Among the Stars - Main thread

The lady had just given a quick nod, then gestured for them to follow as talking in the sandstorm wasn't ideal either way. Saami however had decided he didn't trust those soldiers in the cargo haul to both be able not to destroy something and not to nick all the supplies. He'd been with the military long enough to know they were perpetually bored or desperate for supplies, or both.


Thus he'd lagged behind, grabbing the last two to get out of the ship by their collars.


"Buideach, Blair, you get to stay here and make sure the ship isn't stripped clean by the time these assholes are done. If you fuck up you'll be the ones starving and dying." Knowing full well they probably got the point he started to walk past them, but turned around mid walk. Pointing at them quite seriously he added: send me a message if they're real trouble. 


The one thing he was even more paranoid about than soldiers ransacking the ship was an ambush. Even if the chance was slim he'd rather be there himself just in case, and the two loaded guns on his hip definitely weren't there to play cowboy with. He was pragmatic enough to know that in every case he'd rather come back to an empty ship than to see them come back a few people less.


Too often he'd seen them come back fewer... and it should've been him every time.


After a walk through confusing hollows winding every which way, several tents came in sight. Shielded from the wind and burning sun by the odd limestone canopy they all looked desolate and dusty. If there hadn't been soldiers patrolling one wouldn't have thought it was lived in. One wouldn't want to think of living in them.


"How many people can your ship still hold now?"


"People? 2 or 3, definitely not more. It's shitty as is, I'm not sure the oxygen filter will work for more than that. And I'm not wearing this fucking helmet inside." Sam had made his point in quite colourful yet uncertain words, not wanting to deal with any games of politeness and policies. As per usual. He still hadn't gotten over the damn warp control bureaucracy. The lady apparently shared that sentiment though.


"You'll take 9, no less. It's only three days travel and they're a foot high anyway. And if less than 9 arrive I'll find you to put you in jail personally. So we're all on clear terms here."


Opening the tent door she ushered them in. Finding inside a whole family of tiny creatures likened best to goblins: indeed only about a foot high, and their earspan was about as wide as that. Their colours ranged from a spotted green to brown and reddish, with small nocturnal eyes.  They seemed quite energetic despite being displaced.


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Nine passengers? That just sounded inhumane to the crew. Their being small, though, was probably the only reason Adira would agree to take them. Not that she was happy with the agreement, it was rather that she was happy to have a pay. With enough pay they could get proper medicine, a new ship, eventually... maybe they could even make something better than the Lullaby or Stargazer had been, then they could just fly off and never have to bother with politics or rebellions or... anything. "We have space in the bay since you've unloaded some stuff, we can move non-essentials there and house them in the space created. It's by no means an optimal deal, but it should get us all there alive. If not, well, we've already established that Saami is to blame." Adira chuckled and elbowed Saami slightly. He eneded to lighten up, and the woman in charge seemed nice anyway. "Honestly food is the only potential issue, but if we ration it out, then it should be fine, they don't seem like they eat much anyway. Do they speak English?" Adira wouldn't have any problem if they didn't, thanks to the translator implant in her neck, but the others might. Well, not Saami.... never Saami. 
 
Argus followed with the rest of the team, making sure to stay within earshot of the lady in charge and close enough to the captain so he can make any comments to her. He also had a tablet in hand, making sure to take notes and because he had information on Carst pulled up. This is such a harsh place to live. It seems there are reports of the IR knowing there are refugees here. Hmm, it seems like there is danger at every turn on this planet.



That's when the group entered the glass-fiber tents and they met the refugees they were going to transport. He Taps the lieutenant’s shoulder and tries to get his attention. He then whispers to the lieutenant “Sir, having 9 more bodies to protect will cause are resources and manpower to be thinned out. If we run into any trouble, we will be at a serious disadvantage. We need to make sure that we take that into consideration. Especially considering that they are unloading a good portion of our current cargo and supplies.” Argus didn’t want to be negative or sound like he had something against the refugees, but he wanted to make sure they covered themselves and had everything they needed to carry out this mission properly.


Argus then addressed the group, but really, he was addressing the lady in charge. “We also should have them be accessed by our medical team, unless they already have an up-to-date report for them. Also, they won’t be able to bring much onto the ship, with the limited space on the ship and all." Argus was keeping a rather friendly, professional tone. He knew it wasn’t his place to take charge, and on top of that he did want to overstep his ranked officers. “Also, if you don’t mind me asking ma’am, some report claimed that the IR knows of the camps here. Have you had an armed conflict here or near the general area?” Argus had a poker-face on and was being rather political with his speech patterns.
 
