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Ryker Vondalir

"I could care less about civilians, they're weak, useless. What I care about is strength. If you are weak, you are not worth my time."

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a character in “Within the Veil”, as played by Siryn

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31 || Heterosexual || Navy Pilot





Ryker has a rather powerful appearance. Standing at nearly 6 feet tall, he is a mass of muscle and dominance that commands respect and breathes authority. Dressed always in his black uniform that accentuates his authoritative manner, he is never seen out of it unless he's piloting his fighter craft. The black, crisp jacket that covers the well toned body is sleek in appearance and decorated with medals and bars. Though he's no Commander, he's earned enough to be recognized. Under the hat that he often wears, strands of silvery hair fall across his forehead, the locks cover the tops of his ears, but it's cut in a way that it doesn't ever touch the collar of his shirt or armor. Beneath the silver strands, golden brown eyes peek out with a hint of red to their color. When piloting his craft, he is dressed in heavy leather, plates of armor cover his chest and shoulders. Thick gloves go up mid-forearm. Buckled to his waist always is his high powered hand gun.




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Ryker has built a long standing reputation for his years in service to the Navy. His preferred combat style is hand to hand when not in his craft. All styles of fighting were taught to him when he was younger so he excels in just about anything when it comes to close quarters combat. Ryker prefers not to draw his gun that's sheathed on his hip. Rather, he enjoys fighting his opponents bare handed. In other words, he enjoys toying with them. Wearing out his enemy by letting them think they have the upper hand is a well known trick of his, yet very few have bested him in a fight. Taking on multiple enemies is easy for him due to his training.

When he does draw his gun, it's usually at the point where Ryker is no longer toying with his enemy. He would be angered at that point and will kill without a second thought and with no regard as to whom he may be facing. Ryker rarely draws his weapon, but those that have seen it drawn describe him as turning monstrous in look and speech.

Inside his mecha, Ryker also prefers close quarters combat with the exception of using the machine's guns in sync with his wielding the heavy blade attached to the mecha's right arm. Though his machine is not the fastest, he makes up for it when he gets close to his enemies. Luring them in in a special talent of his as he makes it out that he's the weakest of the group when in fact he is the complete opposite. Ryker fights up close and personal and will stay in close reach of his enemy without darting around. He will fight until there is nothing left of his opponent or until he can no longer operate his own machine.

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Despite the idea that he excels in combat and is very adapt at fighting, Ryker does indeed have many weaknesses that if exploited can take the man down. Distance is his arch nemesis. Any enemy that can keep distance from him and still attack with a long ranged weapon can over power Ryker. He's not the fastest mecha on the battlefield either, so taking a well aimed shot at him could potentially render his machine useless, thus making him vulnerable.

Though he can take multiple attackers both outside his mecha and inside of it, creating a well thought out plan of using both ranged and close combat fighters would devastate Ryker. He would be focused on those he's fighting hand to hand with more so than those that are firing at him from a distance. Though he may use a few of the close combatants as shields, with more than one ranged fighter and positioned just right, taking him out of a fight is rather easy.

In addition to that, Ryker does enjoy toying with his enemy. In light of that, Ryker can sometimes have a little bit too much focus and attention on his victim as he tears them apart bit by bit. This leaves him unaware of anything else around him for the most part. Close combatants wouldn't be able to take him down as the first strike would alert him to their presence. However, ranged fighters would have the advantage. Though they too would get his attention, taking him down would be much easier as he isn't ranged unless he draws his gun (both inside and outside the mecha). Even then with his gun drawn, depending on how far the target is, he can still fall to their attacks.




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It is very well known that Ryker enjoys making others miserable. His fighting reflects his inner demon as well. The way he torments his opponent gives cause to others whispering behind his back, as well as keeping out of arms reach of him. It is well known that he dislikes anyone who loses in a fight. He considers them weak and therefore are not worth his time. It is also well known that he is not a 'Teamwork' kind of man. He prefers doing things on his own. Ryker has also been known to fire at an ally should they be in his way while in his mecha. He's never shot down an ally, but his warning shots are enough to get the point across. After all, he wasn't decorated for his teamwork, but for his prowess in battle.

Also, despite his cold demeanor to many others, Ryker does enjoy the company of women. Preferably strong willed women, not too much as to over power him, but enough to have a mind of their own and are not weak. Of anything that he would possibly protect, it would be a woman of which he's enjoyed the company of. Otherwise, it is true that he'd leave his allies behind with the simple explanation that they weren't strong enough to endure.

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Ryker comes from a rather poor family, despite his acting as though he's been on the top of the food chain all his life. In addition to that, he despises the military, though it does give him a good outlet for his personal problems. Having to do what you're told all the time does in fact anger him, but he's very good at keeping that under wraps. Anything having to do with his history or family will all be taken to his grave without anyone ever finding out, not even the women that he enjoys associating with.




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Ryker's personality leaves much to be desired unless he's conversing with a woman that he's attracted to. He is insulting, cruel, sharp-tongued and blunt. He never sugar coats anything, preferring to watch the mixture of emotions he's sure to get when he does speak. To break bad news to someone is like opening a gift for Ryker. Insensitive on purpose, he does it because he likes to. He could be nice, but he saves that for when he's speaking to someone who deserves it, women. Not just any woman though, strong women. Women who can fight on their own, have a mind of their own, and are appealing to him. They cannot be over powering though, otherwise he will treat them as he does everyone else, cruelly, except that he would never raise his hand against a woman. Only that he would speak to them coldly.

On the battlefield, Ryker has one order. Stay out of his way. He will never save someone's life unless ordered to do so. He never assists anyone on his own unless ordered to do so. Even though ordered, his disdain for doing such an act may cost the individual he's helping. Ryker never raises his voice, though, only speaking in cool, collected tones that send shivers down many spines. He is calculating and always gets revenge where it's needed.

Despite his unwanted mannerisms, Ryker is an asset due to his fighting skills and ability to make on the spot decisions. He's rather smart when it comes to dealing with an enemy and has no problem issuing out his own orders to those fighting on the field. Being in command is something he desires and does very well whether his own Commanders want him to do so or not. Even so, Ryker does follow any orders given to him without outward complaint or questions. He plays the 'perfect soldier' very well, aside from not being a team player.

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Ryker hails from a very poor family. His parents struggled to make ends meet, fought often with each other, and his father often beat his mother. Ryker was witness to such atrocities and gained a hatred for both of his parents. He hated his father because of how he treated his wife, and Ryker hated his mother because of how weak she was. Ryker's father was a horrid man, he drank too much, hated his job and hated his home life. He was cruel to others, he taught Ryker that if he was weak, he would end up just like his mother and father. He was taught that if he didn't become strong he would never make anything of his life and he would forever be in a dump, like the place they lived in.

With that ingrained in his mind, Ryker went off and found someone to teach him how to become stronger. It took a few years and asking many people, but he finally found someone to train him. After that, Ryker went every day during his childhood and learned how to fight, how to become strong in both mind and body. When Ryker was a teenager, close to becoming an adult, he came home to his father drunk and fighting once again with his mother. Ryker found he'd had enough of the man and in the heat of the fight, Ryker was enlightened by how strong he'd become and how he enjoyed his fathers pleas. Of which he didn't listen to, and beat the man unconscious.

His mother, who had turned her incessant screaming on him to stop hurting his father, irritated him to such a degree that he lashed out at her without thinking. Knocking her to the ground, Ryker was brought back from his elevated state of mind and in rage left the house. A short two years later he found himself enlisted with the military and shipped off into the Navy branch where he's served ever since with no intention of leaving. Despite his dislike of the military and it's rigid form, he finds solace in the fighting he's allowed to do.






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So begins...

Ryker Vondalir's Story

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Three months, three weeks, five days; Commodore Fredrick Nash looked at the small calendar displayed holographically in front of him, and surrounding it was several other screens of similar size with various other things. All of them floated about two feet away from his face, all of them controllable using the controls located on the arms of his chair. Looking at the dates for a few more moments, he then hit a button to close down the calendar and bring up a picture of brownish-grey planet in front of him. It showed clouds in its atmosphere, with large bodies of water spread here and there along its surface. It was mostly dominated by large spans of open terrain, with mountains and hills spread out amongst the sands of the deserts that made up much of the planet. The arid terrain stretched from the planets equator, and only ceased when it began to meld into the more frigid poles of the planet.

Koโ€™val, their destination. It was still a few days out, and getting there would only be the start for The Far Reaching Wind and her crew. Not just for them either. He hit another button, bringing up three screen shots of three different vessels. One was a large carrier, which dwarfed a smaller supply vessel that followed alongside it. The Stella Caeltor, the ship that carried the thousands of colonists that were to re-establish the colony located upon the koโ€™val. The smaller vessel near it simply carried a large number of supplies to assist in the endeavor.

The third, which looked very similar to his own ship in design, a military vessel of sorts, floated the Gallarhorn. Its hulls contained the large numbers of Knight Sentinels of the Frontier, the Order sworn to protect those who sought to settle the planets hidden amongst the dark reaches of space. The group of people who were quite unhappy to have Naval support.

Nash hit a few more buttons to close the screens in front of him, now having an unobstructed view of the star filled view screen of the bridge. He wasnโ€™t looking at anything in particular; rather he was just lost in thought. It seemed almost like he was just a statue with how still he sat, wondering himself what was to be expected on Koโ€™val. Something had happened there, something anomalous enough that the Humanitarian Federation wanted more than just the Knight Sentinels to tag along, and so Nashโ€™s carrier had been deployed alongside the re-colonization fleet. In a few days heโ€™d find out what happened though, though he was not entirely sure if he wanted to know.

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The screen displayed several different windows, all of which held all sorts of information for her. Most of the information displayed was that of the planet Ko'val. Separated by two poles of completely opposite weather patterns, the planet was one inhabited. What happened to it, though, remained a mystery to everyone for years. Arina hadn't thought she'd ever get the chance to go see Ko'val, but it seemed that the Federation had different ideas.

It was a good plan, none the less. Ko'val was situated in the right spot to have tactical advantages for spreading out further in the dark reaches of the solar system. Even so, Arina was on edge for some reason. Only a few days out and she was just now getting shivers down her back. She's listened to the tape a few times, the one that held the transmission of the last moments of the citizens of Ko'val. It was scrambled badly, a few words here and there, but the main idea was that something, or someone, had attacked them.

Arina was determined to find out who or what that was.

After going over the information several times in the past few hours, she stretched back in the seat and tapped a button on the desk's clear glass hologram and it all shut down from infront of her. Releasing a sigh, Arina turned in her seat, got up and strode over to the huge bay window that allowed her a nice view of the fleet that followed after her vessel that carried the new colonists for Ko'val. Most notibly was the Naval vessel settled just slightly above hers.

On the other side of the Stella Caeletor was sure to be the Knight Sentinels, following just as closely as The Far Reaching Wind was. Clapsing her hands behind her back, Arina stood there for quite some time, staring out at the two vessels within sight, lost in thought.

Alten skimmed through the information on the tablet held in his hand as he waited for the elevator to reach his destination of the bridge of the Stella Caeletor to speak with Admiral Arina. It was best that they get some information settled, and so she and the other ship captains knew what to expect. He looked up at the display for the elevator, watching it tick by to indicate what floors it was going by, just passing the third level of the ship.

"Alright then, start with previous landing sight, what's there, climate, wildlife, stuff like that. Got it, Alten?" he asked himself as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with his free hand. As the display went from "1" to "Bridge", a small keypad then lit up on the door with a slot for a security key also being illuminated. He pulled his security key from his pocket and slipped it into the slot before he quickly punched in the code. It was a simple measure of security to prevent unwanted access, though Alten wondered why it didn't go through this process before going to the floor. He withdrew the key and replaced it before he stepped out onto the bridge.

He looked around it, looking at some of the pilots and technicians at work in front of terminals of varying size and complexity. He hadn't a clue what half the equipment did, nor how to operate it, but that's why he didn't work it. It always amazed him, strangely, to watch these people work the terminals with immense speed and dexterity, seeming to be able to hit all the keys and buttons with hardly a thought. He smiled slightly when he tohught of his own ability with a keyboard, which was much less impressive. it was why he preferred speech-to-text software, it made his life so much easier.

He spotted the Admiral looking out the large bay window, seeming to be enthralled by the star-filled darkness that was out the view port. It always surprised him when he saw her, considering how young she was. There were some people who never reached a position such as Admiral at any point in there life, and he knew for a fact that Commodore Nash aboard The Far Reaching Wind and Argos Aigidios aboard the Gallarhorn were both men well into there forties and both had an impressive record to show for why they'd be given the positions they had. Yet Alten didn't know too much about Arina, yet clearly she had impressed a number of people within the administration of Exploratores Stellarum.

Patting down his jacket and shirt, mostly out of habit, he walked towards the Admiral, his shoes making a soft thunk with each step on the hard metal beneath his feet. When he was only a few feet behind her, his heels clicked together, his feet moving to the forty-five degree angle that was a part of standing at attention, his free hand closing to a soft fist at his side while he held onto the tablet with his other. He could never break some of his old habits from his Marine days, but they were hardly a burden to him, and if anything they were good habits. "Excuse me Admiral, if I may speak to you." his voice was soft, and he looked at her directly.

So lost in thought, Arina hadn't heard his approach at all until he's spoken and even then she'd only caught the tail end of his words since his voice was so soft. Turning just enough to peer over her shoulder, The Admiral caught sight of one of the men entrusted in determining if planets were viable inhabitants for humans. Though she'd only met him briefly before their departure from Earth, she'd read through some of his files given by the military.

Arina smiled, "Alten. What can I do for you?" she asked in kind tones, her smile never fading as she turned to face him fully, "We'll be reaching Ko'val in a few days, I'm assuming you're here in regards to the planet?"

Her smile caught him off guard a bit, mostly cause he wasn't use to people in her position or any officers he met with to smile in such a fashion. He didn't let it show though, instead he simply cleared his throat as he held up his tablet, looking at it quickly before back up to her and holding it out. "Yes, Admiral Xsan. Just a few important pieces of information for you, Commodore Nash, and Sentinel-Major Aigidios regarding Ko'val."

"Simple things regarding the landing site that has been designated as the best place, as well as what to expect within the immediate area of it. We are fortunate in that, with Ko'val having already been established we have a fair bit of information on what to expect so things should go smoothly for us." he said to her.

Taking the tablet handed to her, Arina moved from the window a bit, listening to Alten's speech all the while as she skimmed through the information given to her. She'd been informed of the landing site already, but it never hurt to double check information of course. Nodding in agreement to his statements, she continued on through the information, "Nothing hostile as far as plants go... That's good. Ko'val being established already is a plus, we'll be able to colonize it far faster than the first time, I'm sure."

Running her finger along the tablet to move the information around, she finished looking at it briefly and turned back to Alten, the smile retaking it's place on her lips, "This looks good. Should be promising. I'm to assume that Sentinel-Major Aigidios and Commodore Nash wish to send out scouting parties first before we allow the citizens on land?"

He nodded his head, turning to track her movements as she walked away from the window. "Indeed, it should be much easier. Of course we are also fortunate that Ko'val was never a very hostile world...er..ok well the planet itself is not." he looked away for a moment, embaressed a bit at his goof up. Clearing his throat, his usual tick of nervousness, he looked back to her as he recomposed himself. "So that will help, we just need to make sure we are prepared to handle the arid climate of the landing site and original colony location."

