Among the Stars - Main thread

Lydia's dampened spirits were now squashed and overtaken by possible ideas and speculative thinking; how much good (or even mediocre) medical supplies could be found by searching around pharmacies in the city, how quickly that could be done, how expensive it could be, if she could use her own money without breaking into the ship funds. Or would the FFA grant them more supplies upon request? The latter was less hopeful, the fact that they had allowed this ship and crew some of the weaponry she had smuggled but none of the meager medical equipment implied that their soldiers were better armed than their doctors were supplied. Not a good thing to be. 


'Sure. Depending on the situation I might take up the occupation of dumpster-diving,' Spoken sarcastically, of course. With that Lydia reentered the ship, throwing a sideways glance at Para and the place the lieutenant had disappeared from. Hopefully Saami didn't get himself shot or blown up (again) at any point, since he seemed like he'd do all he could to avoid her. 


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"Get some diving gear then, because the situation is bad." He showed her the infirmary. While it was much more organized than when he first stepped into the ship, the contents were more or less the same. Less, actually, since he had decided to throw some of the meds that would have done more harm than good. "I want to think there's some meds in those crates out there, but since I haven't been informed I doubt it." He, of course, didn't know that the crates were filled with the polar opposite of medicine. Probably wouldn't be too happy once he figured it out. "What's your specialization anyways? I haven't been told anything aside from the fact that you're 'the other doctor'." If he was going to be working with her for however long he stayed in the ship, he might as well know what he would have at his disposal.
 
Lydia stared at the pathetic supply of medicine and medical equipment with a solemn expression. There was no jokingly positive quip to make the situation less pitiful now that she actually knew how well-- or how badly, really-- the ship was supplied.


'Well, this isn't good,' She stated the obvious in a mumble, 'And there aren't any incoming supplies, unfortunately. At least a good deal of this crew has prosthetics...' She wouldn't be able to make another trip to the city before they took off on who-knew-what mission, though, for the sake of time. Lydia had to remind herself that at least these missions weren't consistently garuanteed to be exploring planets full of creatures with a strong desire to kill them. 


'I'm biochemical and medical department of things, in both lab and field.'


And with all honesty, she didn't blame Adira or Saami for not filling Deimos in further for the sake of simply not talking about her. Lydia was well aware that neither the captain nor the lutenient were very fond of her.


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Argus Stein​



Argus was deep in sleep when he jolted up from the sound of his alarm. It was that god-awful beeping sound that disturbed his joyful sleep. He opened his heavy eyes with a sigh and sat up in his bed. “Another sleep deprived day. That means I have to file a report.” He tried to rub the sleep out of his eye. He stretched out his arm as he got out of bed. “Ok, just a bit of coffee and then I'll be ready to get to work.” He walked to his bathroom to get ready for the day. He brushed his teeth and washed his face. He was now a little more awake. Then he looked at the medication he had to take: It was to help numb of his spine and to calm the neurons in his spine from firing so rapidly.


Once he had his coffee in hand, he went to finish a trade report for his current crew. As he was typing up the last bit of the report he received a message. “I'm sure this is to tell me I reassigned. I guess I should have seen this coming since I was the only one of the team to not know their new crew.” He checked the message and saw that he was being reassigned to another group on the bathtub. He had a slight frown on his face. “I saw this coming, but it still sucks to say bye to everyone.” He was excited about meeting new people, but he was also a little sad about leaving his team and friends behind. Either way there was no use getting so worked up about it. He finished typing up the report and sent it in.  Argus had to prepare to leave. Everyone else had their reassignment before the mission. It looked like he couldn't pretend like this wasn't happening.


Argus then began to get everything in order so he could make it to the bathtub on time. He packed up clothes, toiletries and some personal items. “Alright, I think I got everything I need. I wonder if I have enough time to look up some information on my new team.” He looked at the clock and tried to figure out if he had time. He figured he better be safe and just go straight to the ship and try to make a good first impression. Argus grabbed all his bags and made his way to The Bathtub. He tried to jog a little to make it there fast. That was when he felt a slight twitch in his back and then let out a groan. “Damnit!” he had to slow down and catch his breath. Looking weak wasn’t the first impression he wanted to make. He took a deep breath and continued to the ship at a slower and easy pace.
 