Since Lydia had first arrived on the ‘new’ ship, one of the first things she did was begin experimenting. With nothing in her field of expertise, however, she was working on how to force the helmet of the suit provided to the Lullaby crew to cooperate with her own equipment. The original white helmet that she used to use was functioning but old, and she much preferred its more advanced counterpart. While the black and blue clashed with black and white to make the effort look like patchwork (and a couple of altered pieces said so too), it actually worked quite smoothly. And looks were the last thing on Lydia’s mind anyway.


For the the trip to the small ‘camp,’ Lydia was for the most part silent. She didn’t have her communication link on and outward speakers on her helmet were silenced, so whatever she said would be missed anyway in an effort to keep her mouth shut. It had been a while since she had been apart of a crew, and she didn’t intend to further screw up her reputation by adding ‘overly talkative and verbally tactless’ to the list of problems.


Lydia had come equipped with her own enhanced handgun. She would have preferred one of the rifles that she had smuggled for their ship, but she never even tried to bring it up with Adira, knowing the idea would have been rejected. When the small group had actually arrived at the camp, Lydia’s expression, thankfully hidden by the visor of her helmet, was a blend of shock and revolt, with an aftertaste of pity. While Adira, Argus, Sam and the woman spoke back-and-forth, Lydia didn’t do much more than listen ambiently and survey the group they’d be taking aboard their ship. She silently agreed with Argus’s statement of a medical evaluation, and when he followed it up with mention of the IR, she gave a slight nod with an hidden expression of ‘thank you, someone acknowledged it.’ Lydia herself had been prepared to pipe up with the subject if it went unmentioned, but she was extremely glad that she didn’t have to unmute voice speakers on her helmet at all, at least for the sake of not making some horrible, impulsive joke or pun and throwing off the entire negotiation. Her developing sense of humor was difficult to understand, to say the least.
 
Arriving at the planet he had barely had seconds to breathe, the windows filled with a beating red sand, the winds howling. And the military had boarded in moments. Impatient and desperate it seemed.But this, this had felt more up his alley than domestic breakfasts and civil disputes over formality. It had been a mission, the first with his crew and it promised to itch the unreachable scratch. But he'd been hit with the words, dreaded by all cadets. Guard Duty. Even if he hadn't just been grabbed by the collar, and it wasn't their lieutenant doing the grabbing, he would of been irritated by it. It was hardly the dream job for a mission, especially with his repertoire. He of course, had kept this to himself. 


Nodding Para watched as they walked away before looking to the ship. It was a duty that needed to be done, and he'd be lying if he said that he hadn't expected it. He was new to the crew, and in the military that meant guard duty. Even if it hadn't, he'd risked pissing off the lieutenant by complaining. Which would have also meant guard duty.  But even he would admit, this didn't seem a case of power play or favouritism, the girl the the lieutenant seemed to be unable to stand had gone along with them, and that had been of some comfort at least. So he sighed quietly under his breath before he'd stood to attention. Even then after his absence, it felt weird to be on the other side of a military operation, and he couldn't help the few side glances he gave to the remaining personnel. But with the sandstorm raging, it was hard to worry so much about the interpretations of it all. But his experience did make him wonder how much would even reach the refugees. 
 
Saami was still rubbing where Adira had nudged him 'softly' (which admittedly actually was an improvement from earlier nudges), when Argus had voiced concerns he had had too. Not necessarily about manpower and defence, as the Bathtub was so shitty that taking any fire meant certain doom anyway, but resources and medical were just as important. He did not want a repeat of that one time someone had stepped inside the Lullaby without proper quarantine. Scrubbing mould and mushrooms from the wall and finding a few more... mushy... soldiers was not something he wanted to have a watered down repeat of anytime soon. Meanwhile the lady didn't seem very content with all the questions, probably having hoped they could be in and out as quick as possible.


"No captain, it's physically impossible for them to speak proper English, they understand though. Also there's armed conflict everywhere, neither you nor they would be here if there wasn't armed conflict in the general area. Still, to answer your question, this place is currently one of the safest. Your only concern now should be getting these refugees off of the planet."