"As for the Major and Commodore, I can only assume that they will want to deploy scouts. However..." he paused, thinking of how not to sound insulting when he said it. He respected the two commanders for their capabilities and so he didn't want to possible say something that might reach their ears and make any relations a bit sour. "I think it may be best to discuss with them the plans for scouting parties. We don't want any...issues between them." he glanced away from Arina, a bit worried about the offense his words might cause.

Tapping the tablet gently against her hand, Arina pursed her lips in acknowledgment. Alten had a point. The two factions hadn't gotten along and for the most part as far as she had knowledge of, so far they'd not interacted with one another since the departure. Turning on her heel, Arina handed the tablet back to Alten with a slight grin, "Well then, I think we need to get both parties on board and have a meeting then. What do you think? The Commodore and Major along with the pilots? Or just the commanders?"

As Alten took hold of the tablet again, tucking it into the crook of his elbow as he listened to her. At her question, Alten blinked slightly, looking off as he thought about it. He was still standing in the position of attention, save for his eyes moving away from Arina. He then looked back up to her. "Well, Admiral. Personally I think it'd be best to simply speak with only the commanders in this case. I think that, until we really know how both sides are going to deal with each other we sohuldn't try to force them to interact too much. Of course, it is your decision to make sir, I mean ma'am." he coughed a little, averting his eyes from her and just looking on ahead as he finished.

Arina laughed slightly as he said 'sir' rather than 'ma'am'. He seemed rather nervous which made her soften up more than usual. He shouldn't have been nervous at all, Arina didn't think she was all that hard to talk to.

"Very wise. Thank you for your insight, Alten," she complimented and turned to the staff on the bridge, "Open communication to The Far Reaching Wind and Gallahorn." she ordered, her tone changed slightly as she called out across the bridge. She was answered by one of the attendants who switched desks and did as she asked.

A soft sound filled the air as the communication link was sent out to both vessels. All she had to do then was wait for them to accept and she would proceed with the next steps.

Alten nodded his head when she gave him the compliment. "Thank you, Admiral Xsan." he said as he stood back. He wasn't really needed for the communication, and if they did then the Admiral could get a hold of him. He turned to look towards the main screen.

In only a few moments, one screen lit up to show the image of rather tall, and fully armored man as he stood within a small, yet bare room. The rooms floors had minimal mats to it, and along the backwall could be seen racks of various practice blades. The man stood there in full power armor, which on the chest plate was The Helm of Awe, the symbol the Knight Sentinels wore. The man in question had very, very short black hair and a face riddled with scars here and there. He stared at the screen, a stern, hard look in his eyes as he looked at Arina. On his shoulder rested a rather large blade, at least three-forths the length of the Knight holding it.

Despite the severe look he had, the Knight actually spoke in a rather calm and kind tone. "Yes, Admiral Xsan? What is it that you need?" Sentinel-Major Aigidios asked. Alten had noted that nothing had yet come through from The Far Reaching Wind, course he was a bit distracted by the imposing man on the screen in front of him. To Alten, it was like he was back at bootcamp, staring down a Drill Instructor.

Arina's lips curved upward, her pleasant demeanor not in the least detered by the powerful looking man who bore down upon her via the screen's display, "Sentinel-Major, I'm requesting yours and the Commodore's presence aboard my vessel. I would like to have our plans all in sync with each other. A smooth operation is much more pleasing than a rocky one, yes?"

A scowl formed on the face of the Major as he listened to Arina, snorting a bit as he turned to head over to the weapon rack. As he walked, the camera followed after him to keep him in the shot. "May I ask why simply communicating through this method is not good enough?" he asked as he set the sword he was holding back on the rack. It fell into place with a loud metallic thunk before he turned back around to face the camera.

"We'll have plenty of time to meet and greet when we reach Ko'val, besides, I already promised I'd behave." he said the last part in a bit of a mocking tone as he crossed his arms, the light of the room he was in shining between the individual fibers of muscle-like cords that was on the outside of the power armor limbs.

Arina felt an inward sigh pulse in her chest as she kept her pleasant features intact despite his obvious annoyance to her request. Leaning off to the side, Arina let the side of her jaw rest against her fist as she leaned on the chair she was standing next to, "Sentinel-Major, I must say that I respect the fact that you actually answered my call. As of this moment," her gaze shot off to the side as she looked over to the attendant who was still trying to hail the other vessel, "The Commodore seems to be ignoring me entirely. I think that perhaps he doesn't like me very much," she smiled at the slight joke, though she was actually fairly sure the Commodore wasn't too keen on her.

"In any case, as a show of respect to both of you, I'm requesting the meeting in person. I feel it's more... Hmm, professional? Besides, I like to have things done before they need to be, surely you do as well?"

Aigidios stood there with his arms crossed for a bit longer, just watching her for a few moments. Finally he took a deep breath before letting it out in an annoyed huff. "Fine then, only because you asked nicely." he said as a joke, though his tone hardly conveyed much humor. Alten figured it simply was because the Sentinel-Major was permanently stuck in eat-you-alive-mode. "I'll be over within the hour, and I'll be bringing some fellow Knights as well. Sorry, Admiral Xsan, but only a fool travels alone and we Knights are no fools. Aigidios out." with that, the communication screen cut out.

Alten watched the screen for a few before glancing to the Admiral. "Well then, that part went well. Think the Commodore will be as willing?" As if on que, suddenly the screen opened up again to reveal the image of a man sitting in the chair centered in the bridge of The Far Reaching Wind. The man in question had a look to rival that of Aigidios, and frankly if Aigidios was like a Drill Instructor, this was the face of all the Drill Instructors while smoking a recruit.

The Commodore had a surprisingly young looking face for someone who was in his late forties, and he sat quiet and motionless in his chair as he stared hard at Arina. His right eye was a calming, soothing color of blue and bangs of dirty blonde hair hung just above it. The left eye though, was the more unnatural red that came from a bionic implant. As Alten watched Nash, it didn't look like malice or hatred in the man's eyes. There was an intensity of some kind, though Alten wasn't sure what to consider it.

Nash's voice was a bit raspy, yet still held a great deal of authority to it. "Admiral." was his only response as he sat there.

With no room to respond to the Sentinel-Major, Arina could only keep her smile upon her lips as he ended the transmission rather quickly. Even before she could answer to Alten, the screen lit up again and this time it was the Commodore whom she faced. I get the feeling he did that on purpose... Or perhaps he was just hoping to miss the Sentinel-Major... Should have kept him talking longer, Arina thought to herself with an inward groan.

"Commodore, it is a pleasure. Thank you for responding. I'm extending invitation onto my vessel. I wish to speak with you in person about the details of our landing on Ko'val in a few days," she paused just briefly, wondering if keeping the information that Aigidios was coming on board to herself was a good idea or not, in the end it took her a mere moment to decide, "The Sentinel-Major will be here within the hour. Am I to expect your arrival?"

Though she was asking it as a question, her tone said that it was more of an acknowledgement instead. Inwardly, she'd hoped she hadn't stepped a little too far into territory that was clearly not hers. Even so, Arina was determined to get both men aboard. After all, if things were to go smoothly -and she would have them go smoothly one way or another- she needed them both on the same page, no over lapping plans, and especially no hostility toward one another.

Nash watched her for a moment, still unmoving in his seat. After a bit of a pause, he spoke up. "You can tell the Sentinel-Major that I will allow him and his Knights to handle securing the landing site. I will be deploying my own scouts deeper into the colony sections away from the landing site. I'm intent to make sure nobody else has made a home of Ko'val. I will keep you both in touch before I take any other steps beyond that. It will be a contingent of infantry accompanied by some Mecha support if you or the Sentinel-Major are curious." Finally, he made a movement, even if it was only to blink.

The next movement was for him to hit a few keys on his chair with his left hand. Alten noticed the subtle rigid motions that was also a tell tale sign of a bionic limb. After a few presses, he then let his hand rest back into it's resting position. "Understood?" he finished.

This will be a difficult man to deal with, Arina thought to herself wilst keeping the pleasant smile on her lips present, "I see, thank you for the information, Commodore. Even so, I would feel more at ease should you attend. Simply passing off information via word of mouth tends to get muddled."

Arina moved from the side of the chair to sit down upon it and laced her fingers together as she leaned forward, "Besides. Is my vessel really all that disdainful? And I've only met you briefly in person. Surely you wouldn't mind speaking to me face to face rather than having such distance."

He watched her, now beginning to drum the fingers of his right hand on the arm of his chair. "If you insist then. Nash, out." He then hit a button on the left arm of his chair as the link was then cut.

Alten stood there, watching where the screen was for a few silent moments before he spoke up again. "Well, apparently that part also went well. Well done, Admiral Xsan." he said while looking over to her.

Arina's smile never left though the moment the screen disappeared with his cutting the transmission, she leaned back with a slight sigh of relief. The encounter with both men was rather nerve wracking, though not nearly as bad when dealing with two utterly ticked off countries ready to tear each others throats out at the drop of a pin. Even so, their presence alone on screen was enough to tell Arina that she really had no place amongst the higher ranking individuals of either the military or the Knight Sentinels.

Still, she couldn't help the excited grin on her lips knowing that she'd won both of them over, "Why yes. That did go well, didn't it," she beamed and bounced up out of her seat with renewed vigor, "Although I think I may have annoyed the Commodore a little more than I did for the Sentinel-Major..." Arina shrugged lightly.

"In any case, this is far better than having them on screen. At least now neither of them can just up and leave as easily," she said with a wink toward Alten. Striding toward the elevator, she reached out and tapped the control pad, "Prepare the docking bay to recieve both the Sentinel-Major and the Commodore," she called out as she waited for the lift.

There was an answer to her command which she only briefly acknowledged before slipping into the elevator, "Shall we go greet them?" she offered to Alten.

This was going to be an interesting CO to be under, that was for certain as he watched her almost bounce up out of her seat. Her little wink made him blink in confusion, staring at the viewscreen for a moment before turning his head to follow her movements to the elevator. "Well uh...I'm not sure if you really annoyed him persay. I think Commodore Nash just isn't much of a people person really, odd given his position as an officer."

He watched her move to the elevator, standing where he was when she offered to go meet with them. He nodded his head, fixing his glasses again as he followed her onto the elevator. "I suppose we should. Also, not sure what you might be nervous about Admiral Xsan. I'm the one who has to talk to them." he said as he stood next to her, looking forwards and too the door. "Which, I may add, is not my strongest talent. If you haven't noticed."

As the doors closed shut and the elevator started it's downward descent, Arina laughed lightly at Alten's words, "You will do just fine. If it helps any, you can use me as your focus. I didn't think you were all that bad earlier when you spoke to me," she offered with a glance in his direction.

"And for the record," she grinned, "I'm not nervous."

Alten narrowed his eyes in confusion, glancing over to her. "Use you as my focus? Not..sure what you mean by that, ma'am." He then looked back ahead, before glancing back down to his tablet as he brushed through the information again, more so just to give himself something to do.

"And thank you, Admirla Xsan. Been getting better, but you COs always have a way of just shutting me up, whether intentional or not." He didn't look up from his tablet, still poking at it here and there. "I swear it's a talent you all seem to have that i'll never truly understand." he finished, glancing over to her for a moment before back to the tablet.

Arina placed on hand on her hip as she watched the counter on the elevator that said what floor they were passing as they descended, "Use me as your focus, as in pretend you're only talking to me," she answered his confusion.

A soft huff of a laugh escaped her lips as she tilted her head a bit and closed her eyes, "My apologies, Alten. I do not intend to... 'shut you up' as you stated. You've no need to keep things short with me. I rather enjoy conversation with others. Surely I'm not that intimidating, am I?" she asked with a slightly teasing grin.

He looked over to her, nodding his head at her answer. "I see then, well then I guess i'll give that trick a shot." He then returned her small grin with his own smile. "And to be honest Admiral Xsan, yes you are a bit intimidating." He then turned to look up at the display in front of them.

"Least to me. Only twenty-four years old, and you are in charge of an entire re-colonization operation. An operation that has you working alongside a Sentinel-Major of the Knights, and even more so alongside a Commodore of the Federation Navy." He adjusted his glasses again as he looked back over to her. "Means you have something that caught the attention of ExStella Administrators, and with things like this it usually means that you probably have a rather fierce fire in that stomach of yours. Not to mention I'm already a person who tends to go rather quiet around authority, figures. So it's bound to happen." he then turned to look back ahead.

After a pause, he shrugged as he spoke. "Though the cute face does help to settle some tensions." he said jokingly as he smiled, keeping his eyes forwards.

"I see," Arina commented lightly as he said that she was a little bit intimidating. As he continued, a bit of a blush coursed along her cheeks, not used to be complimented in such a way. A bit of a wry smile curved her lips too and she shook her head a little.

"Cute face hu?" she caught on to that last little bit as the elevator stopped and slid open the doors for them to leave and head to the docking bay where the two commanding officers were to be boarding. Arina laughed, a rich sound that said it was a true laugh, not her usual shorter ones that were more for professional sake than anything else.

"Alten... That's... Oh boy," she grinned as she settled her giggling fit, "Cute... It's been a while since I've heard that. Was not expecting it from you, least of all."

With a heavy sigh, she took a deep breath and straightened, though the amusement from her eyes hadn't faded out, "Well, thank you for the compliments," her gaze caught site of two smaller vessels loading into the docking bay, "I believe our guests have arrived, shall we?" she beckoned to the double doors that would lead out onto the catwalk in order to get to the bay below.

He shrugged, still smiling a bit as he began walking towards the doors. "You are welcome, Admiral Xsan. And what can I say? I've had a lot of training in catching people off guard." he made sure to keep pace with her, having tucked the tablet back into the crook of his elbow. As he walked through the doors and out onto the catwalk, he looked towards the transport vessel of the Knight Sentinels, which was the simple black, red, and gold colors of the Knights. On its sides, colored black so that it stood out on the gold surface beneath it, was the Helm of Awe, meant to inspire fear into those who may seek to harm the charges of the Knights.

As the vessel finished its docking procedures, Alten and Arina had made their way down into the bay to meet with the arrivals. The side doors of the vessel opened up with a quick hiss of air as it was sucked from the transport vessel. It was common that the air pressure with some tranports tended to be slightly greater than the pressure within larger vessels, so it resulted in only a quick noise of rushing air as it slipped through the cracks of an opening bulkhead. As the doors finished openeing, a small ramp slowly extended downwards and down it strode it three individuals.

The one leading the group was clearly Sentinel-Major Aigidios, however he was not wearing his suit of power armor as he made his way towards the Admiral. He still wore the light plates of an armored suit, the plates a simple red and black in color and over his torso was a rugged cloth haubrek, which too has the Helm of Awe, sitting within a golden circle surrounded by black. On the right side of his waist was a large calibre pistol, held on by a simple magnetic hook that connected to a metal piece on his belt, while on the left was a sword held on by a similar magnetic device. His head was exposed, and Alten got a better view of the scars across his features. His face had several crossing about here and there, each of varying causes. the most notable was a jagged one that started on his forehead and stretched back along his head to the center of it where no hair grew upon it. One of the Knights accompaning him was dressed in a similar fashion to the Sentinel-Major, except he had slung on his back a magazine fed shotgun rather than any melee weapon.

As promised, the Sentinel-Major had brought with him a few of his own knights. One in particular was a woman who looked just as fierce as her Major. Dressed in similar clothes, the black -or what looked black to Arina- armor with the Helm of Awe displayed upon her breast, and shiny peices of metal coating what looked like heavy leather cloth. From the woman, Arina turned to the Sentinel-Major as they approached him and gave her signature smile once again.

