Among the Stars - Main thread

After having reprganized the medbay for the seventh time, every other time by a system of increasing complexity and impracticality, Lydia decided it was probably settle with some kind of simpler mode. Alphabetical.
By the time she had finished again, Lydia had managed to burn through time like tinder, and it was relatively late. Late enough to justify sleeping more easily than staying up. So she returned to her room to try to sleep, and after no event, to pretend to. To keep her mind from wandering toward places she didn't want it to go, Lydia settled for studying the pattern of wrinkles in sheets, and how light from her tablet warped around small and shallow dents in the wall. This was probably a better place for her mind to be than even what cropped up sometimes in dreams, if her psychological judgement was worth anything.
 
No... please don't... stop... please just stop. I don't want to. I don't want to do it. Why can't I stop? Please... but he knew didn't he? Why he couldn't stop. Why he'd already done it. And every time he'd just have to watch. Like he was doing it all over again trapped inside his own memory. He could feel the grip his fingers had on the knife, but couldn't let go. He could watch it tear through flesh, but not close his eyes. The gurgling sounds coming from a severed throat, those wide surprised eyes. It silently screamed at him every night. Murderer murderer murderer. But he couldn't stop. He couldn't take it back. He couldn't set it right. Instead he just saw the blood flow over his hands, dark red and forever on his mind.
Then, a touch? Like an electric shock going through him he felt his body suddenly move. Yet he still was wet? Wide eyed he stared at his hands which were in fact covered in dark liquid. What had he done then? What could he have done that would have made such a mess? Not again... not again. Not another one. Just trying to piece together what it could have been made his breath go wild. Searching through all the fragmented memories of the dead, trying to piece together their faces and their names from scrambled slivers fearing that he would see a new ones. Another one.

Then he saw familiar eyes.. asking him words but between the flashes of memories they didn't come through it seemed. When he realised they were still alive a weird noise came from him, like his compressed chest had shifted just enough to let out a whine close to crying but not quite. With wide eyes he just stared at Argus, then back at his hands... had he done something to him? He couldn't remember... but the man was alive now. If he left now, got away now then he couldn't make it worse. If he could just find a place where he wouldn't hurt anyone...
In a rather sudden motion Saami moved away, stumbling back first and nearly falling, but instead he just frantically tried to get away going as far as to use all four limbs to propel him forwards and upwards solely to get out. If anything he tried to get away from himself, but that was rather hard to do. So he just kept moving through the ship in a panic, first as running footsteps, then as hollow bonking sounds when he'd somehow gotten himself in a maintenance vent somewhere. And then those sounds went quiet...

He was huddled somewhere... he didn't really want to know where. There were loud buzzing sounds from the machinery of the ship, but it didn't scare him anymore. The only light were a few orange maintenance lights, but that was okay. He didn't need nothing more, because no one really would be here, deserved to be there. He couldn't hurt anyone here... that was the best place of all places he could be. But as a burning realisation made its way up from his chest he knew he couldn't stay here, he'd have to face whatever he'd done even if he hadn't meant it. Even if he couldn't remember what he had done to Argus. But he really didn't want to go back. Instead he huddled up just a bit deeper into the corner, and if there was no one there for him to hurt, there was also no one there to hear him cry... but he couldn't quite put his finger on why his tears somehow smelled like... coffee?
 
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Argus was stunned by what he just saw and wasn’t sure how to react. Saami seemed to be consciously aware that he was there, but like he was hallucinating. Either way Argus took it upon himself to help bring the lieutenant back to reality. Luckily for him the pain killer was starting to take effect so he could move without feeling as much pain as before. He searches a couple rooms through the ship, with no luck of finding the lieutenant. Walking past the engine room, when he heard the faintest of sounds. Argus was debating on what to do, but he couldn’t think straight with the drugs in his system. He took out his tablet and sent a message to the captain saying that Saami was acting strangely and seemed to be in an emotionally distraught state. Entering the room, but making sure to keep himself close to the exit just in case he needs to make an escape. Argus speaks with a loud but confronting tone “Saami I want to know you're completely safe and that I am here to help. You're safe on the ship and you have a whole crew here to help you through whatever you’re going through. Whatever your experience and feeling it will go away soon, you just need to breathe and relax a little. If you want, we can go and grab a smoke.” Slowly Argus was going through the checklist of dealing with panic and anxiety. Hopefully calming Saami down and taking his mind off whatever was troubling him. After all, his job was to read a person emotional and mental state, then adapt his speaking to work past that situation.
 