Adira woke to a quiet beeping from her tablet. She had slept in, but that was okay, Saami could take charge. With a quiet grown, the Captain sat up in her bed and grabbed her tablet. Ah, they had officially reassigned someone for the bathtub. That reminded her that they needed to give the ship a semi-proper name, though that was not top on the list of priorities.She needed to meet the new crewman. Getting up, cleaned, and dressed took a matter of moments, and immediately after, she left with her tablet in hand and her communicator in her pocket. 
 


As she walked, she saw Saami laying on the ground and doing something with a panel, but seeing as how he didn't generally mess with anything that didn't need messing with, she didn't say anything and just continued outside. She nodded to Para as she walked down along the docks, reading over the profile of the new recruit as she moved. The provided profile seemed interesting, and as she read, she walked right past a man carrying a few bags, then paused and scrolled back on the profile she was reading. Well, what did you know?


Pivoting on her heel, Adira called out, "Argus Stein, are you looking for something?" A roguish grin was on her face as she waited for him to realize who she was. If he had any information on his crew, he ought to know.
 
            Argus was enjoying his morning commute, despite knowing that the stress of handling bags would cause his injury to inflame back up. He was more worried with that fact he had very little information about this new team. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to copy or research detailed information about them. All he had was the basic information from the message he received.  He knew he had a female captain named Adira Rik. He was also given a profile photo along with basic information. I wonder what kind of captain she is?



That’s when he heard someone call out to him. "Argus Stein, are you looking for something?" Argus turned his attention to the young women that spoke to him. The first thing that he noticed was her beautiful eyes. Luckily Argus regained his composure in time to realize she was his new captain. recognizing her from the profile photo that was attached with the reassignment message.


“Hello ma’am.” Argus said, giving her a warm, friendly smile. “As you stated before I am Argus Stein and I have recently been reassigned to your ship. I can tell you’re Captain Rik from the information I received. Anyway, I'm honored to be a part of your crew and hope to do everything I can to aid in the success of our missions.” Argus said with such an easy, fluid tone. He articulated every word and accented them so that he came off as honest and real. He was excited to meet the rest of the crew and see the ship. He waited patiently to see what the captain’s next move was.
 
Always quick to judge, though never harshly, and never one to act on her pejudice, Adira found Argus to seem rather... pleasant. He didn't seem to have mental issues, or be trying to impress someone who wasn't there, or hold a grudge, so he was in a better mental state than some of the rest of her newer recruits, two of which she'd already dropped off at the dock and gotten rid of. Argus also didn't have a military background, which came with advantages and drawbacks. He'd be harder to get records on, but that could go either way, depending on which side of the fight needed his information.


From what Adira had gotten the time to read, Argus was to be a communications specialist, and not much use in battle - he was injured permanently. However, his communications record looked solid - he knew what he was doing. Of course, this was a dual-edged blade - communications experts were fantastic at manipulating words or tone just enough to manipulate people. However, Argus seemed... nice. 


All of these judgments passed in a second and Adira smiled in response, since she couldn't shake Argus's hand. "Well, we're happy to have you on the crew, Argus. You'll meet my second-in-command once we're to the ship, and the rest of the crew whenever they decide to stop by, they're free to come and go as they please while we're docked. Would you like me to help you with your bags?"  Adira acted like she was just offering because she was nice, but she knew that Argus had the spinal injury, and didn't want to offend him by offering to help.
 
Of course he'd promised to return to Para and help but, how much help could he really be? Para'd seemed to be fine on his own, and Saami figured he might be more helpful making lunch. Or rather that he didn't feel like carrying crates anymore and this was his excuse to go do something he did like. Once all the guns had been hid in the panels of the ship he had made his way over to the kitchen, if you could call it that really. Luckily he still had a full stock, and though at first he'd been very rigorous in rationing it hadn't taken very long for him to get a bit more liberal with foods; sweet things had especially gotten his attention. Maybe it was a bit of rebellion against never being able to eat much sugar, or maybe he was just actually hungry considering he didn't have that much weight to spare to begin with. Either way he'd settled on making pancakes that particular morning. He hadn't asked on who'd want them, but more or less figured that the smell would draw some in, and that they'd be taken from the fridge later anyway.