"Thank you, Sentinel-Major, once again for agreeing to come aboard. I promise this won't take long," she offered to him as she came to stand before him. Her gaze flicked from him to the woman and to the other Knight that he'd brought with, curiosity in her gaze as she stood there.

Argos nodded his head, "Well as I said, you asked so nicely it'd seem rude of me to say no." He then turned to look at the shotgun wielding Knight, "This is Order Sergeant Kasabian Arshavir, a member of our assault group." The knight simply nodded his head to the Admiral and Alten. Argos then turned to look at the female on his other side, "And this is Cavalier Syrin Eulina, one of our better Mecha Pilots. I desired them being here as they will be part of team I will deploy to secure the landing site."

Alten glanced between the three Knights, a miserable look on his face as he sighed quietly to himself. It was bad enough to have to speak to the Sentinel-Major and the Commodore, but now he'd have these two other Knights watching him alongside god-knows-who that the Commodore was going to bring along.

"Perfect," Arina said, her smile growing as she turned her attention to each one that was introduced to her. Kasabian simply nodded to which Arina returned the guesture. Looking to Syrin, she beamed at the other woman who only regarded her with a cold stare before turning away completely, hand on the hilt of her sword at her hip. Arina's lips faltered for a mere moment at the strange display from the soldier.

Turning back to the Sentinel-Major, Arina reestablished herself, "I'm glad that we are going to be in such capable hands, Sentinel-Major. Now, the Commodore should be arriving in a few moments and we will get this meeting done and over with. We've only a few days before we reach Ko'val, best to get everything settled before that."

"The Commodore's vessel is here, Major," the woman's voice was rather soft as she spoke, glancing over to her commanding officer briefly before looking back to the other shuttle that was starting it's docking procedures through the sheild at the far end of the bay. The near invisible layer of energy around the hull of the ship rippled as the shuttle entered. Meanwhile, Arina took a deep breath. Of the two men, the Commodore was most difficult to deal with.

Nash stood in front of the bulkhead that would open up to let them onto the Stella Caeltor, and he to stood with two of his own troops. He kept his eyes forwards as he spoke. "Listen carefully both of you, as you two will be in the scouting operations out away from the landing site. Understood, Holt?"

"Yes Sir." The woman behind him stated, standing there in a simple pair of Naval Fatigues. They were a simple black and hung a little loose off of her body. On her thigh was a holster for a pistol that held a pocket for an extra magazine on the front, and on her other thigh was three more pockets for magazines. Both were strapped onto her belt and also wrapped around her thighs to hold them in place. On the back of her belt, a knife was sheathed with the handle facing out to the left side so that she could quickly and easily access should it be needed.

"Good. And Ryker," the Commodore turned his head so that he could stare the silver haired pilot in the eyes, giving him a look that warned him of the amount of misery the Commodore could put the Petty Officer through if he wanted to. "Behave." was all Nash said before turning back ahead as the bulkhead began to open up, a quick rush of wind blowing past the three of them before it slid up in the wall of the ship, followed by a ramp lowering itself for the three.

Ryker's eyes were trained on the Commodore just as he looked back and gave him a warning stare. Arching an eyebrow as if feigning ignorance as to what in the world the Commodore was referring to, he gave a small grin as well as a shrug in response, "Of course, Commodore," he answered simply, his tone giving no hint of sarcasm in the least.

The Commodore began walking down the ramp, again displaying the rigid movement that came from a bionic limb, able to be seen from the limp-like movement of his left leg and his left arm seeming to not even move with the momentum of Nash's forward movement. The Commodore wore a black uniform, though he didn't bother with any bars or ribbons on it to display what accomplishments he had acheived. Instead all he had was a simple silver eagle on the left side of his chest, sitting over his heart. On both his shoulders were two strips of cloth that had four bars parrel to one another and facing towards his arms, both arms having similar cloth strips sewn onto them.

As he stepped down, he looked towards the young Admiral of the Stella Caeltor, looking her up and down as he approached, Petty Officer Holt not far behind him. There was no expression on his own face as he approached, stopping when he made it to the group of them. He then looked to the Sentinel-Major, who gave him a curt nod. "Commodore." Argos said.

"Hello, Sentinel-Major Aigidios." Nash then turned his head to Arina. "Admiral."

If it was possible, Alten would have deflated in defeat at this point. This briefing was going to suck, was all he kept thinking to himself. Hopefully, using Admiral Xsan as his focus would help him.

I figured he would bring soldiers as well... I suppose Sentinel-Major thought the same, hence his reasoning to bring his own, Arina thought to herself as she took in the two imposing looking Naval officers behind the Commodore.

"Commodore," Arina responded crisply and turned on her heel, "This way please. We'll get this over with rather quickly," as she started walking over to the elevator, her hand motioned over to Alten while she continued speaking, "This is Alten Ashley, he's in charge of planatary specifics. There's a fancy word for it, but I'm not a scientist, so I'll forgoe the formality on that aspect, I hope you do not mind," she offered as she glanced behind her to both the Major and Commodore.

Pressing the button to the elevator, Arina turned a little so she could speak in their direction instead of having her back to them while they waited, "He'll be briefing you on some of the planets specifics and any other details you may require regarding Ko'val for the re-colonizing mission."

"We are not scientists, either, Admiral," the taller man that had accompanied the Commodore spoke, a bit of a wry grin on his lips.

Arina only gave a short laugh in response, "No, of course not. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll make it understandable."

The silver haired officer looked to bristle just slightly at her response. Oops... That might have been a bit too much, Arina thought to herself as she glanced over to the Commodore then back to the man who had a slightly crueler look to his gaze than a moment before.

Argos looked between the Admiral and the other man with the Commodore before back to the Admiral. "Well, I'm sure it'll be simple enough. We only need to know basics to stage a proper operation. So no pressure."

Alten just kept his eyes forwards, not looking towards them as they waited for the elevator. Nope, no pressure at all. Just twelve really heavy stares, that's all. He glanced bck down to his tablet, again more so to just give him something to do. He did manage to find his voice though, clearing his throat first. As he still did not turn around as he spoke, as he found it easier not having to look them all in the face. As he spoke, he tried to do what the Admiral suggested and simply imagined it was jsut her standing next to him. "It should be easy, a lot of data has already been compiled, given Ko'val being a pre-established colony."

Nash looked at Alten before towards the elevator. "Good."

I'm not sure that helped, Sentinel-Major, Arina thought to herself as she watched the numbers on the elevator. Alten's speaking up did surprise her though and she couldn't help the encouraging smile on her lips as he spoke without stutter or pause.

After the Commodore gave the simple answer of 'good', the doors opened to allow them entrance. They didn't have to go far, two levels up and they were let out into the hallway of the large vessel. Arina took the lead, walking briskly to get to the meeting room where Alten could throw all of the needed data up on a large screen for all of them to see.

Punching in her code at the door along with her key card, Arina opened it for them and strode inside, the lights coming on automatically to their presence. Taking a seat in one of the black cushioned chairs, she offered her warm smile again as they filed in to sit down as well, "Well then, whenever you're ready, Alten," Arina said, motioning to him with her hand.

Syrin had kept silent during the exchange and as they entered the meeting room, she simply prefered to stand rather than sit, keeping close to her commander. Both hands behind her back, she took a slightly relaxed, yet still formal stance and turned her attention away from the annoying woman who couldn't seem to wipe the smile off her face and to the man who would be briefing them.

In turn, Ryker did take a seat in one of the chairs, right across -or at least kitty corner- to the Admiral, his dark gaze locked on her and a slightly seething attitude just barely concealed under his tightly knitted frame. Closing his fingers together over his lap, he leaned back and waited for the 'scientist' to start talking, a bit of impatience to his posture.

Alten calmly followed Admiral Xsan inside, taking a seat next to her as he began poking at his tablet to set it up for the display that sat in the center of the room. Argos walked in and took a seat, Kasabian standing to the opposite side Syrin had taken. Nash and Holt both sat down on opposite sides of Ryker, Holt leaning over as she walked past him and whispering. "Someone get their feelings hurt?" She said, smirking slightly at him as she sat down. Nash remained quiet and took his seat, shooting his two subordinates a look before he looked towards the display that sat towards the center.

Ryker glanced over to Aiyanna, a retort on his lips had it not been for the rather commanding look they both recieved from Commodore Nash. He flashed his companion a smile, though, much like the ones he always gave her when they would converse with one another off duty. Despite that though, he was still irked by the woman seated across from them. She wasn't a soldier, but she had an air about her that just seemed to rub him the wrong way.

With a few more button presses on the tablet from Alten, the display in the center lit up and brought up several holographic images. The way it was set up, regardless of a person's position in the room is always displayed a set of images facing them so all could see. Alten took a deep breath before he began speaking, hitting a button to bring up first a far out image of Ko'val. The image showed a large area of the desert they would be landing in.

"This is Ko'val's spaceport, which is located within one of the larger deserts of the planet. It offers the space necessary for a ship such as the Stella Caeltor to land, however there sohuld be plenty of space nearby to also allow the landing of the Gallahorn and The Far Reaching Wind."

"Noted, but The Wind will remain in orbit unless it is necessary to land." the Commodore spoke when Alten had taken a pause.

"Not worried about grounding your vessel, are you Commodore?" Argos asked, moving a bit so he could view the Commodore better. If the jeer had any effect, it didn't show on Nash's face as he kept his eyes on the display in front of him.

After a pause, Nash giving no response back, Alten cleared his throat. "Right...well..."He paused, looking over to the Admiral for a moment before back to the display, again he pushed out the idea that there were others in the room to help clear his thoughts. "A few miles north of the spaceport is the original colony itself, which shares its name with the planet. We are unsure as to the condition of the colony or the spaceport, or what animals may have moved in during our absence."

He hit a few buttons, which brought images of both the space port and the colony of Ko'val itself. Both images showed signs of activity from people, having been taken back when the colony itself had still be occupied. A few moments later another image opened up to display what appeared to be large, lizard like creatures. Most of the images showed most of them to be sleeping in the shade, some lying in groups varying in numbers. Each of them were a good four to six feet in length, and a couple pictures also displayed them walking around on their hind legs. Their other more obvious quality were the rather fierce looking claws on their feet and the sharp teeth they had as well.

"These were simply referred to as Drakes by the previous colony members," Alten began speaking again. "these creatures are the most dangerous of the wildlife that was encountered on the planet. They were not overtly hostile, but they had a bad tendency to settle in shady places during the day time to escape the heat, and they also happen to be a bit territorial. Usually problems occured when they wandered into populated areas and encountered humans. So when you land and begin clearing areas, just be weary of these creatures being within the buildings; it is pretty safe to infer that they have decided to occupy the structures over the past years."

"Oh, splendid. Giant lizards to contend with while going down the dark halls. I don't suppose opening fire on it would be a great idea," Ryker commented lightly, his sentence not really a question.

"If you wish to kill us all," Syrin replied, a kind of cold annoyance in her voice to which Ryker only glanced over to her and shrugged in dismissal.

"Me and the other infantry are the ones who have to worry," Holt said, leaning forwards in her seat. "You'll be riding in Mechas..."

"I would also suggest avoiding contact with any of the insects or arthropods you come across." Alten continued, ignoring the others' interruptions. "Most will react in a similar manner to most other insects and try to avoid you, but there are a fair number that are venemous. Though also it may be in your best interest to warn your soldiers of this critter." Alten hit a few buttons, and on screen the image of what looked similar to a spider popped up on screen. It only had six legs, but it's span was at least a foot and a half across, and on it's front were two large looking mandibles. Holt shifted in her seat some at the sight of the critter, shuddering a bit. "It is not venemous, though it does have a mean bite. I say to warn your men though because according to colonists it had a tendency to follow people as they moved through the day, keeping to their shadow to stay cool we are assuming. If your men just listen to what I suggested regarding the other arthropods by avoiding touching it, their shouldn't be any issues with it." Alten chuckled a little as he looked at it, "Hell, the colonists actually began to like the things, apprently they are great at getting rid of pests."

"Yay..." Holt said as she shifted a bit more in her seat, "So what's next?" she said, more than ready to get the image off the screen.

"Don't worry, I'll shoot it for you if I see it," Ryker offered, noting her squiriming around in her seat, a grin on his lips.

Holt didn't even look at Ryker as she gave him a soft kick to the shin, keeping her eyes on the display as it changed back to show the spaceport and colony once again. Alten cleared his throat as he usually did, looking at the others before quickly back to the display. "As I'm...sure you are already prepared for, remember that it is very dry and hot out there. So just...prep yourselves for operating in such a climate. That should...well just about cover it." Alten said as he closed down the displays, the lights of the room lighting back up. "Any questions you..have?" Please say no, please. Alten thought to himself as he glanced to the Admiral for a moment before looking back towards the projector for the display, not wanting to actually meet the eyes of the others.

"Thank you, Alten," Arina spoke up before any questions could be asked. For the moment she was more than happy to see that the two groups had behaved themselves for the most part, though she'd figured that the Sentinel-Major wasn't going to be the one to start things. Even so, she'd hardly expected the soldier to be the moody one. Or perhaps he was just like that, she wasn't sure yet.

"Now then, with that information, I'd like to know what team will be in charge of doing what exactly when we get there. In addition to that, the Stella Caelator will stay in orbit as well, at least until the planet has been deemed safe to land, wild life as a given that is. I'm sure I do not have to remind either of you that despite the repreive most of us have been living in , rebels and pirates are still a thing these days and even more so now that space travel has been established.

"In short, you're not just clearing out the local invasion of plants and lizards. There's a possibility that rebels have taken the colony. Perhaps I'm being a bit suspicious in that ideal, but I'm not taking it off the board either," during her speech, Arina had leaned forward and interlaced her fingers as she spoke, leaning on the polished black table, "With that out of the way... Your plans?" once again she offered her smile, though her tone had been all business.

Nash spoke up first, "We are all quite aware of the possibility of pirates or rebels having occupied the colony. It is why I am deploying Petty Officers Holt here to lead a scouting party into the colony, as well as the surronding areas. Petty Officer Vondalir here will support Holt and her team, but they are under strict orders to not engage anybody that they find unless absolutely necessary." Nash glanced at Ryker as he emphasized the last words. He then looked back to the others, specifically the Sentinel-Major. "Once we have an accurate picture of what is there and you have secured the spaceport and it's surronding area, then we can coordinate a possibly cleaning operation for Ko'val."

Argos looked at the Commodore before speaking, "Sounds good to me. Order Sargeant
Arshavir will be leading the assault team to secure the spaceport with our own Mecha support led by Cavalier Eulina." He then looked to Arina and then back to Nash. "We'll keep you both informed to our progress, and will let you know Admiral Xsan," He looked at her, "When it is safe for the Stella Caeltor to land."

Arina couldn't help the giddiness that was bubbling in her stomach and making her want to jump for joy. The meeting couldn't have gone smoother -aside from.. what was his name? The silver haired soldier- Both the Commodore and Sentinel-Major had been rather calm and collected, though it was very obvious to Arina that the Commodore wanted to be in full charge of the plans, giving meaningful looks to nearly everyone at the table. His tone of voice was also filled with the authority that said he wasn't going to be questioned.

She sighed, "Well then, I think that wraps things up very nicely doesn't it? Thank you gentlemen," she said, tilting her head slightly, "It was a pleasure to have you aboard. I will keep in touch. In the meantime, I'm sure you've things that need to be done. If I'm not wrong, it's only two days from now before we arrive? I don't want to keep you any longer from your duties," Arina stood up as she spoke, indicating the end of the meeting.