"I agree with Argus. But we also don't have enough time to have a full medical evaluation of 9 Sra'atantia,-... of all 9 of them. If we want to ride back on the current planetary interference that is."
"The medical files are there but not complete, we don't have the equipment to fully cover everyone. They don't have any major diseases." At least that reassured Saami somewhat, and if he took into consideration that these refugees had probably been on Carst for a while now they probably had been rid of the worst. They really did not have much bargaining power anyway it seemed, they could hardly stick here for the recommended quarantining time. 
"Then we can keep them in the cargo haul, fully examine them when we're off the planet and see where we'll go from there. I just have one question, why am I seeing only 8?" This made the lady look down to her tablet again, up again to the little creatures and back to her tablet.


"Maybe someone miscounted? It says 9 here. Ehm, 2 adults, 4 adolescents, 2 hatchlings and... ah, exactly one egg. 9." Satisfied she tapped her tablet, closing the current program. Her gaze was nearly challenging, as if she was expecting Saami to contest that the egg was the 9th one. Instead he just shrugged and went with it.


"Hey, if we really run out of supplies we still got the egg, I don't mind an omelette." As he said it he was already bracing himself for the inevitable corrective slap, no matter whom it'd come from.


Thus, soon after the crew, a few armed guards, a whole flock of pointy eared aliens and exactly one egg were traversing the limestone caverns back to the bathtub.
 
Adira wasn't exactly happy with their certainly-difficult load, but at least the aliens didn't take up much space. The woman who had been in charge of the aliens had gotten a rather private but stern talking-to, in which Adira had made her feelings very clear. Should anything happen because of the aliens, it would not be Adira's fault, and Adira had only agreed to the job for pay. Once that had been made crystal-clear, Adira had joined her crew in going toward the ship. On the way, Adira and Saami were bickering about how to make space while Adira tried planning everything out on her tablet. "We have space in the cargo bay, so if we empty out any room and put the items in the cargo bay, then we've got everything set. The problem is, we don't have any extra rooms, really. So it would have to be the room of someone who is on the crew. Saami, you never sleep in your bed anyway, so we'll put them there, and if for some reason you want to sleep in a bed, we can work that out when it's a problem." 
 
"I'm fine with them having my room." Are you really? Rationally, yes, he understood that this was the best solution the situation allowed. Morally he agreed that it was a greater good to give up something he did not use for the betterment of others. But subjectively it nagged him slightly, like a small touch of instinct had been triggered that caused him to feel like it was his room, a thing he had the right to as well. A thing he had fought for as well to have, with his things that he owned. A place for him, that he never had had before. He had been assigned rooms, he had utilised rooms, but this was really the first time it was a little spot in the world he had full control over.


It was a selfish feeling, and it would be even pettier to act on it of course. That would make him no better than those supporting IR. For the greater good, for the people. They all said that, and he'd done horrible things for the right greater good and the particular people; he'd seen even worse things because of them. So why then would he share his room?


Because it makes them happy


Behind his visor he had had a quite confused frown at first, half because of that awful feeling, half because he couldn't find the key to the puzzle as to why he even felt that way. Yet when he'd cast a glance backwards to the enthusiastic troupe of aliens, hope in their eyes and a happy bounce to their ears, he realised quickly enough that lending his room for a day would make far more difference to them. Giving Adira a more confident nod he added: "But you'll have to live with me having a smoke or two in the cockpit then."


He couldn't make everyone happy after all. 
 
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Argus was pleasantly surprised that Saami agreed with his concern and could freely express his thoughts without having the captain or crew discouraging his opinions. After expressing his concern, he then continued to take a detailed transcript of everything that was being discussed. The 9 Sra'atantia did intrigue him.  Their native tongue was one language that he could not speak and most likely would never be able to speak. The human vocal cords just didn’t work the same way, thus making the language a rather complex one for any human to speak. Luckily for them, they understood English.


As they made their way to the ship, he approached the adult Sra'atantias. With a warm, pleasant smile on his face “Don’t listen to the second in command. He has a strange sense of humor, but will try to protect you to the best of our ability to get your guy to a new home. Also, I want to congratulate you two on the new addition to the family.” His tone was very soft and melodic, almost sounding like a happy lullaby. Even though Argus had his concern with taking in the refugees without the optimal preparations, he still felt they deserved empathy and to feel welcomed as living beings.