Having taken all his ingredients from the pantry, he started making the batter. While doing so he was surprisingly neat, measuring all his ingredients precisely and despite the little space he had things never got cluttered. One could see he actually took some joy out of this, and perhaps he got a little too focused on doing it perfect which made him forget most of his surroundings. Even the tiny kitchen or barely adequate (if not inadequate altogether) equipment didn't get him worked up as much as he would have with anything else. In the end he seemed glad to be there despite it all, maybe even happy simply to bake pancakes. 
 
“Thank you for the warm greeting Captain.” Argus assumed that Adira had his record and that she knew about his injury. He understood she wasn’t trying to offend him, but just trying to ease his discomfort. “I wouldn’t mind a little help before any pain starts to set in. I'm sure you already know that I have a spinal injury so don’t worry about offending me or hurting my feelings.” Argus set down a couple of the bags down so that Adira could help him before he began to make his way towards the ship.


 


He also was curious about the crew and what assets they would bring to the ship. “I don’t know if you have been informed yet, but I am a communication specialist, with experience in business. If you need to know anything about my background, just ask and I’ll tell you.” Argus spoke in a very professional matter and left no room to question his intentions. He wanted the captain to know his abilities and history were completely at her disposal. “Anyway, before I get on the ship is there anything I should know?” Argus wanted to see how his new captain introduced The rest of the crew before he meets them. She could give insight on any quirks that he need to know about. 


 


At the same time, he was making a mental list of everything he had to do when he got on the ship. Firstly, he needed to settle into his room and meet the rest of the crew. Furthermore, he had to take a dose of new medication soon. Then he'd have to check the ships finances and log reports, and lastly he had to take inventory of everything on the ship. He had a lot to do. He was already tired from just listing off his to-do list. He looked at the captain and smiled. She seems like she is a very nice captain. She knew who I was right away and she seemed to care about my physical well-being. I would say if the crew is anything like her… I won’t mind being transferred.
 
As Adira had figured, the communications specialist was very good at reading people. She picked up the bags he set down and resumed walking toward the ship with him. What would he need to know? She chuckled a bit and said,  "Hm. Well, our second-in-command is not as much of an asshole as he pretends to be. The biologist is of questionable sanity. And most of us have military backgrounds of some kind. I'm very glad you have business background, though. This ship is kept on a tight budget and I don't always get time to check over every bit of the finances. And I'm not the best with business anyway, if we're honest."


In the walk back,  Adira began limping slightly as her patched leg started to ache a bit. Cold weather seemed to do that. Did Argus know about the explosion? He didn't seem to. Perhaps that was for the best.  The fact that he had business experience, though, meant a lot to her, because that was just another load off of her shoulders. And he seemed very nice, which was a plus, especially should they need to negotiate. Hopefully, they wouldn't need to negotiate anything aboard their own ship,  though....
 
Argus noticed how the captain began to have a slight limp to her walk. He figured it would be best to not comment on it. He knew something could be touchy subjects. “Well they all sound lovely. I’m sure they aren’t that bad. Considering you kept them on as crew members.” He could tell she was joking but at the same time she had some truth laced in her voice. “But from now on you won’t have to worry about finances. Just leave that to me. I'll take full responsibility for the ships budget and making sure we have everything in order.” Argus then heard his stomach beginning to growl and a slight blush appeared on his face. “Sorry about that I was in such a rush to get everything this morning I forgot to make breakfast. All I had was some coffee.”



 



That is when they arrived at the ship and Argus let out a sigh of relief. He was both hungry and tired of carrying the bag. “Thank you for meeting me captain. I appreciate the help with the bags as well. If you don’t mind pointing me to my room so I can put anyway my belongs?” As soon as he'd get the chance Argus will be heading straight for the kitchen. “Also if you don’t mind could you get me the directions to the kitchen? As I stated before I still haven’t had much to eat. Then after I would love for a tour of the ship."
 