"Good day to you, Admiral." Nash said as he stood up and immediattly made for the door. He didn't say anything to Argos or his Knights as he walked by, nor did he check to make sure Holt and Ryker were following him. Holt was close behind, however she gave a bit of a warmer smile to the others.

"Thank you, Mr. Ashley. And thanks for having us aboard, Admiral." With that Holt continued on out.

The Sentinel-Major watched them head out of the room before looking towards the Admiral and Alten while standing up. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Ashley." Now looking directly to the Admiral, "Admiral Xsan," He paused and glanced back to make sure Nash and his crew had left before back to the Admiral. "I would not bank on the fact that things are going to remain this smooth. We are simply lucky that Nash and I had different plans that happened to work together." He then gave her a Sentinel salute, placing his hand flat over the Helm of Awe, his plam facing towards it. "Be well, be safe, and know we are standing guard." With that he turned and made his way out of the room.

The moment all the others had left, Alten let out a large sigh of relief, letting his head fall forwards so that his forehead thunked on the table in front of him. "Augh...I'm still not sure why I took this job. I think I like to torture myself or somethin'..." he mumbled the last bit as he glasses slid off of his face and lightly fell on the table as well.

Arina let out a soft sigh of air as the door closed, the intimidating presence of all six of them leaving her body. Falling back into the chair, she allowed herself to slouch a little as she sat there, thinking over what the Sentinel-Major had said. It was true after all, it had worked out simply because the two had different ideas, and somehow a miracle had occured to make them work with one another.

Arina laughed when Alten fell forward, thumping his head against the table. Though the sound had her a little worried as to his well being, it was his words that made her chuckle softly. Moving in the chair, she leaned forward and patted his arm gently, "You did wonderfully. Don't stress about it. I think you think too much," she said and fell back into the comfort of the chair.

"Two more days, Alten... Then we can recolonize Ko'val... And maybe then I'll get some answers to what happened," she said, her mind going off into it's usual musings as she swiveled the chair around to look out the small port window into the darkness of the universe.

When he felt a pat on his arm, he glanced over towards Arina as she spoke. With his glasses on the table though, he wasn't really sure where she ended and the chair began it was such a blur. Lifting his head up, making sure to grab his glasses as he did so, he slipped them back into place as he looked at her. "You are probably right, Admiral Xsan."

He watched her as she spoke before looking out the same port window she had. Two more days and then they'd reach Ko'val, though he was less excited about it than she was. Something was there, bad enough to have driven off an entire colony despite the assitance of the Knight Sentinels, and it sure as hell wasn't the Drakes.

He looked back at Arina, "Admiral...you nervous at all? I know recolonizing it is great and all but..." He paused, his words trailing off as he couldn't figure out the words he wanted to use. "You're not worried about what might have scared off the previous colonists?" he continued after a pause in his words.

For a while, Arina was silent as she gazed at the distant stars that burned white in the black blanket. Was she nervous? A little. Worried? Maybe. In honesty, Arina wasn't sure how she felt about the situation, about what they might find on Ko'val. The rumors and ideals of what had happened ranged from pirates, to rebels, to the Tearrocs, to aliens from another solar system.

What they would find there, Arina couldn't even begin to imagine. She supposed she was hopeful that it was simply rebels that fought off the colony. It made the most sense seeing as the transmission feeds were all scrambled. Then to be driven off into the Torrocus system immdiately after was even more cause for her to believe it was rebels. Take over a valuable planet to the Federation, then destroy the evidence.

"I think that we will find out exactly what happened when we get there, Alten. I'm not entirely sure I'm worried or nervous to be honest with you," she swiveled around in the chair to look at him properly, "But whatever happened, I'm going to find out. Even if it is dangerous. I'm still doing it. No matter what."

He watched her talk, listened to the tone she had. The determination in it, to see to Ko'val's mysteries being solved. As she finished, he looked over to the port window again. "Alright then, Admiral. Wish I could say I was excited to find out as much as you were." He watched the stars for a few more moments before looking back to her. "Just promise me something, Admiral Xsan. Don't forget that the people on this ship are relying on your leadership and guidance to see that they don't end up suffering a similar fate to the previous ones. Don't let your desire to figure out what happened take priority over preventing a similar fate to these folks, ok?"

Arina's gaze grew wide slightly as her lips slackened from the usual smile or contented look she usually wore. It only lasted a moment before her head dropped forward and her curving smile returned, "Of course, Alten. Thank you. I will do everything in my power to keep everyone safe," Arina stood slowly then, a bit of a sigh in her voice as she got up from the chair, stretching her bones and muscles, "After all, it's what I do for a living, talk people out of war and fighting."

As she headed for the door, she ran a hand through her hair, flipping it over her shoulders once again as she continued, "Even so, I believe with you around I'll be able to keep focused on what truly needs my attention. Besides, what is it they say? Two heads are better than one?" She grinned at him as the door opened at her proximity, "Don't be afriad to keep me in line if you need to, Alten. I'll be expecting it," she finished and exited out into the hall to head back to the main bridge of the vessel.

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Holt was crouched down near a set of rocks, doing her best to remain with the shade of it. She and her small fire team, which consisted of only four other commandos, were all located atop a cliff overlooking the city section of Ko'val. She was slowly scanning over it, spotting and marking the locations of anybody she saw. Her squadmates were doing the same, all of them equipped with their power armor and using the optics and targetting systems within their helmets.

She hoped Ryker was keeping out of sight, partly so they didn't get caught, but also because he was their only mecha on this reconnaissance mission. She finally shut off the zoom function, shaking her head as she did so. "That is a lot of people." was all she said.

"So what's the plan then, Sigma?" one of her fireteam members asked her, using her codename rather than her actual name, though he kept track of his own fire sector as he spoke rather than turning to face her.

"We were told to scout, and that's what we are going to do. We'll need to scout out the whole of the city, so we'll need to move soon and get to another position." she responded. She then looked away from the soldier and back around, looking for Ryker's position. As she glanced around, she saw beneath one of the rock located a good thirty feet from her and her team were some of the Drakes that they had been breifed about. All three of them were currently sleeping, lying flat on their stomach next to one another. The team was making sure to stay clear of them, and to be careful of which places they choose to rest as well, less they stir up the animals.

"Hot head, see anything in particular as of yet?" Holt asked Ryker over the radio, using her own nickname for him rather than the actual codename he had been given.

Leaning back in the chair of his pilot seat, Ryker had his hands up behind his head, the helmet of his suit hooked on the edge of his knee. Multiple screens were lit up inside the cockpit, the mecha's ranged vision pulling up certain portions of the city before them. Situated quite a ways behind the foot soldiers, he'd chosen a rather tucked away area, an overhang giving his mecha shade, though not really needed. It was more so that he could hid there than anything else.

His fingers drummed at the back of his head, looking for something to hunt down as he waited semi-patiently. He would move when the group moved and so far they'd only stayed down near the boulders on the edge of the main city. Ryker heaved a sigh and a moment later as if to ease his boredom, the communication link opened and Holt's voice filled his mecha.

A grin pulled at his lips, "If I had, Sleeping Beauty, you would have known about it already," he fired back, pulling up from his reclined position to resituate himself, "Moving South-East when you move," he added on, letting her know which direction he was heading so they were in sync with one another.

She shook her head, "Don't hurt yourself when you do. Moving out now, and stay hidden." She and her team quickly began moving, making sure to keep the rocks between her anybody who could possibly see her from the city. "Remember we are only to engage if necessary."

Her movements took her in an oblong oval, to keep her and her team from getting too close to the city. It also provided them with more rocks to remain hidden behind as they moved along. As they moved, she glanced up breifly to the sun that was sitting at its peak in the sky. she was glad the Power Armor had its own temperature regulator to help negate the effects of either temperature extreme. Since much of the route had them running through the sun and across the somewhat reflect surface of the sand, it meant she wasn't boiling alive from the heat.

She wondered how the Knights were handling their mission. If the spaceport was as occupied as the city was, then Holt was certain that they were probably knee deep in a tough fight. Though it had her wondering if it was as occupied, as the knights had deployed at least ten minutes or so before Holt and her group had made landfall, and if it was occupied then surely some kinda message would have made its way to those within the city.

As if to answer her question, she quickly signaled for her troops to hide as she ducked behind a rock, watching several vehicles coming from the direction of the spaceport, kicking up a heavy amount of sand as they moved along. "Hot Head, we have moving to the city from the direction of the spaceport." She zoomed in with her optics, observing the vehicles and those within it. It was clear to her they had come from some kind of scuffle, judging from the bullet holes on the jeeps as well as seeing some freshly wounded gunmen riding along. "It would seem the Knights met with them."

As she stayed ducked down, she watched as several people emerged from the city to meet the jeeps at the city limits. She positioned herself so that she could get a better view, and with a few command phrases to her suit, she watched as several bars to indicate audio levels popped up and suddenly it was like she was standing right next to them.

"The hell is going on there?" One of the city guards asked the people within the jeep as she walked up next to them.

The one driving the jeep looked at the female guard as the rest in the jeep began to climb out and were being moved further into the city. "Fuckin' Knight Sentinels is what happened. They came down a lot faster than we thought they would. Didn't you get the radio message?" he asked her as he remained sitting.

"No shit we got it, still doesn't mean I wasn't curious. Best get in there and report to wherever the Captain needs you. I think he's itching to get into the mix of things, been a while since we've found ourselves a good fight." she said.

Holt didn't get to hear the rest though, as behind her she heard shouting from one of her fireteam members, quickly turning her head to see one of the members was currently pinned to the ground fending off one of the Drakes. It was trying to bite down on his neck, but he was barely managing to keep its head back with one hand, thankfully augmented by the Power Armor he wore. She quickly spun around, and with her silenced rifle fired on the Drake, the bullets punching cleanly through its head before it let out once last death screech and collapsed over. Holt remained forzen, quickly turning around to look towards the pirates at the city's edge. She didn't even have a chance to wonder if they'd heard when she felt the ground vibrate slightly when a large claibre rifle round smack just near her location.

"Shit! Hot Head we've been compromised." She said before popping back up to return fire on the pirates that were closing in on her and her team, who were also moving into a position to fire back.

"Yes, I can see that," Ryker replied with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. He'd already turned the mecha to face the oncoming rabble that had fired at Holt, sending a spray of rock up into the air as the round pierced through the stone. At that point, he figured keeping things covert was out the window.

With a grin, Ryker powered up his mecha and the machine hummed loudly as the engines kicked in. Though it was no jet like the ones some of the Knight Sentinel's operated, he could move rather quickly across the ground as if on skates or something akin to that. Shooting forward from his hiding position several meters away, he got up over the boulders the foot soldiers were using as cover and unleashed his own hell upon the unarmored group that was attacking.

The ground shook horribly at his advance, the bullets making craters in the ground and destroying the vehicles as he went from one side to the other. The sword in his mecha's other hand reflected the sunlight as he moved, and then swung it downward to slice through the middle of one of the vehicles. He lowered the huge machine down as he turned the blade and swiped horizontally outwards across the group.

When he was finished, he straightened up the mecha and immediately started looking for the next idiot to engage them, "Let's go say hello," he commented with his wild grin and without waiting, started into the city limits.

As bullet struck near her position, Holt continued to fire against the pirates. She ignored Ryker's tone and simply focused on the enemies ahead of them. Then she saw the pirates' position be pelted by round fired from the gun of a mecha, quickly scattering them as they sought to escape the attack. Then she heard the heavy footstep of a metal being slam down nearby, and she turned her head enough to see Ryker's mecha standing there and firirng away.

Then he began marching towards the city, still firirng away as he did so. Only a moment later and the mecha's engine were alight as he shot forwards towards them, engaging the scattering pirates with his sword. "Ryker! We need to retreat not fight them!" He seemed to not care as he slowly began to make his way into the city. "Dammit you moron!" She said before she hoped out from cover to follow, to keep him covered and out of trouble.

Sooner or later the pirates were going to return fire with anti-armor weapons, and the Naval troops did not have enough men or firepower to win a fight against a whole pirate fortification. "Ryker, we are pulling back now!" she repeated over the radio as she moved closer to the city, firirng on some pirates she saw mid-run. The Armor was very capable of steadying her aim, negating not only the recoil of her own weapon but also any outside influence such as her simply running.

She slid into cover, though she could feel bullets pinging off the surface of her suit as she did so and she began firing back at the enemy. She could easily see that the pirates were beginning to mobilize and return fire on the Commandos and Ryker's mecha. "You fucking idiot! Ryker!" She shouted and looked towards his mecha. Then she saw something she hadn't expected to, as she watched a power armor human suddenly came flying through the air, being propelled by jets hooked onto a backpack of some kind and land right on the right shoulder of Ryker's mecha. As the person landed, she saw it raise up its right arm, though she wasn't sure if she could label it as such.

The person through its right arm towards the shoulder of Ryker's mecha, the right arm of the human though seemed to be composed of nothing but hydralic presses, all rigged up to a large three clawed hand as it punched straight towards the mecha. Holt quickly turned to fire on the human-tick as he tried to break the mecha, however she was forced back when gunfire began pelting her location.

"If we retreated, we'd be leaving this place to whoever these assholes are," Ryker snapped back, "Securing this might be the Knight's 'deal' but we're here and they're not."

After that, he ignored Holt's requests and instead kept moving forward. He attacked nearly anything that moved. He was well aware that Holt was with him, her movements tracked in his cockpit. Warning sounds blared often in his craft, keeping him turning left and right to fire off his weapon to kill anyone who fired at them both.

At one point he'd even taken a few steps backward to keep Holt from getting pelted too badly by the oncoming attack. He knew her suit could withstand a lot, but the less it had to protect her, the longer it would last for them. Ryker was quite enjoying himself as he layed out hell in front of him with his gun. Though it wasn't nearly as rewarding as it would have been should he have fought another mecha. The human's without armor were no fun as they fell a little too easily under his brutal attacks.

It was about then that he felt his mecha shudder and a loud warning went off. Someone was attacking from his right side. What it was though, he couldn't tell until the warning sounds also lit up a part of his machine that was heavily damaged. The right shoulder was punctured. Grinding his teeth, he moved the machine's humanoid head to get a better view as all he'd been focusing on was what was right in front of him until just then.

Someone in power armor was latched to his shoulder and promptly trying to tear it apart. Ryker gave a bit of an annoyed growl and turned his left arm to fire off the gun in his hand. He moved the enormous weapon rather quickly and once it was within range of the pesky little bastard, he fired.

As Ryker turned his gun to fire on the power armored man, whose right arm was currently somewhat buried into the sohulder of the mecha, he then quickly tore his arm free and fired off the jets on the back of his armor, launtching him up into the air, away from the mecha and up onto a rooftop. As he landed, he spun himself around to face Ryker's mecha, using his right arm to dig into the ground and grind him to a hault. Once done, he then stood up, reaching up with his left hand to adjust the black tricorne sitting atop his head, despite all the moving he'd just undergone.

Holt looked up towards the man standing atop the roof, and now she could clearly see that whatever kinda bionic that arm was, it was not normal. The arm was almost half an arm longer than a normal human or bionic arm would be, as it hung down to about mid-shin. Honestly, Holt was almost certain taht if it weren't for the power armor he'd be toppling over from it. It matched the color of his power armor, all of it a rust and dark red, with the silver color of the metal showing through where paint had been scraped away. The "hand" of the arm was composed of three large clamps, more than fingers, and she could see along the whole length of it were spikes crudely welded onto it, clearly as a form of decoration.