When Argus had entered, Sam had jumped up again, his back pressed against the wall with an expression somewhere in between crying, afraid and confused. His eyes had scanned around fervently, trying to look for what exactly was going on. When he couldn't find any wounds on Argus, pieces of the puzzle slowly started to fall into place. That he'd accidentally spilled his coffee, that he'd had a nightmare again, and how deranged he must've looked to Argus then and there. But now he wasn't afraid anymore that void just got replaced by shame. For a moment he'd looking at Argus, trying to find the words to explain what had happened, but he didn't even really know himself. The more he thought about it, the more he just felt like he'd gotten lost, the more trouble he had not to make his sobbing worse. So he just shook his head in the despair of being lost for an explanation, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes which only made him look more dishevelled.
"it was... just... a... bad... dream..." he managed to get out inbetween sharp breaths, but he wasn't sure whom he was trying to convince of that. By now he'd gone to pieces, and trying to put them back together just frustrated him to no end. These sharp shards of his feelings, shame, sadness, frustration, confusion, relief, contempt... all they did was cut him up as he tried to desperately force them back together into something resembling a functioning being. And then he had to add failure to the list...
 
Argus kept a strong gaze on Saami and made sure to catch the sudden changes in his expression and demeanor. There was a lot going on within the mind of the lieutenant, but he was not in the state to fully understand them. Luckily Saami made it clear that he was having a bad dream, but judging by his reaction it was something deeper than a simple nightmare. Either way Argus knew how to deal with this situation. In a stern and loud voice Argus to the dominant stance in this conversation. “Understood lieutenant! There is no need to worry, everyone has a nightmare and it's ok if it shakes you a little. More importantly, it's ok that you feel Negative feelings, I'm here to listen to anything you're feeling and am ready to help you vent those feelings.” expressing negative feelings is instrumental to overall mental health. Plus, if he tries to suppress them, it will just cause more problems for us in the long run. “How about we go to my room, away from anyone else in the ship so we can talk about this in private and so you can regain your composure in private. Now I'm going to approach you lieutenant, please don’t be alarmed when I do.” Slowly Argus approaches Saami and offers him a hug.” Rule one offer physical contact and reassurance. That is if they are ok with it.
 
At first Saami had wanted to resist the hug, but more and more he realised he didn't really know why he was even fighting it. Because it would be embarrassing? Well it couldn't get much worse right? Because he would have to admit something was wrong? Wasn't that already evident. The more he refused to accept the more it would be because he refused to accept himself. It'd been a while ago since someone accepted him... and now he was so eager to forget that because he felt unworthy of kindness. Yet here it was... right in front of him, someone being nice to him. Who was he to refuse? He felt too tired to fight against it, to keep chastising himself.
So rather cautiously he crawled forward, until his head hit Argus' shoulder. It didn't really matter anymore whether he liked him or not, or even knew him or not. In his current state of mind there really was no need for liking or such nonsense... he just needed someone. It didn't matter who was there, as long as there was someone. Anything to distract him from his past. All Argus needed to do was be a reminder of what people felt like... so maybe he could recognise himself in it.

He'd done this before hadn't he? Sobbed on someone's shoulder? So much had changed since then... but this, it still felt the same. That same kind of warmth, the same kind of sounds and motion of a person. As much as he hated to admit it, it felt nice. He wasn't sure how uncomfortable it was on Argus' end, but he hadn't complained yet, so now he could he'd just let it out until he had calmed down more.
After what felt like an eternity that seemed to happen, not sure how to go at it he just awkwardly let go and avoided eye contact. A slight chuckle escaped him as he still dried his tears with the collar of his shirt.
"You know... I really just want to take... a goddamn shower..." He sounded rather exasperated, his voice having taken a hit from the crying, but relieved as well. There went his credibility as a soldier... he just hoped Argus wouldn't hold it against him. Maybe it was time to avoid him for the coming three months...
 
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Though it was seven a.m, Adira had been sleeping peacefully. Well, as peacefully as she could. What woke her wasn't her alarm, which was set for an hour later, but a buzz from her tablet. So she'd gotten an official message from someone. If it weren't for the fact that that was where she had routed private messages too, she'd have just gone back to sleep.