Adira chuckled quietly at Argus's blushing and said, "Thank you for taking finances off of my hands. It'll make everything run much more smoothly. I'll guide you to your room, then to the kitchen, and I can arrange a tour later." Still carrying the bags he'd given her, Adira guided Argus to the crew's quarters where he was to stay. On the way, she pointed out the Captain's quarters. "If you ever have a problem and need to see me, that's my room, feel free to stop in any time. The med bay is that way, and the Doctor's quarters are over there too. Deimos is grumpy, but he'll patch ya up. Oh, and for the most part, we're very informal, so we go by first names unless we need to look good in front of people. As for me, you'll hear me called, 'Cap,' 'Captain,' 'Adira,' 'that bitch,' take your pick." She chuckled again as they reached Argus's quarters, and she gave him his keycard. Once Argus had gotten into his room and they'd set down his bags, Adira led him to the kitchen, where she was surprised to find Saami cooking, and not just for himself, he was making an awful lot of food. It made her wonder when she'd last eaten. It hadn't been any time recently, that was for sure....


Happy to see Saami for once not angsty, she smiled, and said pleasantly, "Saami, meet Argus. Argus, this is our second-in-command. Saami, Argus is our communications and finances expert. Treat him nicely." The last part was added as a joke and nothing more, and she even laughed a bit. That day she'd been laughing an awful lot, actually. Maybe it was just meant to be a good day.
 
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Saami'd heard the captain and the newcomer approach, even while making pancakes. These walls really are too fucking thin. He'd known about someone new being added, but hadn't expected them to come in that quick, yet it couldn't really be anyone else; the only one with a similarly distinct walking pattern was the captain. It'd grabbed his attention that it was a bit off, even if slightly so, and thus he'd focused on it more than he otherwise would. When they entered the door Saami turned half-around to face them, still making his pancakes but he didn't really need to look to be able to flip it a few times while listening.


At the semi-serious command of treating the new guy nicely Saami just shrugged. "Pinky can have a pancake if he asks politely, is that nice enough?" Despite his quite deadpan and uncaring delivery he was making a joke in return. Right now though he was having a few more important things on his mind, namely wondering if he had enough pancakes for everyone now, and how to make sure Adira actually ate her share. She seemed happy, and that was about as uncommon as him being happy nowadays. So while they both were it he could at least try to coax her into eating, seeing as she was getting awfully thin lately. "Captain, would you like a pancake too? I also believe there's still one pear left in the pantry from last round, it's still good now. Might not be tomorrow." Mid sentence he flipped the latest pancake on the plate next to him, where a quite impressive stack was already sitting. "Condiments are in the pantry too by the by. They're not great though." The latter was aimed at Pinky, considering Saami'd been able to hear his stomach growl through the walls without too many problems. He just hoped the guys stomach wouldn't get more upset by 'tastes like apples' synthetic... well it wasn't apples nor butter for sure. 
 
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Argus simply nodded as Adria went on to explain where everything was located and about them not being very formal on the ship. Argus had to admit that was something he wasn’t used to. With his old team, they followed formalities all the time. Plus, he was brought up in an important business family, so being respectful and being formal was something ingrained in his blood.  They continued walking until they reached the kitchen. So, this is the second command of the ship. I remember Adira said he wasn’t as big of an asshole as he tries to come off as.


 


Saami didn’t greet him properly, but at least he was offered food. “Well, pinky will gladly ask nicely for food. After all, I am open to negotiation, if it means I get something I want in exchange.” He smiled at the nickname that Saami gave him. He honestly didn’t mind it, considering pink was his favorite color. He added some theatricality to his word “I humbly ask for some of the delicious, nutritious, amazing looking food.” He smiled and gave a slight chuckle. “But for real I would appreciate some food, so may I please have some?” Saami seems different than most people he has met before. For one, he wasn’t sure what was the deal with his outfit. Either way the guy seemed to try to come off as apathetic, but he seemed to care deeply for his captain and crew so it was a strange contrast. “Yes, captain please join me, after all we all need to get to know each other. How else am I going to get you all to trust me? Right Saami.” He looked over at Saami and winked at him. Hearing how he was trying to get the captain to eat so he figured he would try to help.
 
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It was heartening to see Saami getting along with the new recruit, and even more so to see the new recruit actually playing along with Saami. Nicknames were part of the friendly, casual banter, so Adira didn't think of that as an insult, but rather as a good sign. Yet again Argus proved himself intuitive with face-to-face communications, to know that Saami was joking, which made Adira concerned; would he be able to see through her lies? Of course she didn't notice that Saami was trying to coax her to eat or that Argus was helping - she didn't even really notice or care that she had stopped eating, so why would she suspect anything?