"So ye be th' people who be attackin' me maties?!" The man shouted to them, his voice some what muffled by the metal plate that he had running along his lower jaw that extended upwards slightly to hide his lower jaw. The plate even had sharpened "teeth" on it. "It be clear you ain't the brightest to be attackin' me in me port!" He lifted the right arm though, clamping the hand loudly as he did so, "But I'm always lookin' for a good rumble!! I be Captain Grimfist and I'll show ye lubbers why I'm called Grimfist!!"

Holt had no chance to respond, as she was once again forced into cover from the fire of nearby pirates; she fired back when she could but they were quickly being surronded. Other pirates were also moving into position with missle launtchers, targetting Ryker and firing on him as they set up their weapons.

Ryker was leaned forward in his seat, heart pounding rapidly as the man got away from him and announced who he was. For some reason, the rush of adrenaline was getting to Ryker and he had a peculiar feeling that the man he'd just tried to shoot was going to be one hell of an opponent. That excited Ryker.

Unnnoticed to him, a cruel smile had curved along his face as his fingers uncurled and then tightened down upon the controls once again. His gaze locked on the Captain as he turned the mecha to face the man properly. Hardly paying attention to anything else now that he'd found his opponent, Ryker made to launch forward to engage in the fight when the explosions across his machine rocked the entire mecha and threw him back in the seat.

The mecha stumbled from the impact slightly, and Ryker quickly adjusted to keep it from getting out of his control, "Shit... Where the fuck did that come from," he growled having been unaware of anything else going on at the time. Once he spotted the group of pirates who had fired at him with their missile launchers, Ryker unloaded his weapon down upon them in an angry counterattack.

Moving the mecha, he powered forward. Having lost the original plan of leaping up at the Captain, Ryker decided that taking the building down was a rather useful way of bringing the man to his level. So, Ryker rushed the building with his mech and slammed into the building that the Captain had used as his perch.

After hitting the building and quite literally going through the wall with the huge machine, Ryker pulled out of it and allowed his voice to echo from the machine's communication, "Well then... 'Grimfist', I'm eager to find out why it is you call yourself that..." he paused for a moment, his wicked grin returning, "While I'm killing you of course."

As Ryker turned to fire on some of the pirates that had attacked him, Grimfist smirked as he watched the mecha then spin around and fly towards the building he stood upon. Smashing through it, the Captain could feel the building begin to collapse from underneath him. He pushed off and jumped forwards, falling for a few feet before landing on the ground heavily, again digging his right arm into the ground to prevent him from sliding too far. He also spun on the spot to turn and face the mecha, his right arm acting as the anchor and pivot for the movement. "You ain't the first lubber to threaten me with the noose, metal head." Grimfist said as he heard a voice echo from the mecha.

Holt grabbed a pirate's sword arm as they attempted to hack her through, and with a quick twist of her body and throwing her hip under his, she threw him to the ground with a heavy shoulder throw. As he landed, gasping as he slammed to the ground, she quickly drew her knife from her belt and flicked the power switch. She slammed it through his sternum, then raked it across to slash open his chest. The knife tore through the pirate as if his body and armor were made of wet paper, then she quickly caught the attack of another pirate. Dragging him off balancce, she then delivered two quick slashes, one to his stomach then the last across the back of his neck. that pirate then fell to the ground, dead before he had even fallen.

She then looked towards Ryker's mecha, to see it turning to face the powered armor captain. Scowling, she then unslung her assault rifle to fire, keeping hold of the knife with her forward hand as she open fired on the captain. If they could kill him here, they might be able to drive away all these pirates. It was also looking like their only chance of getting out of this alive.

Grimfist felt the bullet strike him from behind, growling as he spun his head around to see the source coming from the Naval lass. He then drew a pistol from his waist, turning and firirng back at her quickly before he fired off the jets to launch himself back up onto the rooftop, landing and continuing to fire at her. "So the big metal head needs some little lady ta come to 'is aid?!" He then laughed, still ignoring her fire as he fired back. "Maybe that explains why ya 'ide in that 'unk-a-junk ya lubber!" Grimfist continued to shout, glancing over towards Ryker's mecha while he holstered the pistol and moved out of Holt's line-of-fire.

Ryker scoffed at the man's response and lunged forward only to miss the man completely when he jumped out of the way upon another building after firing off his weapon somewhere else. Ryker turned, following his movement and only then realized that Holt was the one who had gained the Captain's attention. Of which Grimfist was now attacking.

The insult did not get past Ryker at all. In fact it only seemed to make him seethe even more. That was twice the man had avoided any attack of Ryker's. Letting the engines burn harder, the sound of the mecha was sure to be very loud as he launched it up into the air to get up onto the building as well.

"I don't need anyone's 'aid', bastard," Ryker shot back as he swung the heavy sword downward at the man. In combination with that weapon, he positioned the other arm that was damaged to a point where he could fire off the huge hand gun. Ryker unleashed another set of rounds at the pirate Captain in the hopes of killing him in that moment.

All the while he was increasingly pissed off with both the Captain and Holt. The Pirate because of his surprisingly nimble moves and with Holt because of her insistence to try to help which only garnered in her getting in the way as well as being in danger. Of all the women on board the ship, he liked Holt the most. Which in turn irritated him even more because instead of having to worry about just himself like normal, he found himself worrying over her safety as well, despite the fact she could handle herself far better than most.

It was just how he was with those kinds of women, "You should just concentrate on me, 'Grimfist', or you'll find your head removed from your body... In a few pieces," Ryker said, the thought of doing just that was highly appealing to him. He was also very tempted to ditch the mecha and fight the bastard with his own two hands and feet.

It wasn't hard to miss the mecha, especially with the pilot shouting back to him and also landing atop the building alongside him. Quickly jumping to the side to avoid the sword blade, he was then hit by gunfire from the mecha as well. Sneering and quickly moving back, Grimfist found himself take several rounds straight to the torso, knocking him right off his feet as the armor held, but could only absorb so much of the kinetic energy. Knowing that he was in a very vulnerable spot, Grimfist immediattly fired off his jets, launtching him flat across the ground and off the rooftop. The dodge could have been better calculated, as Grimfist felt the walls of a building as he smashed into and then through them due to the acceleration of his jets.

When the pirate captain had left her sight, Holt had returned to firing back at the still approaching pirates. They had now surronded her and her men completely, and were firirng from various angles. They were making the pirates pay with plenty of blood, but eventually numbers would get the best of them, not to mention the pirates were now bringing the heavy weapondry to deal with the heavy armor of the mecha and the power armored commandos. "Ryker, we need to retreat. Now! forget that bastard, you'll have your chance at another time!"

As she yelled it out, she heard one of the commandos yell out "Missle!", only to then feel the concussive force of a blast slam into her from behind and knock her to the ground. As she skidded across the ground for a foot or so, she quickly rolled onto her back, raising her rifle again to fire on any pirates she could see. She could see on her helmet that Derith's, one of the commados, vital signs had flatlined, and she could see what once had been him lying nearby; he was a mangled mess, having taken a direct him from the anti-armor shell. Growling, she rose back to her feet and fired on several more pirates.

"Ryker we are falling back now! You either come with us or die out here!" She said, signaling for her commados to begin falling back. She made a quick stop by what remained of Derith's corpse, quickly looking over his body before cussing under her breath. It seemed the blast had destroyed what identification he had, so she had nothing of his to bring back to The Wind. Regardless, she and the commandos quickly began to make their way towrds the cities edge, all while she opened up a link to the transport vessel that had dropped them off. "This is Sigma! We've been compromised and are under heavy fire, we need immediate extraction!"

Not even a moment passed before she got a response from the pilot. "Understood and on our way now." Holt however got no chance to respond as she saw another missle slam nearby, again knocking some of the commandos to the ground. It only caused her to stumble, but as she spun around to fire on whoever shot it, her helmet displayed a warning of something above, and she looked up in time to watch as Grimfist came crashing down on her from above, slamming her to the ground under his weight. In his left arm he held a missle launcher, which rested on his shoulder, though as he landed he immediately latched onto Holt's head with his large arm and began squeezing.

Warnings in her helmet immediately began to sound off, and she could even hear the sound of the helmet slowly beginning to give under the pressure. She quickly reached up with both hands, her rifle having been knocked aside when he had landed on her and began trying to pry the claw off her head, though she was having no success. Grimfist chuckled, looking over his shoulder as he continued to crush the commando's head in his grimfist, aiming the missle launcher in the direction of the mecha and waiting for it. "I'll crush your skull and pop that metal-headed lubber all at the same time! This will remind ye fools not ta mess with Captain Grimfist!!"

With a sharp sound of annoyance filling the back of his throat, Ryker watched the bastard fly off the side of the building. He crashed into another building and just as he was about to go after him, Holt's voice cut through his deadly thoughts. They were retreating and she sounded pissed. With a slight growl, Ryker was about to answer when warnings went off in his mecha. Missiles were being launched. Many of them too.

The mecha rocked as most of them missed his position but ended up burying themselves in the building, one or two going down to the bottom level where the others were. Ryker pulled the mecha off the rooftop and dropped down into the street where the Captain had flown off to. He scanned the area, looking for the damn asshole. Finally, after several minutes of searching and finding no movement at all, Ryker gave up.

He had been ordered to retreat by Holt and he would do so. Rushing down the street by the power of the mecha's engines, Ryker kept looking for the Pirate, but he never saw anything, not until he rounded a corner and turned to face the direction where he and the team had come from. Out near the edge of the city was a figure straddling someone with power armor. The helmet was between clawed fingers and a weapon was pointed backward, down the street where Ryker had come out from.

For a moment, Ryker lost all coherent thought. Frozen to the spot for a split second, his anger skyrocketed to heights he'd forgotten he was capable of. After that, the mecha powered up and he shot down the street straight at the Pirate Captain who held Holt down on the ground, crushing her helmet by the second. As he got closer the huge weapon in the Captain's hand fired, sending off a powerful missile straight at Ryker's mecha.

The shot destroyed the right arm, sent a shock-wave through the cockpit that smelt of electrical wires burning and put a nice jagged tear straight through the right side of the cockpits opening. With the right arm useless and the screen fuzzy on the right side, Ryker let the machine barrel forward until it came to a stop down on it's knees not to far from the Pirate and Holt.

"Bastard," Ryker hissed to himself. Irritated with his own allowance of his machine getting wrecked in the first place with Grimfist tearing apart the right shoulder, Ryker punched in the code to open the hatch. Snatching up his weapons, he stepped out onto the edge of the open hatch and glared down at the man for a moment before he tilted his head and put one hand on his hip in mock amusement.

"You wanted me out of my... 'hunk of junk' if I remember correctly. Now you have it," Ryker moved and jumped off to the side of the mecha, using the machine's leg as a way down from the height. Once he was on the ground, he straightened and gave a strained grin, "I must say, you're very skillful. Unfortunately, that pisses me off," he finished and grabbed the weapon on his thigh, drawing the gun and firing it as soon as it was pointed at the Captain.

As Grimfist continued to press on the head of the commando at his feet with his claw, leaving him a little surprised her head hadn't caved yet. Then again, he shouldn't have been to surprised given the nature of power armor. Still he kept his eyes down the street, and he snickered when he saw his target come into view. Then it came bareling straight towards him, not making any attempt to move or avoid the missle that Grimfist fired a moment later.

Grimfist just sat there with the commando in his claw, watching as the mecha was brutalized by the direct missle strike. Slowly it came to a grinding halt, falling to ak nee not far in front of the captain, who was still smirking. He still had the launtcher raised up, watching the mecha carefully before he watched as the cockpit opened up to reveal the silver-haired pilot standing there, staring down the captain.

Grimfist was about to just fire the next missle, however he held his finger as he listened to Ryker. A huge grin came across Grimfist's face as he watched the pilot hop down, this was going to be fun that was for sure. He dropped the missle launcher, though he did not release the commando as he nodded his head. "I thank ya for the compliment, shiny." Grimfist said in response.

Next thing he knew, the pilot had his gun drawn and began firing on the captain, who out of reflex brought his right arm up to block the shot. He had intended to drag the commando up to block the shot, however he felt little resistance as instead he brought up his clawed arm to block the shots, with a crumpled helmet with blood running along its side in the claw that was his hand.

Holt, during the exchange between the two, had given up trying to break the grip and instead quickly set to releasing her helmet to hopefully free herself. Working quickly, she let go of the claw and began fidgeting with her helmet's latches and began trying to get it off. However, she was having difficulty with the slight deformity it had suffered. She did receive assitance though as the captain over her suddenly pulled on the helmet with his clawed hand, applying enough strength to tear the helmet free. It did not go nicely though, as she felt the deformed metal dig into her cheek and tear up the side of her head, causing her to shout in pain as it sliced a gash into the side. Once freed though, she quickly shut out the pain of her head wound and pushed herself away from the pirate and up onto her feet while drawing her knife again and lunging towards the captain.

After he'd fired off his weapon, his gaze grew wide at the sight of her helmet being held in his hand as a deterrent. Blood clearly coated one side of the helmet and Ryker's chest constricted tightly.

"Honestly, hasn't anyone taught you that hurting a woman isn't very honorable," he growled out. Afterwards, Holt had disengaged herself from the Pirate and the moment she was freed, she immediately lunged for him, knife in hand. Though Ryker admired her fiery attitude and strength, he felt a bit of anger flare through him as well as that protective side telling him to yell at her to stop what she was doing.

Instead, Ryker put the gun away and rushed at the man just as she lunged at him too. Set on taking him down to the ground so she could plunge her knife through him, Ryker set his body up for a nice kick into the man's side to bring him down just enough for her once he got close enough.

Grimfist growled and brought his hand back, throwing the heltmet towards Ryker, however missing him as the pilot rushed forwards. Instead Grimfist bellowed out a roar while swinging out with his right fist, not even trying to dodge Ryker's kick while returning the blow with a swing from the powerful bionic limb. As the kick hit, Grimfist stumbled back, his power armor absorbing a lot of the impact.

Holt however was right there, slamming the knife into Grimfists lower back. The High-frequency knife easily slid through the armor and into the back of the pirate, Holt then dragging it across the lowerback and free, drawing a howl of pain from the pirate.

Though his kick had done what it was supposed to, give Holt an opening to strike, he was met by a rather powerful counter attack that knocked into his side. The arm that was most definitely not human struck hard and sent him sprawling to the sand in a heap, the wind knocked from him. It took a moment before a heavy cough filled his lungs and reopened his airways.

With a slight groan, Ryker rolled over to his stomach and pushed up to his knees and got back up again, sharp pains shooting through his side. It was certainly going to be bruised up like hell later. As he stood, he caught the tail end of Holt's attack and once her knife was free, Ryker moved again. Still rather quick on his feet, he was right up next to the Captain, blocking him from Holt should he turn on her.

Curling his fingers into a fist, he went straight for the Captain's face. A solid strike was all he wanted. After all, a nice punch in the face always felt good afterwards.

As Holt drew the knife back, intending to go in for another strike before Ryker moved up next to her. Neither got a chance to swing back as Grimfist spun in a circle, swinging his arm around in a wide arc. The fist first made contact with Holt and dragged her along until she also smacked into Ryker, knocking both of them aside.

Holt grunted as she smacked into the ground and rolled across it before rolling back up onto her feet and breaking into a run straight towards the captain again, this time weaving to the side to dodge another punch from his bionic arm and delivering her own power armored kick to where Ryker had hit, knocking the Captain over with the blow.

Ryker grunted at the impact of having Holt thrown into him. Though he could handle having her weight any other time, the fact that she was in full power armor gear made it impossible to withstand her being tossed into him. Effectively knocked off his feet and winded yet again, Ryker hit the ground hard a second time and was relieved when she rolled away and got back up onto her feet.

