Main Deck

Ju Min grinned wickedly, most of the crew has started to settle in, Charles had even gotten rid of that helmet. She much preferred being able to see his face. "Why, Agent, The Qi is a civilian vessel. Everyone knows the war is over, so there's no reason for a civilian vessel to have any weapons systems on board." She bat her eyelashes, a very clearly fake look of puritan shock on her face.

"The Qi's much more designed to not get in those situations. She's built for maneuvering and speed, especially when you kick her up to full speed, which very few people will be expecting of a refurb. The number of times I've swung this ship around a planet, moon, or large asteroid and been gone before anyone behind me knows what happened is more than I care to count." She smiled weakly. That had saved her a good number of times, including getting away from Tai Hong and his crew. The real secret was not just to use the gravity to sling-shot around, but to use that moment of surprise to land somewhere. She'd spent nearly a week hiding out on Athens, sending Tai Hong's bugs off on a different ships and rigging up the ship to run to Persephone.

"There are other options though. I'm not dumb enough to fly without at least some offensive capabilities. Was there any particular type of weapon you were concerned about?"

The Qi echoed nicely, so Zasha had caught most of the Captain's speech. Space spiders? Kakogo cherta? Did those really exist? Assuming they did, which seemed the safest method for now, she would keep her guns close. No spiders would be interfering with her engines, and if they did she'd swiftly dispose of them.

Picking up her things again, she went back to the main area and listened as the other crew (or passengers?) questioned the Captain. She wasn't quite sure who was who, yet. Zasha didn't want to interrupt, but her belly was empty--it frequently was--and was demanding sustenance. Best to ask, then, just in case someone was picky about using the facilities. Once everyone else had their questions answered, she inserted her own.

"Do you mind if I put together a stroganov in the dining hall?" She looked around the room, hoping no one was too picky when it came to food. "I can make plenty enough to share, and it should be ready by the time we're off-planet." Usually ships had the supplies for a sort of substituted version of her ma's recipe, and she'd brought a few spices with her to make sure it wasn't bland as many dishes in the Blank became. If she was lucky, while they shared a meal others might start to introduce themselves. She'd rather choose a roommate than get stuck with one, and this was the best way she could think of to figure that out, as well as to pinpoint who she was working with versus who were just passengers.

Ju Min grinned as Zasha stepped up and offered to make food. She was not the best cook and would much rather not be trying to throw together a meal while also getting this ship working. Something she was clearly going to have to work on.

"Zasha, Baobao, you are now my favorite. Stroganoff sounds perfect. I’ll stop by the mess and make sure you’re set up, but holler if you need anything." She smiled again at the girl. Her face quickly going steely as she turned her gaze on Montgomery.

"Ritzu. Monty. If your trigger finger is that fucking itchy, maybe you’d rather be on a warship than a blockade-runner. Charles is on my ship as a passenger, not an Agent. If you have doubts about my judgement on that front then you can take them up with me." Guns were not the sort of thing you wanted people posturing with out in the Black. As tough as the Qi was, a bullet hitting the wrong pipe would at the very least cause problems, at worst it would kill everyone aboard. This sort of shit was not going to be tolerated. As much as she distrusted the agent herself, she wasn’t going to tolerate anyone on this ship questioning her.

Monty quickly clicked the safety on his pistol. Then snapped to attention facing Ju, per his training when being scolded by a superior. "Apologies ma'am. Old habits die hard I guess." Turned to the agent, "No hard feelings purp... I mean buddy." He doesn't like the idea of an agent, current or former, hanging around but if the captain says he stays. Plus to top it off he just made the captains list. Oh well guess I've been on plenty of list before, he thought as he took one more look around. "I'll go clam a bunk then spend some time getting to know Qi."

He left the group grabbing his gear as he headed to the crew cabins. Upon arriving he noticed a guy who had been lying on a bunk with a rifle near him. Monty smiled at the rife and nodded to the gentlemen on the bunk. "Mind if I throw my gear in here, for now at less." As he said this, had moved to a nearby open bunk.

After the minor confrontation, Charles headed off to the crew quarters; the captain had said two people to a room, but he intended to find a room all to himself. He had dealt with all manners of beasts on his travels; perhaps we would be able to confront those secretive "space spiders" and clear away a room down in cargo. For now, though, this so-far empty room would have to do.

He was not a happy man, however; trust was something he required from the crew, and it was the last thing on their minds. They were looking for anything, but a single excuse, to outright lynch him.

His next actions, he mused, would most probably be enough of an excuse to anyone.

He threw his mask onto a nearby bunk and sat down on the hard floor, pulling out his PDA. Tap once. Twice. Once more. Lines of code, some gibberish data to be read by a computer, some for human eyes, infested the screen. He scrolled through it; had to make sure nothing had interfered with the file.

Yes. It was still pure and uncorrupted. Time for a call. Activating the PDA's direct-code input function, he typed in the command he had been given all those weeks ago.

/rsystem runexe ("untrace") sysid obelisk syslock phoenix

And so, an unassuming text box popped up. Unassuming, of course, except for the instructions it was giving him.

Sucking in a breath, Charles scanned over the list before him; this would not be an easy task. The captain was no fool, and questions would be asked once the requested device was brought aboard the Qi from the coordinates he had given her.

But no matter; that bridge would be crossed, and if necessary, burnt, in the future.

Charles closed the PDA and replaced it inside his overcoat; he smelled food.