That when the captain and lieutenant decided once the 9 refugees were cleared, they would stay in Saami’s room. Argus’ respect for the lieutenant increase for sure. The fact is that the crew had very little supplies. On top of that had very little space or items for themselves. Thus, willing giving up the tiny bit of privacy they had was something that took a lot of self-sacrifice. Argus spoke up in a very innocent and carefully constructed tone. “Lieutenant, if you wish for some privacy or a smoke break. You can easily use my room. I won’t sleep much anyway… I’m slightly behind on paperwork.” Argus didn’t want Saami to be the only one giving up on this mission. Plus, they were a team and had to try to look out for each other at all time.
 
After working with to do what was possible to finish the medical examinations, Lydia left the alien refugees to Adira with a ‘just ask me if you need anything.’ Saami was preparing the ship for takeoff, so she would have volunteered herself (and her own room had Saami not spoken up first) to help the refugees settle in for the ride, but she was pretty sure she would be shot dead in half a second if she came within ten feet of Sam’s door, regardless of whether or not he would even be using his room. Lydia sent the as-completed-as-possible files to Adira, and afterward took an apple from the mess hall as a snack on the way back to her room. 
Ten minutes later, Lydia was lying down on her bed with her feet propped up on the pillow. Her suit was packed up in the corner of the room, sand having yet to be cleaned out. The apple sat uneaten on the small table beside the bed, and one pistol in its holster hanging by a hook on the wall. The other took up the remaining space on the small table. Unless they were on some kind of mission, Lydia stuck to her one-gun dependency with decency. She relied on her right hand more heavily anyway. 
It was odd to not have anything to be doing. For the last year she had Lydia had tried to keep herself from taking a break. She could reorganize what little was in the medbay again, or rearrange her room. Or something? 
The ship began to rumble as it took off. Why not speculate ridiculous hypothetical situations, if there was nothing to do? 
Because it was unhealthy. Something else.
Listen to music? Did Lydia even have music downloaded to something? She wasn't sure. Even if she did or could, what music did she like? She didn't know.
She’d go reorganize the medbay again, then. 
 
The door hissed quietly as Michael walked into his room, throwing off his jacket onto the bed, spreading grains of sand all across it. He sighed, rolling his eyes, but he would have to clean that later. He yanked off his protective, armored suit, hanging it up in a corner of the room before going to sit on the bed. He pulled up his bag from earlier, inspecting the individual parts of his extremely large rifle, which wasn't currently assembled. As he did this, he was thinking to himself; if all the missions were this easy, then this would be a smooth ride, well, except for the ship itself, which wasn't smooth at all. But he was secretly hoping to himself that this would just get harder and harder. If it wasn't, then what was the point of him even being here?
 
Saami had been pleasantly surprised by Argus offering his room too, but refused it reasoning that he needed to fly and would be spending most of his time in the cockpit anyway. If he wanted a smoke he could just as well have it there, and if he wanted privacy he could claim he was busy flying and everyone else should just get the hell out. It did however worry him slightly that Argus admitted he wouldn't sleep much, even when it wasn't far to the station where they'd drop off the aliens he wouldn't want his crew to be heavily overworked by paperwork of all things. But at that moment he had more grave concerns than Argus' work, as he still had to do his own and get them off of the planet safely. 


3488/12/16 13:04:17 SST


The aliens had been brought on board, but Saami hadn't yet concerned himself with the medical results as he was busy flying and watching displays for the time left of interference. He'd gotten the ship off, put it in the right position and dropped the engine and most systems aside from the critical ones again so they would pass by unnoticed. It was again more of a leap of faith into the dark, as it meant he also couldn't scan the surroundings for hostile activity or get communications as that would possibly reveal a position, but it paid off. Without any problems they made it into uncontested area, and with a few flicks on the dashboard panel all important programs had been turned on again. The lights buzzing up and the ship accelerating slowly but surely towards the designated warp point.


"This is your co-captain speaking, as you may have noticed the lights are on again, this means you are now free to move, speak and if you want to use your brains too. Just be sure not to turn on the microwave and the washing machine at the same time. Seriously... this shitty ship apparently won't allow it and we really can't find out why the hell that is..." Content with his unorthodox message he put the microphone back down. Onward to clearing out his room for the aliens, which luckily did not contain any more than the bare necessities and would quickly be set up. He just needed a few people to help him move the furniture to the cargo haul.