At Saami's offer, Adira nearly refused, then hesitated a bit - she did like pears a lot. And perhaps Argus was right - communion, even not in any religious form, was a sign of trust and, honestly, just nice. To not be in silence for a while, to have distractions and company... it was very, very nice. After she walked to the pantry and grabbed the mentioned pear she had paused, then carried the pear with her to a seat at the table next to Argus. "Well I'll have a pancake too, I guess. If we have enough, of course."
 
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"Well, if you're that hungry I can always make more?" Saami joked, glad to see Adira accept his offer, and subsequently making an internal note to always keep a bunch of pears around from next stocking onward. "Leave something for the others though, Cap, I trust you to make sure Pinky doesn't eat all of the pancakes while I go get them." Turning off the stove and leaving the pan to cool down for a bit he stepped beside the two of them, quite eager to show off his cooking although he never worded it that way. Perhaps that was why he didn't actually mind people eating his pancakes, deep inside it actually got him a bit giddy that he'd made something people liked. It did feel nice when something good came out of him, and he didn't need to talk or interact with anyone while cooking, making it a lot easier not to screw up due to anger issues or the impulse to piss people off. Of course he could still always whack his pan on the counter in anger or throw some mushy ingredient at the wall, but in that case it was his problem. Better than throwing a pancake in someone's face.


With a well placed kick a loud thump echoed through the walls of the medical bay. "Yo breakfast's ready!" Now he knew that the captain wasn't going to randomly appear behind him, he very much took advantage of it. Besides, he had very little interest in finding out what those two were doing in there, he didn't like doctors and he absolutely despised Lydia, so he just made sure he'd get out of there as fast as he could again. To him just allowing them to have breakfast was a courtesy on its own already. Now his next target though wouldn't be as lucky, a little twisted smile curling around his lips as he was already imagining the reactions he'd get from Para. Unlike Argus who'd very quickly caught on how to play the game, Para was like a goldmine of frustration the moment anything went wrong. And Saami was in fact very very wrong. Having thought up his plan while making pancakes, he was especially keen going to execute it perfectly.


Taking a different approach Saami'd gone through the effort of sneaking around the ship to the cargo haul, making sure he wasn't seen nor heard. Footsteps dimmed by the layer of snow, there'd be no way the crate moving man had heard him coming, and even less seen considering he had the benefit of natural camouflage. Gathering a few handfuls of snow he calmly made the prime exemplar of a snowball; the perfect projectile for unsuspecting recruits. Soon after the snowball was soaring through the air, aimed and thrown perfectly to make contact with the back of Para's head, getting a chuckle out of Sam when he heard it hit. Enjoying himself far too much he jumped up and pointed at Para still grinning impishly.


"Ha! Got ya Snowface!" Perhaps one could consider it fairly innocent, and honestly with anyone else it probably would've been, but in this case Saami was testing the limits of what did and didn't get Para pissed. The snowball converted into a tool of testing out one's limits, so he could perfect his methods of messing with Para.


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"Shame," said Deimos, turning around and giving a look at the supplies, just in case some magically appeared. He unconsciously rubbed the fingers of his left hand against each other. It wasn't that long ago that people still needed drugs to combat their own bodies rejecting the prosthetics. Wouldn't want to have to deal with that with supplies running this short. "I'm surprised you got the medical files already, I had to wait until I was pretty much on board before they gave them to me." Aside from Saami's and Yalyax's files, there wasn't anything that interesting, and only Saami's contained somewhat sensitive information. It didn't take a genius to realize it was because he was an INANES, sans the interesting neurological meddling.


"I'm a general practitioner, surgery included." Unknown to him was her history with the rest of the crew, but since he hadn't paid much attention to who came and went, so the lack of others talking about her didn't mean anything to him. Before he could continue, though, Saami's banging on the wall and announcement of a late breakfast interrupted him. "Might as well join the others. Staying too long here gets depressing."
 