Damn it... he cursed to himself as he got back up again, a little slower that time then the last. Stumbling slightly, Ryker decided that Holt was probably better off taking him on in close range and drew his gun a second time. He waited until she'd landed her heavy kick, knocking him over before he fired the weapon quite a few times in the attempt of piercing the armor. If that didn't work, he supposed he'd just have to suck it up and deal with getting close. At least that way if he could, he'd snap that bastards neck with his own two hands.

God, that would just make his day.

As Grimfist fell to the ground, he then felt bullets smack into him, growling when he felt one punch through the armor and into the flesh beneath it. He quickly rolled back up onto his feet, swinging his fist up to intercept a lunge from Holt who quickly stopped herself before being hit.

Holt ducked another another swing as the captain spun with the momentum and punched out at her. Holt though dropped to a knee, ducking beneath the blow, wrapping her arms around Grimfists legs and then rising back to her fist and lifting him up off the ground. She then brought him down hard, slamming the captain into the ground while coming down on top of him and stabbing downward with the knife.

She was stopped though as Grimfist brought up his human arm to catch her's, then reached down to grab hold of her ankle with his bionic arm and quickly yanking her off of him and to the side. Growling and standing up, he then spun around, dragging Holt with him before throwing her directly towards Ryker.

Ryker watched Holt as she brought the Captain down to the ground. Though he'd wanted to kill the bastard, he was more than happy to let her do it and end the damned fight. After all, he was rather fed up with getting thrown around. Yet, it seemed that Grimfist wasn't quite done with that fact, though.

He somehow stopped Holt's attack and picked her up not by her arm or anything like that, but by her foot and with his mechanical arm, promptly threw her at Ryker. Shocked for a moment, Ryker ground his teeth, quickly lowering his weapon as she came flying at him.

"Fuck..." he cursed. Any other person and I'd let your ass hit the ground... Damn it Aiyanna! he kept that part to himself, pretty sure she'd flay him alive should he say it to her right then. Though he knew catching her and keeping up right wasn't going to be the ideal outcome, he was still going to catch her, and most likely hit the ground once again.

The moment she slammed into him, Ryker wrapped an arm around her as he went tumbling into the sand. With another wheeze of lost air from his lungs, he groaned as he lay there, "You know... If you weren't wearing this heavy ass armor, you'd be a lot easier to handle," he offered, a bit of a grin on his lips as he loosened his arm from around her so she could get up.

Gritting his teeth, he lay back into the sand for a moment, relishing the feel of his body resting though he knew it was a bad idea, "Alright. I'm tired of getting thrown around..." he groaned.

Holt felt herself impact into something, followed by both her and it falling to the ground with a heavy thud. Lying there, it was then she realised that there was an arm around her. Having come to a stop, she glanced to the side to see Ryker there, muttering to her as he let go of her. She groaned herself as she slowly rose up to her feet. "I'd also have been killed at least ten times today." she said in response, looking towards Grimfist who was beginning to march towards them.

His posture was a bit slouched, and he was breathing a little heavily. His bionic arm scraped across the sand as he walked towards them, a grin on his lips as he moved. "Ya talked a rather big game there shiny, what 'appened ta that spirit of yers ya lubber?" he said.

Holt readied herself, tightly gripping her knife as she watched him approach. Her right eye had been forced to close, to prevent any of the blood dripping down the side of her head from getting into her eye. "You and me both, Hot head..." she muttered in response to Ryker's comment. As she prepared herself to make another attack against the captain, she heard to the side of a pair of machine guns opening fire as Grimfist started to be pelted by bullets.

The pirate captain growled and turned to use his bionic arm to shield himself from the onslaught sent by the transport vessel that was landing nearby. The gun on the front of the ship ceased firing, as Grimfist left its arc of fire as the ship landed, by the side gunner still had perfect site on the pirate. She could see the other commandos quickly moving towards it, as well as still firirng at nearby pirates. She looked to Grimfist who, to escape the attack, fired off his jets and launtched himself backwards and up onto another rooftop.

Holt wasted no time, reaching down and grabbing Ryker by the arm and picking him up so that he was draped over her shoulder, an arm wrapped around his legs to keep him supported. She immediattly ran towards the vessel, knife still in her hand as she sprinted towards it. In only a few steps, thanks to her armor, she was on board and the vessel was already lifting off of the ground. She dumped Ryker in the seat next to her, and finally let out a sigh of relief, closing her eyes and letting her head thump against the wall behind her. "fuck..." was all she said, spitting a bit of sand out of her mouth.

She looked like a mess at this point, with her armor dinged and scratched up, not to mention the still bleeding head wound, having coated the side of her head in blood with sand stuck to it, along with it matting up some of her hair, some of which had fallen loose from the bun it had been placed in during the fight. "Just...fuck.."

Ryker's eyes flew open as the Captain's words hit his ears. A growl of annoyance pulled his lips into a frown. A rather smart retort was on his lips but the words were drowned out both by Holt's response to his complaint about being thrown around and almost immediately after that the sound of high-powered gun fire ripping through the air.

Ryker pulled Holt down, acting as a shield out of pure instinct at the heavy sounds, at first thinking that more of the bastards pirates had shown up and were shooting at them. However, as he turned to look over his shoulder, the gun fire was trained on the Pirate instead, so he pulled away from her to watch in the hopes of seeing the bastard gunned down.

Unfortunately he was not so lucky as Grimfist propelled himself back into the city and out of their reach. Annoyed and definitely geared to go at it again, Ryker was about to get up and bark out orders to go after the asshole when Holt promptly grabbed him and hauled him up over her shoulder. Completely taken by surprise and definitely a little more than pissed off at the action, he froze on her shoulder until he was tossed down onto the seat of the transport ship.

"You!" he whirled on her, snapping out the words in rage, "The fuck are you thinking, grabbing me like that!"

He slammed his hand against the wall near her head, leaning in rather close as he ground his teeth at her, "I can move just fine on my own!" he growled, twisting around to face her better and wincing at the pull in his side. Immediately falling back against the wall in the position she'd dropped him in, he groaned in irritation, "Damn it..."

He seethed to himself for a little while longer before he looked back at her and frowned at the blood on her face, "Why the hell did you let him crush your helmet, Aiyanna... Now I'm going to have to kick his ass for damaging your face," he said as he reached over and tilted her head a little with his fingers just under her chin to look at it better, "At least the healing system on board will help," he muttered, though still utterly ticked off.

She just kept her eyes closed as Ryker vented, just sighing softly to herself as he went off. Even when he slammed his fist near her head she didn't flinch. When he finally went quiet for a few moments, she opened her eyes and stared ahead.

When he began talking again, she just rolled her eyes at his words. Though when she felt him grab hold of her chin, moving her head slightly she just grabbed his hand and shoved it away, glaring at him now. "You don't fucking yell at me, slam your fist near my head, then suddenly get to act all flirty, Ryker."

She turned a bit to face him better as well. "And I grabbed your sorry ass not because you couldn't move, but because you were going to go running off in the wrong direction cause your ego took a little bruising, possibly resulting in someone else unnecessarily dying again." She kept a glare on him for a few moments longer before turning to look back ahead, adjusting herself in her seat some. "Next time you want to go on a rampage in battle, make sure you do it away from my troops and I to distract the enemy away from us..." she said.

Holt was in no joking mood, not with having lost Derith. She didn't enjoy losing troops, especially when it was because of a situation that didn't need to happen. She was not going to put up with Ryker throwing a bitch fit, then trying to brush it off by being all cute.

"Well, excuse me for trying to do what we're supposed to do. Secure the area," Ryker snapped back, losing his patience once again with her. Damn her fiery attitude, "Don't try to pin someone's death on me, Aiyanna. They die because they're weak, it's as simple as that," he continued and stood up, no longer enjoying sitting next to her. Crossing his arms, albeit gingerly, he kept his back to her as he prepared to move off into another section of the vessel that they'd been put on. Whether they were being taken back up to the naval vessel in orbit or not didn't matter to Ryker. He was seething for other reasons.

"Next time, don't stop me. It might be better for you anyway," Ryker left the little area after that. The only thing on his mind right then was what he wanted to do to that damned Pirate Captain should he ever meet the man again. He was going to give the man one hell of a run, and killing him was going to be so very pleasing.

Holt just watched him walk off, shaking her head as she rested her head back with a sigh. "Yeah, it probably would be better for me." she said to herself. He just had to be a good fighter, didn't he? Too bad his attitude wasn't as good as his skills.

"Petty Officer, I got salve for that wound." someone said in front of her, Holt opening her eyes to see one of the transport crew members standing in front of her, in his hand was what looked like an old asthma inhaler, though the crew member was carrying it upside down. Holt nodded her head and turned her head to give him a better angle on it, and then she braced herself as he brought it up to the wound. With a slight hum of a small motor pressing the salve from the dispenser, Holt hissed in pain as she felt the familiar sting of the salve entering her wound. Her face scrunched in a grimace, the crew member slowly drawing the dispenser up until he had finished.

He pulled back, nodding his head to her before turning and walking back into the vessel, Holt still dealing with the stinging pain as the salve both disinfected the wound, and also acted as a coagulant to stop the bleeding. It was a temporary fix for wounds, until Holt could at least get to the The Wind and get properly patched up by the medics on board. As the pain slowly subsided, she turned her head to look out the side view window; she watched as the transport slowly pulled itself out of the atmosphere, continuing on its way to The Wind

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"The encounter with the Pirates seems to have subsided. My team and I need repairs for the mecha's, I do not know of the military force, but we are returning to the Stella Caeletor," Syrin's voice was finishing up her short report over the intercom. All the while, Arina sat with her fingers knitted tightly together, her lips resting against the fingers as she stared at the display screen ahead of her. The images that were displayed were not pleasant. Though she couldn't see all of what had been described to her, the fighting had left signs of the skirmish, buildings toppled over, mini explosions in certain places. Arina's chest was tight. The fight could have been avoided if she'd just been allowed to get into contact with the group they'd encountered. However, she'd been unable to establish any sort of contact with the group down on the planet and she had tried several times. None had answered her though, and she had a feeling the Commodore had ignored her hails on purpose.

"Thank you," Arina offered simply and the communication link was cut. Arina was fairly sure the soldier didn't want to talk all that much to her anyway, after all the cold tone wasn't hard to miss. She figured she would get more details from the group as a whole later. The problem of the Pirates occupying Ko'val was definitely a hurdle that Arina had been expecting, but it didn't make it any easier at all. How was she to go about getting the Pirates to leave the place when they'd made a home out of it? She supposed she was just going to have to figure out something to say and offer to them in return for giving up the planet.

Leaning back, she started drumming her fingers on the edge of her chair's arm, the other hand holding her head propped up as she stared at the black expanse outside the main windows of the bridge. She was going to have to request another briefing. That had been difficult the first round, but maybe it would be easier this time. Maybe she would just suffice with them being on screen instead of making them board her vessel. Arina sighed heavily as her mind went around and around with ideas and plans, most of them being thrown out because she knew they wouldn't work out. At the same time she planned to call both ships in the next hour or so, allowing the two teams to reconvene with their vessels and give briefings of their own, aside from the one she'd recieved from Syrin.

Alten had watched Cavalier Eulina give her report of what had occured in the spaceport of Ko'val, and he himself looked over all the images that had been sent to them. These pirates were well equipped, and upon mention of the name Grimfist, Alten had immediately begun doing searches using his tablet. As he thumbed through it, he glanced back up at the images, pausing for a moment as he watched it. It brought him back to his days within the Corps, and the similar kind of battles he had seen. Pirates were not a fun bunch to fight, mostly because they had no desire to control the damage they caused; also because they didn't give a rats ass when it came to war crimes. As such, they would go to any length to insure their victory.

Fear especially, was one of their greatest tools and they knew it. Sometimes they'd attack people and soldiers in certain ways simply with the intention of killing as many as they could in as brutal a fashion as they could, to force their enemies to surrender. It wasn't uncommon for them to even forsake killing someone if they could leave an impression instead, doing things like locking the door to a room some sniper was hiding in and throwing a white phosphorus grenade into the room, rather than shooting the poor bastard.

Alten's movements on the pad stopped as his thoughts got the best of him, standing there staring blankly down at the tablet in front of him, hardly reading the information that sat there. His grip tightened a little on it before he closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. After a moment to calm himself, he cleared his throat and reopened his eyes, going back to scrolling through the tablet. "Admiral Xsan, what is your next plan of action? One thing I may offer is that we keep the Stella Caelator in orbit until the pirates have been removed." He then looked up to her, "I'm currently looking over information regarding the pirate Captain they mentioned and..." he looked back down to the tablet. "There is quite a bit on this particular one."

"Yes, I know and agree with you. We'll be keeping Stella Caelator in orbit. I don't plan to land on a hostile planet, not until I know we'll be safe. What I want is to speak with this... Pirate Captain Grimfist. Though that's going to be a feat in and of itself, getting Commodore Nash and Knight-Sentinel Major to agree with me. But I will definitely try. If only I can convince the man of what and why we're here, I'm sure I can make him leave without us having to fire off another shot," Arina answered as Alten gave her his opinions.

Shifting around in the seat that she was occupying, Arina turned just enough to see him clearly, "What I would like to do is get the two of them either on board for another meeting, or at least on screen with one another. We'll do that in a few hours, but I will hail them here in a moment. Their men need to brief with their own commanders after all, and I want as much information as I can get in one shot," she said, her gaze locked on Alten's without a flicker of hesitation, "There's no need for pointless fighting. Pirates are only pirates because they want something. Maybe I can find what he wants. Once I do... Then I've won," she said with a slight smile.

"In any case, tell me about this man, this Grimfist before I hail the other ships."

Alten watched her, eyes widening a bit in surprise at her thought process. Honestly, she was the first person he had had to deal with that wanted to talk down a pirate rather than just blast them into oblivion. Alten was one of those people who wanted to do nothing but wipe them from the face of galaxy. Giving them what they wanted was just...with everything they did to people for the simple sake of looting, they didn't deserve an easy way out. "A-Admiral Xsan...you can't be serious? You want to...to appease those monsters?"

He looked away for a moment, hesitant to continue. He cleared his throat though, looking back at her with a bit more vigor in his eyes. "They don't deserve anything but a bullet to the head. The things they do to people means they deserve nothing but the same in return! You just...if you just give them what they want they'll return for more eventually!" He watched her, his stance having become more tense; not because of his usual demeanor either. It was a rare feeling of anger he was feeling, though it wasn't really directed at the admiral.

Arina sighed heavily and stood up from her chair to turn and face Alten. With hands on her hip, a slightly irritated look on her face, she spoke in even tones, "Alten. People do things for a reason. I want to know what his reason is. I want to know what it is he wants. I said nothing about giving it to him. I just want to know. The art of persuasion lies in the art of lying. I know he's not deserving of what he wants. Many people are not. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to keep sending the Naval and Knights down there to be killed! I will avoid another scuffle like this one that we just encountered. Also, a scuffle that could have been avoided in my opinion, but it seems that things were kept from me for a little while."

Taking a step forward, Arina put a hand on Alten's arm, "I'm not giving in to who's obviously in the wrong. I'm just keeping those of us who are good, alive. What he deserves is not a bullet to his head, but a cell in one of the high security facilities. Where he can stay and die without hurting anyone else in the process."

Alten stood there, looking to the Admiral for only a moment before looking to the side, now a bit embaresed about his outburst. She was right, she had never said she was going to give him anything, now he just felt like an asshole. his voice was soft once again as he spoke, "Yes, your right Admiral Xsan. I'm sorry for my outburst..." He moved his arm from her hand, turning away slightly while pushing his glasses back up onto his nose before poking at the pad some.