"Hey Mike, I need your help clearing my room for the refugees. Move the furniture down and such, so meet me there in a bit while I go get Para." Although the door was closed he had just loudly said it through the metal, figuring the message'd be clear. He didn't have much for or against Mike yet, and figured it would be good to do a task together just to see what kind of person he was. As for Para... he just hadn't met the teasing quota for the day yet, but also because he hadn't done much more than guard duty. So he'd made his way over to Para's room next, giving loud knocks on the door until it'd be opened.
"Yo Snowy, I got something to do for you. And you won't have to deal with desperate soldiers for this one." He said the latter as if it was a very good thing, giving an overly wide grin that clearly wasn't because he was happy for Para but more that he was enjoying annoying him with more work. "Good job on the guarding though, we even have enough food to make it to the next stop." This appeared to be more semi-serious, and though it was in a more jesting manner he actually was satisfied with Para in a way: at the very least he'd proven to be trustworthy when it came to supplies. There was no addictive medicine missing, and he hadn't nicked any of the better food to keep for himself. It wasn't an enormous feat, but something worthy of a positive comment at least. That didn't mean however he'd be stopping the teasing anytime soon, thus he added: "so I can throw you in an extra scoop of dog food tonight!"


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Michael sat in the room assembling his rifle aimlessly while Saami sat outside the door "Alright, I'll be right down, just give me a second!" He leaned the rifle on one of the metal supports of the bed before standing up. He grabbed his coat off the bed before moving out into the hallway, then going to Saami's room. Then the realization hit him that he didn't exactly know where that was, he took a few seconds orientating himself in the hallway before figuring out the right way to go. He rubbed his head thoughtfully, if anyone saw him do that he'd look like a total idiot. Oh well, it's not like there was a lot of space to see him in the first place, they were on a cramped space ship after all. He slid on his dark green jacket as he moved through the hallway, waiting for Saami to get back with anyone else that was helping-or he could just start now. He decided on the latter, grabbing anything that didn't seem too heavy and moving it down to storage.


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In the short time Para had lived aboard the Bathtub, he had managed to turn the even cramped space of his room into a state of organised chaos with the already cramped space now filled with piles of books and journals, knick-knacks and souvenirs from his earlier days, even the walls were not allowed a sign of neatness with hand scrawled notes already stuck in uneven rows. Sat in the chaos of his room, Para was leaning back on his chair, balancing the back legs and swinging rhythmically back and forth, his hands holding the issued tablet, his lips following the words as he read them focused in a world of his own but with the sharp knocks at his door, his chair had slammed forward. Para softly placing his tablet on what space his desk had, shaking his head as he'd opened the door, frowning at the sight of the Lieutenant and the nickname that had followed him. "Oh right, of course, Lieutenant" He'd nodded, glancing to the floor and shifting almost uncomfortably, unable to place why the nickname bothered him so much.


He hadn't had long to place the feeling before the Lieutenant spoke again, even if semi-serious the praise had lit up Para's face in an instant, a wide grin spread across his face only for a moment, Para had quickly replaced it with a less puppy like look "Thank you, Sir
 " Sure the work had been menial and underwhelming, but praise was still praise and it came from a man he had been sure hated him. Even the harsh comment that followed hadn't fazed the warm glow in his cheeks, Para opting to ignore it in favour of the half compliment given, keeping his voice level and almost friendly  "What is it that you want me to do exactly?"  
 
As the team arrived back to the ship, Argus quickly made his way to his quarters. He was on a deadline for the paperwork he needed done and sadly he couldn’t put it off any further. Back when he worked on earth he would normally have music playing in his office as he worked to go through all this paperwork. Luckily it didn’t take him long to finish up and he quickly got to work writing up the transcripts for everything discussed during the mission and writing up a report of the status of the mission. He made both a hard copy and a digital copy, which he sent to the captain. Both he sent it in to the official in charge of their payment and the final handling of the refugees he wanted the captain to approve everything. Also, he sent a message to some political contacts to see what aid they could give the team and the refugees so he can present that information to the captain. Of course, those conversations needed to stay off the record and he needed to be careful who he contacted.     