Argus was glad he had a friendly interaction with the second in command. So far he felt like he has been fitting in just fine. He just hoped the rest of them would be as welcoming. But that Saami guy seems interesting. He seems to care a lot about his captain and crew. Yet I feel like he isn’t all the way there, almost like he is holding himself back. Plus, his outfit is ridiculous and that’s coming from someone with pink hair. I mean he still manages to pull it off, but I just feel like there is more to his story. Argus grabbed two pancakes and placed them on a plate. “So that Saami guy seems interesting. He is rather funny looking, but he didn’t seem like an asshole. Either way he has a lot of respect for you and cares for you a lot captain. That's always a good sign when it comes to a second in command” Argus carefully cut his pancakes into small pieces. He ate a small piece and couldn't help but smile widely “Wow, this is amazing. That guy is a great cook. Maybe he has the wrong position on the ship. I think he should be the ship's cook.” He chuckled at the end of the statement. Argus then looked at Adira and smiled “Alright captain let’s get to know each other. Ask me any question and I’ll answer to the best of my ability and comfort. After all, I’m new and I’m sure you have your doubts about me.” @Dragongal
 
Adira looked up from her plate and at Argus. It was surprising to have someone on board the ship who was so... transparent. Everyone had secrets, everyone had a past, and everyone lied. The Captain was no exception. Which almost made Adira suspicious of him. However, Argus's comment about Saami's looks caught Adira's attention. She smiled slightly and said, "You mean his pale skin and white hair? He's an INANES, that's why. And yeah, he's a good guy. He acts like an asshole but he's just figuring things out."


What could she ask Argus, though? She'd read his medical and history files. What else did she even need to know? "Your family, you had a job through your family. You had a stable job and all and now this.  I read your statement to FFA. Do you hold any grudges against your family?" Especially any that could involve him making risky decisions with her crew. But she had always had a curiosity about other people's families. 
 
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Para had given Saami a curt nod. He understood and whilst the idea of illegal cargo was unsettling, it didn't bother him. Even if it had bothered him, Saami had spoken to him with a degree of professionalism and dare he say, respect and that concept was far more important than the illegal traits. Not that Para had expected that to last, even with the Captains talk, it barely seemed to stand in his nature. But he hadn't wasted much time lingering on that thought, the moment Saami had handed him the tablet he had started packing the crates away in their designated areas. The menial task at least providing a distraction to pass the time, Para only stopped for a brief moment as the Captain had passed by, giving her a smile before returning to the task, pacing back and forth with the crates, double checking they were in the correct area before he'd move on to the next 


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It passed the time, and before he knew it he had managed to clear the piles of crates without the Lieutenants help, which had been promised. His fingers tapping a crate as he'd decided what best to do, either seek out Saami to inform him that the task is completed or just retreat somewhere until the lieutenant or captain made an appearance. Whatever choice he would of chosen was obsolete as moments later a large handful of snow had crashed into the back of his head, Para turned defensively, ready to shout when Saami's voice had fallen on his ears. Snowface. Para had felt his blood almost boil. The captain had asked him to give him another chance and whatever she had said seemed to of had some affect. Yet clearly not. He was now initiating snow fights and giving nicknames. Was this meant to have infuriated him?  [COLOR= rgb(0, 204, 102)]"Snowface? What's that? Don't call me that. You -"[/COLOR] He stops, gritting his teeth and sighing, taking a moment to relax, reminding himself that they were technically off duty and this might have been his weird, irritating way of burying the hatchet or something to that effect. 
 
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This guy's gold. Saami wasn't fazed in the slightest by Para's anger, in fact it just made him grin as it was precisely what he'd aimed for indeed. Quite calm he just watched the man get worked up, pretending to be somewhat disinterested until he could have his say.


"Well, I was going to tell Snowface that he can have pancakes. But if he's gonna be a grump I'm not so sure anymore about that." While talking he didn't so much as glance at Para, simply checking out his nails as if the little bit of flour left under them caused him infinitely more distress than Para being pissed. In fact, it nearly did. "So if you want breakfast you'd best behave." Though he'd made it sound as mean as he could, his little entertained glance revealed he didn't actually plan on withholding Para's pancakes even if fumes were to be coming out of his ears. It had been a reward for pushing those crates hadn't it? He'd make a bad lieutenant if he didn't pay his subordinates after all. Carelessly he passed Para by, simply tapping his shoulder encouragingly and then gesturing he should follow. Whatever the man decided to do after that was his own problem; it'd amuse Saami either way. 
 