With a groan, she sat up and blinked a few times to adjust to the glare of the tablet. Saami was having problems? Probably his PTSD flaring up. The bombing hadn't been kind to either of them, with that. Adira knew full well that she was more than likely the only person on board who didn't hate Saami. That meant she had to help somehow, so she replied, "Tell him I'm coming."
 
Argus let saami hold on to him as long as he need to feel comforted and better. It was that awkward for but it was slightly strange considering the lieutenant’s tendency to keep his distance from people. Either way argus was happy to help him deal with whatever issues he had going on. It seemed saami had regained his composure and even let out a little chuckle as he let go. It seems the lieutenant is feeling better. It's good to hear him laugh after a very painful emotion ordeal. “I think it's a great idea. Especially since you have coffee on your clothes. Plus, it would be good for you to relax, I know how stressful this job is. Also, I want you to know that this does not affect the way I see you and if you want to keep this little encounter private between us, that I completely understand. But I should tell you, that I told that captain that you weren’t acting like yourself, but other than that no one else on the ship knows or will know.” He need to be up front with Saami so he was blindsided later and so he could mentally prepare himself for the captain. Raising up to his feet, argus offered saami a hand and also offered him a small smile.
 
"Thanks... she already knows though... we had the same previous job after all. Which was a lot worse than this... really this is the best job I've ever had... even when falling asleep in coffee." Sam gave a grim little smile as he spoke and took Argus' hand to get up, not particularly wanting to be reminded of his past, but he figured he could at least give Argus the courtesy of giving a reason for this breakdown. "Also... you don't have to call me lieutenant... just Sam will do." He spoke with a tone unusually gentle for him, in passing Argus to go and get that shower, before the rest of the ship woke up and would see him. "That's an order by the way, or you'll get the usual punishment of being kicked out of the air lock!" He couldn't be too nice now could he? That'd just set a bad example... but despite doing his best at trying to act apathetic, he was still rather shaken. It was hard to keep his hands still, and he'd wrapped his arms around his stomach rather defensively and he didn't seem to want to let go just yet. At the very least he'd gotten his tone close to the usual 'asshole with a flair of I don't give a fuck'.
 
"Well, I'm glad that this job is something good for you Lieuten... I mean Sam." Argus was aware of the captains and Sam's last job but knew it wasn't the best time to bring it up. From the reports and videos, he saw, what the captain and lieutenant went through was a very tough ordeal. Losing half their crew in a terrorist attack and having everything they worked so hard for be overshadowed. Argus didn’t blame the lieutenant for having issues with sleeping, but he was glad to finally have him calm and regaining his cool. “Anyway, enjoy your shower Saami. Also, know I am Here if you ever want to talk. After all, I'm not that useful for anything else." Giving Saami a warm and expressive smile, wanting him to know he could trust Argus. After all, Argus had so much respect for the captain and lieutenant. Not only because of their accomplishments on their exploration mission, but the way they handle the attack. As him make his way out of the room Argus pats Saami on the shoulder. “I have to admit, you give pretty good hugs but i guess that's our little secrete. Anyway i think im going to find the captain if you need me.” Argus then start moving in the direction to the captain's room. knowing that she was most likely coming that way.
 
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Adira was able to dress quickly. Every day she wore the same clothes anyway, a black long sleeve undershirt, her jacket, a pair of pants that were capable of forming a suit with her jacket, her weapons belt, and her boots. Oh, and of course, her gloves. There wasn't a day where she didn't wear those. Before the bombing, she'd actually managed to wear different clothing... more normal clothing. Stuff that wasn't made for battle. But the bombing had reminded her that that was not her lifestyle, though she still had the more comfortable clothes stashed away in her closet. Tying back her hair only took a second, then she was on her way toward Sam's room, but she met Argus in the hallway instead... without Saami. The silence hung in the air of the dark hallway for a few moments, as if she was expecting Saami to suddenly appear, then she said, "Argus? Where's Sam?"
 