 He looked and saw that he still had two days before his next due date for his paperwork was due so he decided he would hold off on finishing them. As he stood up from his desk, he felt a slight sting go down his spine. “Damnit!”


                Usually everything time his spine gave him issue, it struck a sharp cord with his self-confidence and more important it reminded him of how limited he is. He checked the time and saw he still had two hours before he could take his next batch of painkillers so all he could do was try to ignore the pain. Might as well see what everyone else is doing on the ship. Maybe later I could check in with the refugees and see if I can get any information out of them with a translation database. He wandered around the ship and came to a stop when he saw Michael moving things out of the lieutenant’s room. He knew he couldn’t really help much, but the least he could do was give Michael some company while he moved everything. Moving a little faster, trying to catch up “Hello Michael. I can see the lieutenants already put you to hard work.” Argus spoke in a very amused and happy tone and gave a pleasant smile.
 
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Saami sure was glad that he'd finished talking before taking a good look at Para's room, and instantly regretting doing so. The chaos had caught him out of words as his clinically clean brain took a while to comprehend all the inputs he was seeing everywhere. Looking at Para but really only seeing a wave of unnecessary information coming at him; a mess of tidbytes that all took some form of effort to place and with a photographic memory they were impossible to ignore as they had been added instantly. So for a little while he stood there internally grumbling at the mess, before an abnormal silence reminded him that Para had in fact asked a question. 


"Clean your f,-... ehm, my room out." Barely able to catch himself he just blinked a bit, followed by this eerie raise of the corners of his mouth that should be a smile but looked more like he was scrambling to conceal that he wanted to murder him and the only reason he wasn't already was because it'd complicate things at this moment in time. "Mike has already started I believe, but I'd just like your help so we can do it fast and give the refugees a place." As the sentence went on his expression seemed to improve back again to rather polite niceness, but anyone knowing him knew that he was never polite and nice at the same time unless pretending. He didn't want to spend a second longer looking at that mess, as he knew already he'd be obsessing over it for quite a while despite it being utterly trivial. But he just turned around to lead Para to his perfectly sanitised room, the niceness and politeness falling from his face the moment he wasn't looking at him. Instead he seemed very determined to spend the next few hours after this cleaning something, anything really, as if he could make up for the scruffiness of Para's room by making an equal amount of other things completely sterile. 
 
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Michael rolled his shoulders, looking back over at Argus "Eh, the work isn't too bad. Can't say this is the worst job i've ever had, pretty low on the list still." He laughed to himself at his comment before going silent, thinking about some of the hardest jobs he had done. He thought fast, moving the conversation ahead, hoping to get Argus to start talking about something else, or even about himself. Either worked."Any who, what's up with you, Argus? You seem pretty friendly towards a guy like me, some guy you just picked up a few days ago on a random planet. I mean, I guess that's how most people on this ship have met each other, eh?" Michael continued carrying down crates to storage, stacking them wherever they would fit, meaning he honestly didn't care if food stuff was stacked on furniture or anything equally out of place, plus the fact that he himself was never used to exact 'sorting' before.
 
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Argus moved along with Michael lazily listen the guy try to make conversation and do his job at the same time. The fact that he changes the conversation quickly about his past work made Argus curious, but for now he would let that thought go. “What's up with me? Hmm, I’m not sure how to answer that question. I just finished my paper work an hour before it was due and now I’m just going around the ship to help my stiffening back.” Argus replied in a slight blasé tone, then quickly switched to a more expressive, warm tone. “As for my friendly demeanor, that is a two-part answer. Part one, is that I like to think I’m just naturally a friendly person and Part two, is that in my experience I learned making a good, friendly relationship with people has more benefits in the long run.” This guy really needs to learn how to sort and organize things for maximum efficiency. Argus kept that thought to himself and continued to keep Michael company while he tried to do his job. “Sorry I’m not much help. But trust me when I say if I did try to help, you’ll end up with having to do my work and then having to carry me to the MED bay.” Argus had a slight chuckle at the end of his statement. Argus wasn’t sure how much Michael knew about their crew and the member of the crew, but judging by his character so far, Michael didn’t seem to be the type to be bothered by much.
 