"So then, as for Captain Grimfist. His actual name isn't known, nor is there anything regarding his background. He always commands a ship he refers to as the Hammerhead, however the type of ship it is has changed several times. Most of the things in here are reports and sighting of him, where he's attacked and such and he's got a pretty big list. He's wanted in many sectors, and is on the Federation's most wanted list; in fact, he's got a couple million on his head as a bounty. He's notorious for both his ability to evade capture, or even avoid death. Countless times he's been captured or supposedly killed, only to show up somewhere else, commanding a new vessel with a crew at his beck-and-call."

He turned to her, though avoided her eyes as he held out the tablet which had a full-body mugshot of Grimfist. The picture showed a man, with the information regarding his height of six feet six inches, weight and other details. His hair was cut very short and was black, matching his black eyes. He had plenty of scarring covering his face and whatever skin was exposed to be seen, and in the picture he was missing his entire right arm with the visible jack in which a bionic limb could be connected to at his shoulder. Another picture showed him in his actual combat gear, of the reddish power armor, the same black tricorne hat, and his massive ramshackle looking bionic arm. "These photos are of the last time he was seen and captured, about five years ago just after Ko'val was abandoned. He probably moved into the colony not long afterwards and after he escaped." he finished, glancing towards the bay window of the bridge.

Arina took the tablet from him and looked over the information. He was one hell of an opponent. Biting her lower lip gently, Arina scanned over his details before she glanced up at Alten and then back over her shoulder to the planet that was hanging in the dark expanse just outside her bay windows, "Five years after Ko'vol was abandoned and he was taken into custody. I wonder if he had anything to do with Ko'val's abandonment and being pushed into Terrocus territory. I suppose asking him is out of the question isn't it?" she said with a bit of a smile, a teasing tone to her words there at the end. She was trying to lighten the mood, especially after Alten had gotten quite upset with her.

"It is a possibility, Admiral. He would have the capability to drive off a colony not as secured as Ko'val was, especially if he caught them by surprise. However, nothing definite can be given, only inferred. Asking that...man may be the only way to get an answer." Alten said. "If you intend to contact him, then asking wouldn't hurt; just don't expect a worm like him to just give any information away..." he crossed his arms, frowning some as he kept his eyes out the port window. The Admiral's word had made sense, but that did not mean Alten was going to like them. These people didn't deserve even being talked with, nor did they deserve being locked in a cell. They deserved only to be burned, eaten, flayed alive, they deserved all the tortures that they themselves put other people through.

"The only other information I can really provide you with would be information that is not as useful to you as it would be to the Sentinel-Major and Commodore, as it is information regarding Grimfist's combat style. I'm sure though they've obtained that information as soon as they heard the name." He said.

He is angry with me, Arina thought to herself as she turned back to watch Alten as he answered her. He'd avoided all eye contact thus far and his tone said he wasn't very happy. Perhaps he did not agree with her decision to talk the man out of occupying Ko'val. But if she couldn't do that, then what good was she to anyone? She'd just be another body on a ship with no purpose at all. Maybe she should have said that, but she didn't and instead she sighed inwardly and crossed her arms over her chest, "Well then I guess I'll just have to ask the Commodore and Sentinel-Major to join me on board again. After all, your information should be shared with the ones who have to go deal with Grimfist anyway. But lets keep in mind that I would like to keep the plan B of an all out brawl as far away as possible. I know you don't like it, but... That's sort of what I'm here for, now isn't it?"

Turning slightly, she faced her group of workers who were monitoring the ships details and keeping the vessel out of the gravitational pull that surrounded the planet below, "Hail Commodore Nash and the Sentinel-Major please," she ordered. With the rapid response, the communications were opened. She would give them a few hours to let their personel rest and give reports before she expected them on board.

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Kasabian stepped off of the transport vessel that had docked itself within the engineering/docking bay of the Gallahorn. He was walking in the direction Syrin had landed her mecha, since he'd need to report to Sentinel-Major Aigidios alongside her. Or rather, it'd just make things easier that way. Walking through the bay, his helmet tucked under his arm with his shotgun slung on his back. He nodded his head to other knights as he passed, ones who were getting ready to head down and secure the spaceport entierly. As he walked towards Cavalier Eulina's mecha, he glanced up at it, whistlnig some as he did so.

"Well, that was a bit of a mess down there, huh?" He asked out loud, though he mostly spoke to himself. He chuckled some, "Good luck with the red-head." he said while shaking his head.

Syrin docked the jet mecha and the hatch split open, the loud hiss of air depressurizing hitting her ears before any other noise filtered through as the cockpit was opened to the hanger bay. Pulling herself out of the seat, she hopped up onto the top of the hatch and scanned over the entire mecha from her place a top it. A grimace took her lips as she eyed the bullet holes through a large amount of plating on either side of the mech. The black plates were all dented and scratched, ripped apart by the bullets in either clean looking holes or jagged streaks. The dents and dings were no doubt from the building nearly collapsing on her machine, and the rips and tears were most likely from the second mecha that she'd taken on towards the end of the fight.

It reminded her that the outer hull of her machine wasn't the only thing damaged and she made her way over to the catwalk to get down to inspect the area that her computer had told her had been severely damaged. Hopefully it wasn't too bad to keep her grounded on the Gallahorn, but she knew that if it came down to it, her mecha would survive no matter what. Not that Arlan would allow me to take it out like this, she thought to herself. That man was almost as bad a perfectionist as she was when it came to mechanics anyway. As Syrin climbed down to get under her machine and started inspecting it, Kasabian's voice cut through the noisy bay and she glanced over to him.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," she replied to his question of it being a mess down on the planet. She figured it hadn't really needed a response, but she did like Kasabian and thus answered him. A grin may have pulled at her lips, but it might have been hard to tell as she leaned over and peered up under the hull near the engine of her machine, eyeing the jagged wreck of metal that had come rather close to spliting the engine's coil, "Thanks, but I think I can handle Arlan just fine," she offered, still only looking up at the damage and nothing else.

Kasabian leaned over as well to take a look at the damage, pursing his lips as he looked at it. "If you say so, Syrin. If you say so." He had no idea just what kinda fight Syrin had gotten herself into down there, but clearly it had been a hefty scuffle. Though considering it'd been two mechas, and one wielding a rail-rifle of all things, it being a tough fight wasn't much of a shock. "So, were you thinking it'd be pirates we'd find down there?" He asked while standing up completely. "Kinda hope that's all it was really, might get the military off of our backs sooner than later if all we have to pick a fight with is a bunch of looters and thieves."

"I am partial to something a bit more significant than just some pirates. It'd make having to deal with the Commodore and his crew more worthwhile." A voice spoke behind Syrin and Kasabian. The Order Sergeant spun around, and immediately went to attention and saluted the Sentinel-Major as he stood there, a hand resting on the sword at his waist while his other hand rested on the handle of his pistol. "So, how about you start telling me what happened down there?" Aigidios said as he looked between the two of them.

As Syrin was about to answer Kasabian as the two of them were inspecting the damage to her mecha, the voice of the Sentinel-Major sent a chill down her spine. How he'd gotten up behind them was a mystery to her, but it was also a testament to how good he was too. Flipping around just as quickly as Kasabian, she too followed her superiors reaction and saluted their Major, "Major..." Syrin -having been caught off guard for a moment- was only able to speak the one word before her mind slowly fell into place and the events of what had happened down on the planet easily became words on her tongue.

"We were attacked. It felt as if they were trying to ambush us, which failed," Syrin started, "But as to what Kasabian has asked. I believe it is pirates we're dealing with, Sir. The rebels have certain markings on the machines they steal from the Federation. I did not see those markings. All three mechas that I engaged with the Knights came down rather easily, though the one with the rail-rifle was difficult... And the result to my machines damage," she added, glancing up at the under carriage of the mecha, the once sleek black look, now nothing more than jagged edges in more than a few places.

"I was unable to see the foot soldiers uniforms though, so my perspective alone is not enough to truly discern who we're fighting against," Syrin concluded and glanced over to Kasabian. Hopefully his encounter with the group was a little more fruitful than her's. After all, she'd only dealt with three mechas.

Kasabian watched Syrin as she gave her part of the report before looking to the Major when she finished. "I had a better view of there foot soldiers, sir, and they lacked any real uniformity in their uniforms and armor. That alone I feel hinted to them being a pirate band. They were fairly well equipped, as Syrin's report regarding the mechas. I'll admit that their organization and ability to respond to us quickly and even shoot down Sentinel Two, alongside one of Paladin's mechas showed that they were something more."

Aigidios had switched over from watching Syrin to Kasabian as he spoke, listening intently to the two of them. "However, during one engagement within the Northern storehouse, I heard them mention the name Captain Grimfist. With a name like that and how they talked about him, I feel that was enough to tell me we were contending with a pirate band."

Aigidios nodded his head, looking between the two of them. " Pirate Captain Grimfist of the Hammerhead. It is a name and face I recognize, I've dealt with him and his crew a few years back, so I'm not surprised with that name as to why they were as organized as they were. Anything else that I need to know?"

Kasabian spoke up, "We were able to secure the storehouses, and the enemy retreated back towards the city of Ko'val after Cavalier Eulina and Paladin wiped out the three mechas."

Aigidios spoke up again, "So we did actually catch them mostly unaware. Grimfist isn't dumb, nor is he one to miss a fight. He's most likely just reorganizing his troops for the full engagement." he looked between them again. "If there is anything else that needs to be said, then you are dismissed. Enjoy your rest," he then looked at the mecha, then to Syrin. "Get Arlan down here quickly, we need you up and ready to be deployed as soon as possible." He then saluted them, Kasabian returning it before Aigidios waited for Syrin's, then turned to leave.

Saluting her superior, Syrin let out a breath, "Grimfist, hu? Well he sounds great," she offered sarcastically, or rather, as sarcastically as she could manage. Turning around, she once again eyed her machine with a bit of dread in the pit of her stomach, "Arlan's going to be so pissed," she muttered. With a quick look over to Kasabian, she gave him a small nod of her head, "You should rest too, the Major will probably send us both back down. We should be expecting one hell of a fight when we do return to the surface."

Syrinโ€™s thoughts were filled on who Grimfist was aside from being a leader to the Pirate forces down on Koโ€™val. It seemed that the Sentinel-Major knew all about him, which made Syrin wonder even more. Not a lot of people got away from the Major, in fact, none that she could recall and especially if the war stories were true about him.

โ€œIโ€™ll go get Arlan. See you in a few hours, Kasabian,โ€ she said and then made her way across the hangar bay in search of the red-haired mechanic.

Kasabian nodded his head to Syrin, grinning at the mention of Arlan. "Good luck with him, Syrin." He said before turning and walking off towards the bay's exit. As he walked, he nodded to Arlan who was quickly making his way towards Syrin.

Arlan stopped in front of Syrin, looking her up and down, patting her arms and shoulders as he did so as well. "We all in one piece? Nothing out of place or too badly banged up?" he said with a grin. It was pretty clear that she wasn't hurt, or if she was it wasn't anything serious. However Arlan always found it fun to mess with her in this fashion. However, he had yet to notice the mecha and its condition, as it happened to be on his blindside and he hadn't noticed it landing when Syrin had first made it back. "I hope things didn't get too terrible down there, though even if it did you seem to be all good and fine!" He patted her shoulders and pulled his hands back to put them into his pockets. "So where's the mecha?" He asked, glancing around before his eye settled on the mecha in question.

Slowly his smile faded as he stared at it, shock taking over his features. Its beautiful black surface was marred and dinged up, much of its armor was riddled and torn, and worse yet was the engine which looked like it'd possibly have to be totally replaced. Slowly he walked up to it, just staring up at it still. Sure he knew that it was a combat mecha and that meant it would be seeing combat, but that didn't make this sting any less. Not to mention it was not a model meant to storm a hail of bullets and keep going, so clearly Syrin hadn't been all that careful with the beauty. He just stood there, jaw dropped in a look of horror.

Syrin nodded to Kasabian as he offered her a wish of luck when dealing with Arlan. It wasn't that the red haired mechanic was a difficult man to deal with, just that she knew how he was with the mecha's and anything mechanical. He liked them pristine. She did too, which meant that if she'd nearly had a heart attack after looking at her mecha, Arlan was going to be shocked and possibly angry... Definitely upset. Syrin didn't need to go far to find Arlan as he had been making his way over to her. Patting her down his usual grin was plastered on his face and that made her feel even worse.

"Yes, all in one peice, Arlan," Syrin answered him, "It was... Not a difficult fight. Just a surprise more than anything else," she answered slowly. When he asked for the mecha, Syrin sighed and moved aside as he looked around for it. It didn't take him long to find the beat up craft and when he did, she winced inwardly at his facial expression. Reaching back, she ran her hand through the loose strands of hair as she too looked back over to her jet that was marred and... for lack of a better word, destroyed really.

"Sorry, Arlan. One of the mechs had a rail-rifle. The other damage is due to a building collapsing over me, but other than that it's alright. It's not that bad," she said, trying to lighten the mood, as well as the worst-case-scenario that was most likely running through Arlan's mind as he gazed at the mecha speechlessly.

Arlan just stood there quietly before slowly looking at her, "A building?! The hell were you doing that resulted in a building collapsing on you?!? This mecha is built for speed and agility!" He flailed his arms about before walking towards it, looking it over, still a horrified look on his face. "You don't slug it out with the enemy or....smash through buildings with it! You especially don't let a mecha wieldinng a rail-rifle hit you, Syrin!!" he looked at her before back to the mecha, his arms just flopping limply at his sides as he sighed.

"This is going to take a lot of work..." He shuffled over to the engine, looking at it again. "This thing might need to be totally replaced...augh, Syrin!" He looked back to her with an exasperated look. " 'It's not that bad' my ass, woman!! I was hoping to sleep tonight but it looks like I'm gonna be up all night fixing her up." He said looking back at the mecha. "Well...you are going to go brew me up a whole pot of coffee while I get the equipment around to fix this mess!"

He turned and looked at her again, "Hell you might want to make enough for two people to pull an all nighter cause you are going to help me fix this, Syrin! That'll teach you to dodge rail-shots and buildings rather than take hits with a mecha not designed for it!" he said while pointing at her.

"I was taken by surprise, Arlan," Syrin responded when he asked her what she was doing when the building collapsed on her, but it seemed that he wasn't really listening as he continued on raging at her about the ruined mecha. With an inward sigh, she resigned herself for the verbal railing and put one hand on her hip as she watched him and occasionally glanced to the mecha as he pointed out different parts of it that were ruined.

As he looked at the engine coil, Syrin moved to keep within sight and earshot of him, though she really didn't think she needed to with his angry voice lifted louder than usual. Rolling her eyes slightly she eyed the damage with a frown on her lips, "Like to have seen you try to avoid a building and rail shots," she muttered to herself, half pouting half irritated with him. She was pretty sure Arlan had heard her too, after all she wasn't exactly whispering that part to herself, "Fine. Coffee and we'll get this repaired. I wasn't going to leave you by yourself anyway, you should know that," she said, slightly miffed by the idea and crossed her arms as she gave the mecha one last look over, plans on how to go about reparing it quickly starting to formulate in her mind.

"Goodie!!" Arlan said while walking past her, though he stopped for a moment and turned to face her. "And Syrin!" he said, pointing at her again. "Glad you're ok!" he said before turning again and marching on towards the area they stored tools. He did grumble though as he walked along, also muttering to himself what things he'd handle first and how. It was going to certainly be a long night of work, given the amount of damage on the poor mecha.