As he was moving down the hall, he bumped into the captain, exactly like he planned. Argus stayed silent and waited for her to make the first move in the conversation that's when she asked the question he assumed she would ask. "Hello captain, sorry for waking you but I figured you would want you know about the lieutenant. As for Sam, try not worry too much for now. He is currently in his room, taking a deserved shower. I did what I could to calm him down and get him back to a stable state. Overall, he seemed to have reacted positively to my intervention. The lieutenant seemed to have had an Anxiety attack, that seemed to have been triggered from a vivid bad dream. I would let him process what happen and calm down a little before you go check on him, captain. Of course, that's just my opinion, I am in no way telling you what to do. " Argus report to the captain in a very clear and concise tone. He left out the details like the hug and the words of comfort. If the lieutenant felt comfortable enough to tell the captain then Argus will allow him the option. Argus stood there at attention wait for the captain to respond. Argus also made sure to make Saami’s outburst seem relatively small. For one he didn’t want the captain to worry herself over Saami and secondly, he didn’t want Saami to feel like Argus sold him out. On top of that Argus was not trained in mental illness, he couldn't exactly specify what was going on in Saami’s head. That was something the lieutenant needed to clarify himself.
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Adira took in the information Argus gave her and slowly nodded. It seemed like, perhaps... dare she say it, Saami had found a kind of friend in Argus. That would be a good thing for him in the coming months - he needed someone besides herself, who was also rather mentally broken. "At ease, I know about Saami's problem." She stayed quiet for a few seconds, then quickly added, "You aren't too familiar with mental health, are you, Argus? I don't mean it in an insukting manner, of course. Perhaps, though, since you specialize in communications, you should read up on it. During your work hours, if you must. I think the whole crew would benefit." She gave him a slight smile, then reached out and patted his shoulder. "And... thanks for taking care of Saami."
 
On Argus’ face one could clearly see pride, happiness and slight embarrassment from being praised from the captain. In all honest, he was happy he was able to help Saami, but sadden by the fact that he had to experience Saami at such a low state. “When it comes to mental illness, from a clinical and medic view, I am not very educated. But when it comes to dealing with those, who are suffering from mental episodes or specific emotional trauma, I am taught and trained to understand and deal with the situation. As part of being a communication specialist and negotiator.” Argus address the captain with respect and tried to explain his skills properly. “If you feel I will be more valuable for the crew to read up on such a subject, then I am willing to take up the challenge. But captain, no matter how much I inform myself, I will not be qualified to full understand someone with such an issue. I am by no mean a medical professional but I guess since we are in a time of war I see the usefulness of such information.” He seemed slightly nervous to address his next point, nonetheless he continued. “Captain, I can't help but be curious about Saami’s condition and how your last job left him in this state?”
 
Adira had merely nodded while he spoke. It would be best if he could recognize the signs in people, perhaps. She was better at hiding it than others, so she would be safe. The last question caught her off-guard and made her raise an eyebrow at him. It seemed only fair that he know now.... And maybe letting him know some of it would help Saami. She just had to be careful not to give away more than she had a right to. "To my understanding, it actually wasn't the last job. He had problems before he came under my command. Not that we knew, after all, that was back when INANES weren't known to be able to even independently think. But, in honesty, the last job, though we both enjoyed it, was the type that would leave some trauma in anyone's head if they're new to it. However, it was more likely the bombing that damaged him, or rather, piled onto the damage of before. That'd not something to easily walk away from - especially when you've lost your legs." She tried to explain it in a way that made Saami seem more normal, not exceptional, yet also leave herself out of the equation.
 
Keeping a close on Adira, while he spoke, trying his best to read her expression, but Argus had to admit, the captain is hard to read at times. He did notice that she seemed to be thinking a lot, but paid it no mind. Either way, he got the information he requested, at least as much as the captain was willing to share. Leave some trauma in anyone's head… I wonder if that includes you, captain. Something tells me both you and the lieutenant both are keeping your issues hidden. “I see, well for as much trauma and damage that the lieutenant had gone though, he doesn’t seem too bad. I'll make sure to read up on the struggle of trauma, PTSD and emotion repression. That way I can help anyone and everyone who needs it. Whether they admit they need the help or not. Anyway, captain, I should get back to my room. Have a Good morning and again, sorry for waking you.” Argus then makes his way to his bedroom, feeling like he has had enough excitement and stress for today.
 