Even Para's slight naivety to the face of authority recognized the look of murder Saami was covering, Para's once enthusiastic smile dropping as he pulls the door closer to him a slight burn in his cheeks as he realises the offence the state of his room may cause. He was thankful at least that despite his Lieutenant's clear desire to murder him, he didn't comment on it, thankfully giving him orders instead. "Of course Sir." He slipped between the door, shutting it behind him and keeping his eyes fixed on the floor as he followed behind Saami. The attempts at small talk often on the tip of his tongue, but never actually using them. Instead he waited for a prompt that never came. As brief as the trip to Saami's room was, the given silence had been a slight discomfort. So much so Para had considered telling his Lieutenant that he knows where his room is and that he would be okay from there.
 
As much as he hated rubble, Saami's neurotic cleaning habits hadn't yet gotten to the point where he'd lose sight of his priorities. And luckily for Para, his priority at the moment was to get his room ready for the alien refugees. When he arrived there, he saw Mike had already cleared most of the loose stuff, and he was rather surprised to see Argus with him.
"Yo Mickey, Pinky," As he spoke he just gave a nonchalant wave of his hand, indicating the greeting was just to be a short buffer between their arrival and him telling them what to do, and he didn't expect much more in return for it. "When all the loose rubble is out, you," He gave a staunch gesture toward Mike, "And Snowy here can take the furniture out, then you just have to set up a second bed, and a special safe place for the egg. It'll be a day still until we reach Tetra-11, so I guess you do this well then have the rest of the day off." As he spoke his orders, he'd moved in his room and opened one of the desk drawers, taking out a data tablet and absentmindedly scrolling through it. His tone didn't change much as he did so, but then again he didn't seem to give much heed to the others. Then again he didn't see any way for them to royally screw this up unless all 3 of them managed to fuse with the reserve bed somehow.
"Good luck." And just as he'd walked in he'd walked away again toward the cockpit. Which needed a scrub, very very thoroughly... after he'd had a well deserved smoke to deal with the stress Para's room had brought upon his psyche.

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Michael looked at Saami, then in the room, noting all the furniture- although he seemed taken back by his remark about the egg "Special safe place for the egg..? What the f-" Michael stopped himself before realizing that the small aliens actually were carrying an egg. Personally, he didn't want to deal with the egg because he didn't trust himself enough, thinking he may break it. He looked over at Para and Argus "I'll grab the furniture then." He then picked up a chair, walking back over to storage. Michael was really hoping those small alien's would just be self-sufficient enough to set the room up for themselves, but he knew he would probably have to help somehow eventually. Hopefully with something that isn't easily breakable.
 
Not being phased by Saami’s nickname, Argus just listened politely and nodded along as He spoke his orders. Even though Saami spoke his instructions to all of them, but he knew that he wasn’t expected to participate in the activity. Yet he wouldn’t mind helping create a safe environment for the egg of the refugees. That is when Michael’s voice took him out of his planning for the egg. As Michael walked off with the furniture, Argus yelled at him “Don’t worry Michael! You won't have to hold the egg just make sure there is a safe space for it! So, don’t be so nervous!” Argus retorted with a slight chuckle and amusement in his voice.

Looking towards Para Argus had a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Well, glad that you joined us in this little mission. I’m sure with your assistance we will get this done in no time. Plus, your one of the most physically fit people on the ship so lifting all this stuff is nothing to you.” the fact that Argus had little interaction with para made Argus want to get to know him better. On his tablet, he planned the optimum way to set up the room for the aliens. Also, he looked up more information about the egg and how to make a safe place for it. he relayed this information to the two other men.
 
Adira had been in the cockpit looking into the emptiness of space when her communicator blipped. This was odd since very few people knew her communicator connection - it was her private line, while her tablet was how she normally received information. Both had heavy protection, but her tablet couldn't really be traced, so it was the only contact she gave out, normally. She looked down at the screen and read the message a few times over... and over... and over again. Finally, she picked up her tablet and sent a message to Saami, which simply read, "When we land, I'm going to be gone for a while. Something came up."
 
