C.DEX
Art Fart
"I don't think that any of us are arguing with you, there." Dayle said, solemnly. "The kid's existence is puttin' people in danger, and even if he wanted to retire to a hodunk planet in the middle of nowhere, it don't change what he did." She bowed her head, looking to the floor of the van that had been transporting them back, thinking. Her hand idly thumbed at the end of her augment, and for a moment, she briefly wished that she didn't have to deal with all of this. That the Universe was better. But that wasn't the case.
Billions of lives had just boiled to death in the ocean.
"I'm working on it." Imille said, impatiently. A welder's helmet was affixed to the top of her head as she lounged lazily in the co-Captain's chair. The woman was frazzled beyond belief, having to take care of the newly injured Casar, fashion a new augment, and ensure (though it certainly wasn't in her field) that the ship wasn't going to spring a leak and suffocate them all to death, all while nursing a pretty heavy case of emotional turmoil. She hadn't seen Nyx, apart from when the Calivarian woman dragged herself up to drink or eat.
"I'm not rushing you, but also my arm doesn't work." Casar said, standing against the panel. "I just thought it would be done before we had to go to Vetka."
"Jesus, how easy do you think this is?!" Imille argued back, lifting up from her seat slightly. "I'm... burnt out." She said, pulling her hand from her lap to press it against her face. "Nyx is just ... shutting herself in her room and drinking. I... I don't know what to say to her. I'm scared, I'm burnt out, I have to deal with you, and you're just acting like... like everything is okay! Do you understand what happened, Cas?! Nisela is fucking GONE! We're running on half a ship, you have a limp arm, everything we did there - doesn't even matter!" She exclaimed, overwhelmed completely. Her hands pressed to her eyes, shielding the waterworks from starting again.
The mage slowly sat down to the floor, ungracefully as to his current condition. He looked down too, unsure of how exactly to express his own grief for the situation. In all actuality, he liked Nyx. He liked Nisela, even. But that particular emotion was one that he had no trouble hiding, after years upon years of loss, experimentation, and torture. "I'm... sorry. I figured getting back to it would make it easier. I ... don't know what to do about her, either... But, I know the feeling of - maybe, maybe I don't." He deliberated. "I can talk to her."
"Do what you want." Imille said, wiping frustrated, angry-tears from her eyes. "Jagar, can you raise the shutters? Aren't we supposed to be there already?" She asked the now-conscious Vekht.
Billions of lives had just boiled to death in the ocean.
End Scene 7: Bad News Travels Fast
"I'm working on it." Imille said, impatiently. A welder's helmet was affixed to the top of her head as she lounged lazily in the co-Captain's chair. The woman was frazzled beyond belief, having to take care of the newly injured Casar, fashion a new augment, and ensure (though it certainly wasn't in her field) that the ship wasn't going to spring a leak and suffocate them all to death, all while nursing a pretty heavy case of emotional turmoil. She hadn't seen Nyx, apart from when the Calivarian woman dragged herself up to drink or eat.
"I'm not rushing you, but also my arm doesn't work." Casar said, standing against the panel. "I just thought it would be done before we had to go to Vetka."
"Jesus, how easy do you think this is?!" Imille argued back, lifting up from her seat slightly. "I'm... burnt out." She said, pulling her hand from her lap to press it against her face. "Nyx is just ... shutting herself in her room and drinking. I... I don't know what to say to her. I'm scared, I'm burnt out, I have to deal with you, and you're just acting like... like everything is okay! Do you understand what happened, Cas?! Nisela is fucking GONE! We're running on half a ship, you have a limp arm, everything we did there - doesn't even matter!" She exclaimed, overwhelmed completely. Her hands pressed to her eyes, shielding the waterworks from starting again.
The mage slowly sat down to the floor, ungracefully as to his current condition. He looked down too, unsure of how exactly to express his own grief for the situation. In all actuality, he liked Nyx. He liked Nisela, even. But that particular emotion was one that he had no trouble hiding, after years upon years of loss, experimentation, and torture. "I'm... sorry. I figured getting back to it would make it easier. I ... don't know what to do about her, either... But, I know the feeling of - maybe, maybe I don't." He deliberated. "I can talk to her."
"Do what you want." Imille said, wiping frustrated, angry-tears from her eyes. "Jagar, can you raise the shutters? Aren't we supposed to be there already?" She asked the now-conscious Vekht.