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Eon was comforted by the purring of the engines, but her heart was pounding. She was nervous. She was trying not to freak out. All she could think about was that Et Slavos was attacking them. Do they know I am on this ship? Are they after me? They could be going after Meg and or Banshee as well. They did say Et Slavos used them. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Hellfire’s voice. Battestations? Well that is useful since I obviously know mine. Eon slowly followed Meg, avoiding people rushing about. She finally stopped in the bay, so she could watch and listen.
“Et Slavos…” she cursed and took a step forward. She roamed through her mental catalog as she did her best to pinpoint the model and make of the ship. Meg distracted her when she mentioned a rudder. Slowly Eon took a few steps forwarded. She froze when Meg’s attention came to her. Eon slowly blinked when Meg got her name wrong at first. She was a bit offended but pressed her lips together instead of speaking. Eon remembered the times she never got along with her old captain. She shifted her weight and crossed her arms as she stayed still.
“People often don’t know what they need. They just know what they want. They often need someone else to show them what they need,” she said after everyone stopped speaking. Slowly she stepped closer to Hellfire. She did stay a few feet away in case she sparked with flames. Eon realized the words she spoke later and just looked out to space.
“Also, I’d suggest attacking the nearest ship and then making your escape. If you hit either of these ships just under their left rocket, they won’t be able to pursue without consequences and or for long. Either way, they’d be forced to stop. The other ship would be obliged to, even if not damaged, they’re usually told to hold back for reinforcements if one ship is down,” she added.
The last thing she’d do was leave to her bunk while Et Slavos was nearby. She shifted her weight and tightened her crossed arms. She’d rather know as soon as possible if they were going to be captured, killed, or needed to make an escape. Eon would need to know so she could make plans. She turned slightly away from Hellfire. Eon doubted she’d attack while they were deep in shit.
“Et Slavos…” she cursed and took a step forward. She roamed through her mental catalog as she did her best to pinpoint the model and make of the ship. Meg distracted her when she mentioned a rudder. Slowly Eon took a few steps forwarded. She froze when Meg’s attention came to her. Eon slowly blinked when Meg got her name wrong at first. She was a bit offended but pressed her lips together instead of speaking. Eon remembered the times she never got along with her old captain. She shifted her weight and crossed her arms as she stayed still.
“People often don’t know what they need. They just know what they want. They often need someone else to show them what they need,” she said after everyone stopped speaking. Slowly she stepped closer to Hellfire. She did stay a few feet away in case she sparked with flames. Eon realized the words she spoke later and just looked out to space.
“Also, I’d suggest attacking the nearest ship and then making your escape. If you hit either of these ships just under their left rocket, they won’t be able to pursue without consequences and or for long. Either way, they’d be forced to stop. The other ship would be obliged to, even if not damaged, they’re usually told to hold back for reinforcements if one ship is down,” she added.
The last thing she’d do was leave to her bunk while Et Slavos was nearby. She shifted her weight and tightened her crossed arms. She’d rather know as soon as possible if they were going to be captured, killed, or needed to make an escape. Eon would need to know so she could make plans. She turned slightly away from Hellfire. Eon doubted she’d attack while they were deep in shit.