Saami had been in the supply closet when he got the captain's message, but he didn't head it too much, considering that at that point in time two of his favourite things where in said closet; namely the lit cigarette he was holding, and soap... lots and lots and lots of soap. The latter being quite telling considering he was the one officially in charge of supplies. The former was because Adira had hogged the cockpit, and he did wonder why she had to do that every time he wanted to smoke. Maybe because he always felt like smoking? Or was it because she, as the captain, just was in the cockpit a lot?
Regardless of all that, he was rather comfy there for the moment, so he just took another draw and replied k, fine. It would be a while before they landed anyway wouldn't it? Well, really landed. They'd dock at the Tetra 11 Space Port, get the aliens in to safe government hands, maybe resupply on food, and then it'd be all the way back to Betelgeuse. Quite a trip indeed, at least it paid well. In any case Saami just shrugged at the thought and kept smoking; instead having happier thoughts. Mostly about how he could deep clean his room now all the furniture was out. At least then he could pretend everything was as nice and neat, and not have to think about the godawful state the ship was in.

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Value.Safe_Delivery_Aliens = TRUE
Even the egg had made it there whole, and in the end he had decided not to make an omelet out of it. Maybe he should have scrambled eggs tomorrow?
Value.Automatic_Pilot_Program.Home = TRUE
Yep, he'd done all the calculations before they had even left, and then checked them again just in case. Nothing wrong there.
System_Warning.Sleep
Negative.
Couldn't he just turn that off? He knew he had the system warnings for a reason, but they just annoyed him at this point. Had there ever been a point where hadn't known? It wasn't like he forgot that he was shot in the stomach, or starved, or tired. Hell if those three ever decided to happen at the same time.

How long had it been since he'd slept anyway? Properly slept that was... back on Verglas at the least? At the realisation of it Saami just let a bit of a yawn happen while stretching from his usual position; with socked feet up on the dashboard and leaning back . He'd been watching the dashboard rather intently for the past few hours, occasionally making minute corrections or switching some secondary systems on or off. Boring things. Even stargazing didn't quite hold his interest for too long now; in the end his thoughts kept drifting away past them. But he didn't want to let them... slip. He often found disturbing experiences there, and sometimes forgot how to leave them too...
Absentmindedly he let his fingers play with his cup of coffee instead, cold by now of course. There was only so much coffee could do for him anyway, and he'd gone past that point of tiredness by at least a day. So naturally he figured getting a new one would help.

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Spilled out on the middle of the dining table laid a puddle of cold coffee, and in the middle of aforementioned puddle laid it's cause. Saami'd promptly fallen asleep, and in doing so had also knocked over his cup. Apparently this hadn't been able to wake him up though, nor had the sensation of coffee drenching his clothes and hair. He might not have even noticed, from the looks of it. Instead he just laid there rather serenely, despite the occasional twitch of his fingers and a faint whisper of words on his breath.

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Lying in bed look up at his ceiling, Argus felt small tears gather in the corners of his eye. He was trying to fight through the pain and get to sleep, but it wasn't letting up. Daily pain was something he manage on a regular basis, but sometimes the pain got to the point where he just couldn't handle it. He got out of bed looked at the clock. No sleep for me tonight. Argus goes to one of his small duffle bags when he unzips it, he looks at countless numbers of pills, medication, and small boxes full of syringes. Argus hated taking extra painkillers. He hated how dependent they made him, how if he constantly took them, then the pain would be more intense from all the suppression. More importantly, he hated how they fogged up his mental state or how jittery they made him. He wasn’t much use to anyone if he could think properly. He looked through his bag and found something that would take the pain away, but it would also keep him up all night. He figured the pain was going to keep him up anyways, so he might as well take it. Opening a small box, inside was two vials and a syringe. He hated self-administrating through a needle, it always made him feel uneasy. Taking out the syringe and filling it with the pain killer, he let out an unamused sigh. After slowly finding a vein, he injected the small needle. Letting the liquid flow into his blood stream. It would take an hour before he felt the effects.

Straining to walk over to his desk, he looks over the piles of paperwork and communication reports. Much to the annoyance of his last captain, he tends to keep hard paper copies of everything, which usually means his desk and work area is a mess. Maybe I should organize everything and get a head start on those reports. Then again, that can always wait until later. Argus goes and picks up his tab and make his way to get a cup of coffee. Argus is shocked to find the lieutenant sleeping on a table with a puddle of coffee. Debating on letting him be or waking him up, but Argus decided to go with the former. Slowly and gently he shakes Saami “Lieutenant… excuse the interruption, but if you need sleep, I suggest a bed. If you wish, you can use my bed since your furniture still hasn’t been moved back.” Argus at least hoped Saami would get up so he can clean up the mess and then he can go back to sleeping on the table.
 
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