

"I know," Seth muttered irritably as he considered the options. But he did lift a brow as he saw that the man was... laughing? That's what it looked like anyway.

"A rather elaborate and costly trap though, if it is one." It wouldn't make much sense to blow up their own ship and mechs in order to score a few more Rockets. Thus Seth sent another transmission.

"Get on board, and then we'll talk."

If there was going to be any sort of dialogue, he wanted to have the upper hand.

1337, still rather amused by this whole situation and letting it be known by his laughter, stood himself up as Faleen requested someone to assist with the side door.

After getting it open for their surprise guest, he stood there, seeming to leer with that creepy smile on his face.

Once the man had arrived, Seth climbed out of his seat to stand in the cabin of the helicopter. He trusted Faleen to fly the thing properly and not send him tumbling all over the place.

Blue eyes narrowed as he looked the man over. And once the helmet was removed, Seth suddenly realized that he was looking at this Galactic eye to eye. ... That didn't happen often.

"I only point guns at those I consider enemies. And you have yet to prove yourself otherwise."

The gun was holstered at his side still, waiting to be used also if necessary.

"You have two minutes. Talk."

Seth was in no mood for idle chit chat or games. This man had better get to the point and fast. He wanted to know where their teammates were. Wanted something to bring back to the Boss. He wouldn't settle for anything less.

Star quickly identified Seth as the one in charge. His eyes narrowed at the demand.

"Your captured teammates are still alive and well." His voice was low and practiced, with a strange reverberating tone that echoed around the small space, "I visited them last night to be certain and my... parting gift... would not have reached them. I know how to find the airship. Unfortunately I won't be telling you. I wish to speak to your boss. Temero."

Seth narrowed his eyes as this man with the slithering voice spoke. So that's how he wanted to play it. He instantly did not like him.

"Fine," the elite said curtly before reaching out and grabbing the lanky man by the collar, yanking Star towards him.

"But you may regret that decision."

With that, Seth shot a look at the nearest Rocket.

"Restrain him! It looks like we'll have something to bring the Boss after all."