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Saami had just started this day rather horribly for sure, and as he watched the coffee wash away he tried to focus on the landing he'd have to do that afternoon, it wouldn't be difficult, but it was hard to do anything with shaky hands. He really did hope those would have subsided by the time lunch had rolled around. As for the rest well, he figured that Argus wouldn't treat him as less capable now, and he knew for sure the captain wouldn't. This had just been... a difficult night; and by that logic all his nights were.
A bit exasperated he put his hands in his neck and leant back slightly hoping the semi-warm water could distract him from the moment, which worked somewhat. Maybe he could ask the captain if they'd be able to get good sleeping meds somehow?

3488/12/27 13:34:12

The sound of a key rattling the lock of the front door sounded, and as usual he had to give the door a bit of a shoulder push just to get in. The FFA assigned appartments weren't much, but it would do while the ship was gone for some much needed repairs. Which meant he would have nothing to do for the next few days; Deimos and Para had left, but two newcomers had already taken their places on board the ship. Or would do so the moment it was functional again. But he'd fixed their documents alteady inbetween the two missions they did last week. It felt odd being... free...

At first he'd asked the captain if there was anything to do. Then when the answer was no he'd naturally asked again. After that he'd scoured his memory for the tiniest tidbits of improvements he could make. Checked the documents. Checked them again. Calculated all the motions of all the entities in this solar system just for fun. Then wondered what he could use the money he personally got for, and came to the conclusion that maybe he really did need a hobby. Besides math that was.
And now he had bought some games to keep him entertained. Mostly a cheap, older system. One that didn't even come with holographic built-in displays or immersement technology. But it would keep him entertained.

The prospect of playing games however got broken by this weird... sense. If he'd been more human and less digital he'd have called it an intuition, but the fact was that his mind showed something sensory was off. He just couldn't place what. Soft sounds, not human, not Verglas mice either as those were very plump and had a distinct sound. Putting his bag down near the door, his fingers slipped at the combat knife secured on his side, clicking it up but not quite out yet. Then he cautiously moved through the short hall to look toward the living room, which wasn't that large, but just big enough to not be seen entirely from his position. When he took a peek around the corner, a flash of someone with white hair standing on a chair looking into his cabinets quite intently appeared.

"You don't have anything nice to eat! Where are is all the food?"
A bit flabbergasted Sam just clicked his knife back in and stared, although Amy apparently didn't need to look back at him to know he was there. Maybe she was just talking as she had heard the door open. Which left him with one burning question.
"How the hell did you get in here?! This is the fourth floor!" Incredulously Sam just stared at the one window in the apartment, knowing for sure the front door was the only way to get in.

3488/12/27 16:47:56
"Yes, I know... I mean I don't know but she was just there and then the cops came too and... goddammit... just come over here please... I swear I didn't punch someone again. And last time I didn't mean to either but... well I did mean it but he called it and... I didn't do anything this time!" If convincing Adira that he hadn't been arrested for anything major wasn't difficult enough, the handcuffs and the cops glaring at him gave him a hard enough time anyway. Especially because he didn't like being restrained, and atm he seemed unusually nervous and panicky for his doing: unfocused, jumpy and apparently unable to control his breath enough. He wasn't hyperventilating, but he didn't seem to be able to breathe in one pattern and then stay at that. Right now he really wanted to go home, and he needed the captain to come tell the special ops that he hadn't in fact planned on kidnapping Amy. Then hopefully he wouldn't get swatted anytime soon again...
 
Adira had spent the free time until that point looking into the new crewmen off-the-record, and ignoring most attempts at contact from people she once spoke to regularly. Ever since after the bombing she hadn't spoken to them much, which some would see as a good thing. The one call she did pick up, however, was from Saami, and he was in a complete panic. To be honest, it was giving her a terrible headache. Why had she even gotten out of bed...? She had been out getting some equipment for keeping her pistol in perfect condition. Recently she had noticed it didn't work as well as it once had - likely, of course, due to her using it far less than before.

Patiently she listened to him, and to a passerby her conversation sounded rather repetitive. "Saami... Saami.... SAM! I'm on my way, just calm down, please. I believe you, just... tell me when I get there." She snapped her communicator shut and sighed heavily. Why was Saami always in some kind of trouble...?
 
"Okay I'll tell you... Captain? Hello? Eh... I think she's coming guys so ehm, you can take these off right?" Somewhat hopefully he'd held up his shackled hands, but instead he was just pushed at the shoulder back toward a cell.
"Okay... I get it... that actually hurts so stop f,- just stop pushing... okay, I'm moving!" He'd learnt from last time, this time he wasn't going to insult cops, but he still appeared to be rather iffy about it all. If he hadn't been doing his absolute best then he'd probably have to be dragged out yelling swears left and right. But now he was just panicky, and if he didn't work with them he'd only be wearing the handcuffs far longer. And unlike a certain alien he'd once known, he didn't find them fashionable at all.