Lydia was about to respond to explain that she had been apart of the Lullaby's original crew, but was very suddenly interrupted by the noise of someone's shoe slamming against the outside wall of the medbay. That noise caused the shorter of the two in the medbay to jump like a surprised frog and, more easily missed, for her hand to twitch in the direction of where her pistol would be. In an effort to become less habitually dependent on the weapons, she had left them in her room starting the day previous to nearly losing her glasses. 


As soon as Lydia gathered herself after being scattered by Saami's loud and unpleasant way of informing them of breakfast, she responded to Deimos.


'You're right. Depressing for both a patient or doctor.' When the medbay is painful to see without any wounds to be treated, you are in an undeniably bad place. 


But that was an issue to worry about later,  there was apparently a breakfast with invitations extended to the whole crew. Which hadn't happened often in Lydia's unextensive experince of being a part of a ship's crew, and a shame to pass up. And after a short walk, Lydia and Deimos arrived at kitchen to meet Adira and the newest member of the crew.
 
Argus was shocked to hear Saami was an INANES. He had this very uncomfortable and almost guilt look on his face. “Are you sure he is an INANES? From what I know of INANES they aren’t supposed to act like that. Either way he doesn’t seem like an asshole to me at all.” Argus continued to eat the plate of food in front of him. He was a bit thrown off by the fact that an INANES was on the ship.


That’s when the captain hit a nerve with her question. You could tell there was a slight sadness that entered his expression. Yet he spoke in a professional manner, almost like he had rehearsed the statement a thousand times. “You are correct about me having a job through my family. I was at one point going to be the head of the Stein company, but because of certain events it led me to leave the company and have no contact with my family. I have no feelings towards my family. Most of the time I like to think that they don’t even exist. What I’m trying to say, I try not to think about them so that way I don’t have any feelings about them.” He let out a long sigh and began to sound less rehearsed and you could hear the slight sadness in his voice, “But when I think about it of course I get angry with my family. It would be strange if I didn’t. I would say I’m saddened by what happened, but in no way, will it affect my ability on this team, I can promise you that.”
 
The fact that Argus was so surprised by Saami being an INANES just served as a reminder of how much Saami had changed. And not all of it was for the best, either. Hopefully he would mellow out soon. Boring was better than an asshole. The thought that Saami could have a friend in Argus, though, made Adira want to help Argus get to like Saami. "You're rolling with his jokes, that's why. And he's in an oddly good mood. It's a nice change for once."


As Argus spoke of his family, Adira listened. Like any skilled in socializing, Adira listened not only to his words but the tone of his voice. There was pain there, she was sure of it. At first his voice had a rehearsed coolness to it that contradicted his expression, then the pain entered in. It almost made Adira wonder if families were just another thing to hurt you or get hurt. But she knew that was pessimistic and she needed to avoid that as much as possible. After all, there had been so many good times with the Lullaby family, and though some memories hurt, and all were laced with nostalgic sadness, they were still good memories that she was glad to have. Even though her opinion wasn't asked, she smiled slightly, knowingly, and quietly said, "I'm sure you have some good memories of your family, though. Keep those. Trust me."
 
The man stepped out into the open for the first time in a long time, standing in the ship dock, where he was told he would meet his new teammates. He sat down at a bench, leaning slightly forward and grasping a large black duffel bag with orange stripes in his left hand. He was adorned with his large coat over his shoulders, the light armor was slightly visible underneath, yet only someone knowing what to look for could recognize it, and even then, who would've done something about it. Michael had an air of confidence about his face, a sharp grin streaking across his face, yet, only known to himself, he was shaking with nervousness on the inside. There was the constant questioning of himself and who he was going to be stuck with, having made no friendly relations with anyone since his arrival on the planet, he was hoping that now would be his chance. And yet, he questioned if he would get along with these people, or vice versa, would he be too quiet? Too critical? He kept asking himself these conundrums 


He looked around, not moving his head physically, rather only his eyes, for any sign that someone would be looking for him. Yet there was no success in this and he kept his head up high, hoping that if he couldn't find someone, someone would find him. 
 
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