When he got put back in the cell, he just slumped down waiting for the moment he'd be out. Yet he knew exactly how long it'd take as Adira had to take some form of regulated transport; which meant she could only be there as fast as that went. In this waiting he just tried avoiding the memory of why he was so afraid of being tied up... thoughts of experiments and 'fixes' prowling on his psyche and the last thing he wanted was acknowledging those too. Fucking handcuffs, just get here already and get... me... OUT.
In a bout of rather sudden but very satisfying rage, Saami slammed the side of the handcuffs into the wall next to him. Which left him with a bruise and a bit of relief. Enough to acknowledge that in reality this situation wasn't anyone's fault and it would be alright, but that didn't mean that at that moment he didn't utterly hate it.

"Psst. Sammy!" Looking up, he saw two golden eyes look through the glass part of the door; which was too high for her to reach simply by standing. At least wondering how she was holding herself up was a distraction in itself.
"What do you want Amy?" It sounded rather angry, even if he'd never mean it like that toward her.
"I'm just wondering that when we get out of here maybe we could... play games? But I promise I'll ask dad and won't run away first."
"You ran away first now, didn't you?"
"Oh yeah, but I mean then! Okay? Will you promise?"
"If I'm not going to jail then sure?"
"I'll ask dad if he wi,-"
"Dammit Amy, get off of there!" Sam could only imagine the scene playing out on the other end of the door as Amy got grabbed off of it. Raising his shackled hands in a quick goodbye before the golden eyes got replaced with rushed shadows. Through the door he could hear Amy getting a rather stern talking to by someone who sounded like they too knew that didn't work. Which made him chuckle to himself realising that at least he wasn't the only one troubled by her. Although he did wonder how many of the rest ended up getting tackled by police officers...
 
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Adira had to wait on the public transportation, which did nothing to ease her headache. Those civilians on the transport who saw her seemed a touch unsettled by her openly carrying a firearm. She did her best to pretend not to notice. How could she blame them, anyway? The way things were? For all they knew, she could have been IR, hunting FFA, or worse, planning some kind of show of power. All she could think on that transport was how much she preferred the freedom allowed with private transportation. Not that she needed it like she used to. Now most of what she did was legal. It wasn't worth the trouble anymore. For some reason, being stuffed in a transport with people made her crave some alcohol - not the synthetic kind that didn't give a hangover, either, but the kind that could make her blackout drunk. But that would be silly and pointless.

Upon arrival at the security station where Saami was, Adira was relieved of her weaponry. Upon showing her identification, one or two of the security men seemed uncomfortavle, especially when she looked them in the eye. As long as she could get Saami out of the mess he was in, it would be fine. It wasn't long before she was brought to Saami's cell. "Hello Saami. Have you behaved yourself while you've been here?"
 
Saami had grumbled something under his breath, the only words of which were understandably went along the lines of 'fucking police should be glad I did...', after which he said a bit louder. "Just get me out of here, I don't think you want to see how nicely I behave after another three hours of this bullshit."
Before Adira could react to (an admittedly rather upset) Sam, another voice resounded through the hallway of the holding cells.
"Miss Rik, glad you could make it. I, and the police, would like to speak you for a short moment in the offices please. No worries, I'm sure Sam will be fine... they did check him rather ehm... extensively for anything dangerous. It seems like my dear Amanda caused quite the misunderstanding." The man whom belonged to the voice was holding the hand of a rather pouty Amy, who seemed to have gotten a stern talking to, and the only means of assuring she didn't run off again was for her dad to just hold her hand continuously. Although at the dear Amanda part he did give a rather stern look towards the girl. Once he had finished addressing Adira, he took a step toward the holding cell to talk to Saami.
"I'm awfully sorry for the trouble my boy, but I hope you can understand our position too; the police don't take kindly to alleged kidnapping claims. They want to make sure it is completely false before setting you free. No worries though, now Captain Rik is here I'm sure you'll be out soon."
Saami just nodded in compliance, knowing there wasn't much he could do otherwise than to sit there. Although again he seemed to mumble something in a rather agitated manner the moment Amy's dad had gone.

"Now Captain, if you would please follow us, the sooner we can get your pilot out of his confinement. He doesn't seem to do well in it does he?"

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Adira watched the exchange and went with Amy's father to the offices. The whole time, she simply watched him, gauging his reactions, words, movements. He seemed fairly level-headed. Evidently he was someone important if he was allowed to act as Amy's father. To be honest, though, she didn't care who he was, all she cared about was getting Saami out of confinement. If that meant playing his little game of diplomacy, she would. "You're right, he does poorly in confinement. But I would bet that Amanda does as well, and any of the other INANES children that were rescued. I'm sure you could understand why."
 
"Amanda doesn't quite mind small rooms that much as far as we know, right dear? Although I would not like to find out if it is different with being in handcuffs. As for the other INANES they don't seem to quite mind... anything. They faithfully confirm everything we knew about INANES, although this doesn't mean we treat them that way. Then again I understand your point, and I think there are many people too that wouldn't like it. Anyhow, you're not here to discuss such things with me, you're here to get him out of there, a reasonable thing to do for a captain." As they walked through the halls, Amy's dad fell silent for a while, then continued his talk. "My one question is then... why do you, and Amy, trust him so much. Any other that would look at him would see him as a delinquent teen, tragic for sure, but regardless most wouldn't trust him. He has blood on his hands... in fact he was precisely made with the task of assassinations and the most effective way to do so... yet Amy is very adamant on describing him as nice, isn't that true dear."
"Yes, I say it because it's true, right Adira? Sam really is nice." Amy seemed unusually adamant on it, looking toward the captain hoping on support in this matter.
"I know he didn't kidnap Amy, but I'd very much like to have your take on the matter. If we end up with the first INANES that can feel being prone to hurting people then it'll nullify part of this crusade. Can I trust he won't?"
 
Adira merely looked at the man for a few silent moments. The irony of his fearing Saami as untrustworthy but speaking easily with her was not lost to her. She wanted to tell him that he was wrong, to go into a rage, tell him that if he could just assume that then he was not even fit to care for Amy. But she didn't. When she was a new Captain she had been excluded from most official meetings; they said that she couldn't keep her temper in check, that she was too outspoken. How proud they would be of her now.

"Sir. No offense meant, but you don't know Saami. I do. And let me tell you, if anyone hates death, it's him. All those assassinations he was forced to do? He can't let them go. Even though they weren't his fault, they haunt him. Guy's got a heart of gold, but when you're manipulated and abused like him? You're not gonna trust anyone. Again, no offense, but he's especially not going to let his walls down for someone official. I trust him with my life. He's already saved it once, after all."
 
"No offense taken, that's why I asked you in the first place Captain. It seems you merely confirmed what was already suspected. If you would testify against the police that he had no opportunity or intent to take Amanda, I think we have enough to get him out of his cell. The police will have to do some paperwork first though, before they can let him go. So I'd like to take that waiting time to discuss a few more intricacies about the crew with you. Just to finalise the intake into FFA, and for me to have the situation clear and proper."
It wasn't a question, so much as something that was expected. However, Amy's father seemed not negative or threatening in this request, just genuinely interested in finding out what exactly it was one of his crews would be up to.

3488/12/27 18:04:17

"Thanks for getting me out." It was the first thing Saami had said since he'd been let out of the cell, with all the charges dropped. In between being let out and going home though, Amy's dad had asked to speak to him for a while. And a while had turned into quite a while, but whatever had been discussed had apparently calmed him down some too. At this point in time he wasn't violent, rude of otherwise acting out. Instead he had pulled his legs up and folded his arms over them, apparently thinking of things and trying to get everything sorted again so he could continue functioning. "You know... at least now I know that Amy hasn't forgotten me." As he spoke he had this strange, quasi trembling tone to his voice, as if he was trying nearly too hard to sound calm. "Her dad said that she's probably going to try again anyway... so he's letting me see her every now and then... so I won't get charged with kidnapping again." Again he laid back down his head for a moment, staring off in front of him trying way too hard to make sure his next sentence would make sense. "Whatever you said must've worked." Deciding he'd said what he had wanted to say, he just laid his forehead down on his arms closing his eyes, waiting for whenever the moment came they'd reach the stop that'd get him home.
 
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