"Totally would have dodged a building...I mean it is a building! Not like they are known for running into people and things...bah, you are a pain in my butt sometimes, Syrin." he continued to mutter as he collected some tools and began walking back. The first of them was a plasma cutter, which was going to be essential for removing damaged plates as well as the engine coil, as well as two welding masks to protect their eyes, or eye in his case.. "You're lucky your actually fun to talk to and are cute or else this would be a whole 'nother kinda mess!" He then grabbed a simple wrench, as well as a pry bar then began walking back towards the mecha.

As he made it back, he dumped the stuff down on the nearby work table and began hooking up the plasma cutter. "Alrighty then, first we cut away these plates." he pointed to the pry bar for a moment before finishing up with the plasma torch. "Take that bar, and see what plates you can pry loose. Makes things quicker for both of us." He then paused, then looked at her. "After you get the coffee ready first!"

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Holt winced as she felt the medic slowly apply a second dose of salve into the wound on her face. It would be the disinfecting salve first, followed by the more powerful and helpful healing salve. The second one would actually begin the healing process, and it was astounding how well and quickly it worked. It'd probably only be a day or two before the wound would be healed up, and Aiyanna would be ready to head out into the field again. Currently she was sitting on one of the tables within the medical bay, only dressed in the rather form-fitting undersuit that one wore beneath power armor. It was designed to be comfortable, but also to assit with maintaining a constant body temperature and also to help whisk away sweat. It also served to eliminate chafing that may result from the more stiff material of the Power Armor.

She sighed as she felt the medic begin applying the second salve, which was much less painful than the first. In fact it actually felt rather nice and soothing to the wound. She and the team had returned about a half-hour ago, and had been told to report to the Commodore afterwards, something she was not looking forwards too. She didn't want to tell Nash how the recon mission went to shit so fast and how they lost Derith in the fighting, but also because Holt felt bad that she'd more than likely have to throw Ryker under the bus. Sure he kinda deserved it, and she did feel like it was his fault that it went as bad as it did, but she also wasn't a fan of singling out her fellow Sailors.

"Alright, now we just gotta bandage this up. Then you sohuld be good to go, ma'am." the medic said to Aiyanna as he waked over to a drawer to grab said bandages.

"Thank you, doc." Holt said in return while looking around. The other commandos were being patched up as well, and were stripped down to the undersuits as well. They had dropped off their equipment to the repair bay to hopefully be fixed up quickly for another possible deployment. Hopefully the whizz kid could work his magic and have them all up and running, along with a new helmet for the Petty Officer.

Ryker ground his teeth as the medic who was working to bandage up his chest pulled a little too hard to secure the wrapping. Bruised ribs, a few cracked from the heavy punch he'd recieved were probably the worst of the wounds thankfully. Scratches here and there, but otherwise he was fine. "Think you could pull any harder," he snapped at the guy who only sighed in return and kept quiet. As soon as the wrappings were tied off, Ryker pushed off the bed he'd been seated up on and waved off the young medic who'd tried to keep him seated still, "Leave it, damn it. The less of your horrid medical skills, the better I'll be."

Snatching up his military uniform from the side of the bed, he pulled on the heavy coat gingerly, unable to really lift his arms up too high. Annoyed still at his own injuries, the fight that had went to hell, and Aiyanna's snapping at him in return -not to mention taking him from the fight that he had himself convinced he could have finished- Ryker stalked toward the door. He had already heard they'd be debriefing with the Commodore and he wanted it over with as soon as possible. The only thing that kept him from leaving entirely was Aiyanna, whom he waited for, though impatiently. Ryker occupied himself with putting the uniform together, buttoning up the heavy shirt and trying to make it as pristine as possible with the limited movement while he waited for Holt.

Holt winced as the medic tightened the bandages around her head, the bandages pressing tightly on the wound before he stepped back. "Alright, there you go, Holt. You are set to go." Holt hopped down off the table, rubbing the bandaged area slightly and fidgetting a bit with one of the bandages that wrapped around her chin to help hold it in place. Another one was wrapped around her forehead, also slightly irritating and itchy.

"Thanks. Off I go to hell." She muttered the last bit to herself and began walking towards the door. As she made her way there, she looked up to see Ryker waiting there. She frowned some, mostly because she had no idea how this was going to go. It could just be akward silence, another bitch-fit from him, or anything in between. Regardless, as she figured she'd at least try to start some kind of conversation as she walked up to him. "Feeling swell, I take it?"

"Fucking great," he replied in a grumble as he eased the last button into place. Looking over to her once it was done, his frown deepened, "You look like hell," he comment shortly. With a slight shake of his head, Ryker pushed the door open and held it for her to follow after him out into the hall, "Let's go say hi to Commodore Nash, shall we?" he said as he started down the hall. He fell silent after a while, going over the details that he'd be presenting to the Commodore. After a while, as they neared where they would be meeting with the bionic equipped man, he figured it was a good idea to let Holt know what he was going to tell the Commodore.

"Don't leave anything out when you speak to him. I can cover my own ass. Besides, I'll tell it as I saw it. We were supposed to secure the area. Which is exactly what I was trying to do," he said, the tone a slight bit on the edgy side though he was doing what he could to keep it from sounding too pissed off about the situation, "Not that I expected you to try to butter it up or anything," he gave her a quick glance, a sly grin making it's way on his lips for just a moment.

"I feel like hell. I think the only reason I don't have my own broken ribs is because of my armor. But fuck that arm of his packed one hell of a punch." Holt said while rubbing her tender side as they walked. It was silent as they made their way to where Nash was waiting, Holt mulling around in her head what she was going to tell the Commodore. She still had a frown on her lips, glancing to Ryker for a moment before looking back ahead.

When they made it there, she was about to say something when Ryker beat her to the punch. She watched him, noting that he clearly was trying to keep his anger surpressed. She shook her head some, before looking at the door. "Well, least you relieved me of the guilt of throwing you into the engine of a mecha." She said before taking a deep breath and letting it on in a long sigh, "Here we go..." she said before walking forwards. The doors opened up for them as she moved forwards, walking into a rather large room that was filled with a number of technicians at work on computers. The room contained one large view screen at the back, and had a small ledge that over looked the whole room. This was the central command room, where the COs could observe and coordinate the boots on the ground. A control panel also sat on the ledge for use by the commander, in this case Nash who was standing in front of it. He was leaning forwards, his hands resting on the panel and supporting the rest of his body. He said nothing nor did he turn to look at them as Holt walked forwards.

She stopped and saluted the Commodore. "Petty Officers Holt and Vondalir here to report, sir." she remained there as Nash turned to face them. He returned the salute, Holt relaxing as he did so before he looked between the two of them.

"So, who wants to go first?" Nash asked, Holt glancing to Ryker for a moment before back to the Commodore. "How about you, Vondalir?" Nash said as he looked at the silver-haired man.

"Commodore," Ryker responded also giving the man a salute. With both hands clasped behind his back, Ryker nodded slightly as he was addressed to speak first, "We scouted the outer edge of the city, worked our way in when we found a group of people. The Drakes were disturbed by our presence so we didn't get much information aside from learning that they're Pirates with a leader by the name of Grimfist. We were attacked by the small band. After I interviened in their attack, I followed the remaining group into the city. They're heavily armed, missile launchers were probably the worst of it. Inside the city we engaged with their leader, Grimfist," Ryker frowned again, that edge creeping into his tone once more, "Unfortunately... He escaped me before I could finish the fight," a quick glance to Holt and he returned his gaze to the Commodore, "One of our soldiers was killed, Commodore, during the the scuffle."

Nash watched Ryker, quietly and unblinking before turning his eyes to Holt. "Holt?"

Aiyanna straightened up, clearing her throat. "That about covers it sir, I and my fire team had moved in to support Petty Officer Vondalir when he went into the city to engage the enemy. We held our own for a bit, but eventually they were able to force us back. Derith perished whne he was struck by missle fire from what I believe to have been the pirate leader. Vondalir and I fought with Grimfist, but when our evacuation arrived I grabbed Vondalir and retreated to the vessel to make out escape, sir." Holt finished while keeping her eyes forwards.

Nash looked at her, then back to Vondalir. "I remember telling you two, to only engage the enemy if absolutely necessary. Correct?"

"Yes, sir." Holt responded immediately.

"And now we are down a mech," he then turned his gaze to Holt, "and we lost a soldier alongside his power armor. All in an engagement that was not required of either of you. An engagement you both ran into that could have been avoided entirely, no?"

Aiyanna sounded much less confident in her response. "Yes, sir..."

Ryker's gaze shifted over to Aiyanna briefly. Her tone was unusual and honestly he didn't like it. She was a confident woman, a powerful woman. He despised the sound that she'd made. Keeping it to himself for the most part, he shifted a little to get Commodore Nash's attention off of her and back onto him for the moment, "Commodore, I'm the one who made the decision to go into the city after the rabble that attacked us. And if I may, with all due respect, we were the ones who were attacked first. I think that's reason enough for having retaliated as we did. They were fleeing to their Pirate leader in the first place, I deemed it necessary to try to snuff out any attempts at another attack in that moment. Surely that is reason enough for a necessary engagement."

Nash looked back to Vondalir, a scowl slowly growing on his face. "I'm aware it was you who made the decision, Petty Officer. However, Holt being in charge still puts some responsibility onto her. Certainly not as much as you though. And no, Ryker," Nash's voice dripped with annoyance as he said the pilot's name, "Being attacked first is not enough reason to march into the enemy's fortifications. You had ample area to retreat into, having a vast desert behind you. You had no purpose or reason to enter that city other than the fact your apparently still a child and need to get better control of your ego!" Nash was clearly angry by this point, as he wasn't even trying to keep his tone under control. " 'He hit me first' is an excuse young boys say when they don't want to get in trouble on the playground, so perhaps I should begin treating you like one until you can prove that your are capable of acting like a member of the Armed Forces."

Nash gave Ryker a hard stare, "You will be marked for insubordination, Ryker. You may have had the plan to try and snuff out the enemy right then and there, but initiative is meaningless if you do not truly consider the possible ramifications of your plans. Now until further notice, you both are to remain on The Far Reaching Wind. You are dismissed." Nash's tone had lowered as he continued on, yet it still shuddered with anger. Once he was finished he turned around and went back to leaning on the control panel in front of him.

Holt saluted the Commodore again, replying with a simple "Yes, sir." before turning and heading towards the doors to head on out.

Ryker's gaze darkened. Though he played the perfect soldier, he still utterly despised the military. Even so, it was the one thing that allowed him to vent out his anger on others without getting into too much trouble with the Federation and possibly being put behind bars. After all, if he'd gone any other path in life, he'd probably have committed murder more than a few times. He forced a salute to the Commodore, but he didn't say anything. Turning on his heel he followed after Aiyanna into the hallway. Silence followed after him, anger boiling just under the skin. Ryker was pretty sure that if he'd been armed he might have reached for the weapon. As it was, he was keeping from destroying anything within reach, but just barely. The utter desire to break someone neck was rather appealing at that moment.

After a while, Ryker couldn't contain it any longer and his fist connected with the wall along with a deep growl of anger, "Bastard," he hissed, "What are we here for then? Damned Federation. Should have just left those idiot Knight Sentinel's to go down there if all we were to do was sit back and watch. What was the point of going anyway!?" his fist pulled back and hit the same place a second time, sending a deep vibration all through his arm and into his ribs. Though it hurt, he was far too pissed off to even care

As the two of them walked down the hallway, Aiyanna kept glancing at Ryker. She could almost feel the anger emanating off of him, and she couldn't blame him; at least to a certain degree she couldn't. The Commodore had torn Ryker a new one with that scolding, honestly Ryker was lucky that Nash had kept it only to Aiyanna herself and any technitian in the command room that had decided to eavesdrop. Finally though, she watched as he couldn't ocntain it any longer and punched the wall.

She stopped, watching him as he began to vent off. She didn't say anything as he said his part, though when he punched the wall a second time, she simply sighed and walked over to him. Taking a firm hold of his hand in her own hands, she then lowered it away from the wall. "Enough, Ryker. Breaking your hand isn't a solution to the problem. We'll get our chance to get back at that Pirate, trust me."

She kept hold of his hand, moving to look him in the eyes. "We are not simply here to watch, we were just setting up for the big fight itself." She smiled a little, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, with the impression you left on Grimfist, when we go down there I bet he'll hunt for you specifically, then we'll both be able to royally kick his ass and tear him apart. We will get our chance again, just gotta give it some time. Alright?"

With Aiyanna taking his hand to keep him from hitting the wall a third time, Ryker glared down at her as she spoke, "From what it sounds like to me, Commodore Nash doesn't want to engage in anything on the planet. Which is why I question him. If he's so damned adamant about being here, then he should let us do what we're meant to do!" Ryker's voice was lowered so that only she could hear him.

Rolling his eyes on her insistance that they were going to fight the Pirate Captain again, he took a deep breath to calm down a little. She'd spoken truthfully that was for sure, and he was very hopeful that they would indeed have another shot at the asshole down on the planet because Ryker seriously wanted to tear that man apart limb by limb. After a while of looking at her and getting his anger to subside, his grin returned to his lips as he straightened a little. Still with his hand in her grip, he gave a slight chuckle, "You know, it's times like these that I really wonder if you hate me, or you like me," he teased.

She rolled her eyes at his first comment, looking back to him. "We just got to this colony, Ryker. And we've had one mission so far, cool your shorts and give it time and the Commodore will have us running down their to kill us some pirates. " She watched him for a good moment, waiting for him to relax and simmer down. Once he had, she slowly let go of his hand and looked at him, crossing her arms and grinning slightly. "You know Ryker, it is times like this that I wonder the same damned thing. Your personality is about as comforting as sandpaper most of the time, but...that ass of yours certaintly is a hard thing to ignore." she teased back.

With a larger grin, she then turned and began walking down the hallway. "Now I'd like to get changed out of this suit. It might be flattering to the form, but after a while it starts to get a little uncomfortable. Much rather get back into my fatigues, and gotta check on my armor and see how bad or long repairs are going to take for it."

Ryker's gaze followed after her, his eyes dancing with the wild light of amusement, "Funny, I could say the same thing about you," he shot back as he watched her go. After letting her get a bit of a head start, he followed after her, purposefully keeping her ahead of him, his grinning never ceasing, "Perhaps I could help you out of that... Flattering suit of yours. It looks difficult to get on and off," he said from behind her as he followed.

She slowed her pace, spinning on her heel to face him as she walked backwards, watching him. "I can feel you staring, Ryker." she said, raising an eyebrow. "And you think you are just going to get under my suit that easily?" She then stopped, crossing her arms and looking at him with a smile.

"Seems like you need to work out some frustrations, hm?" she cocked her head to the side, now just enjoying teasing him.

Ryker halted in his steps as well as she turned to face him and stopped walking backwards. Taking the last few feet to get closer to her, he leaned down a little, "I wouldn't chase after you if it was going to be easy, Aiyanna. You should know that. I like a little bite to my women and you've got plenty of that," he replied. He allowed his gaze to drop for a moment before looking back up at her.

"Maybe. But I can find other ways to release my frustrations. Unless you're inviting me, then by all means," he gave a little chuckle at that pretty sure he knew the answer to that one already. After all, it wasn't the first time he'd hit on her before.

"No you would not, Ryker. And I am very aware of it, considering how I seem to have you by the strings every now and then" She raised an eyebrow when he looked down at her before back up to her face.

"Inviting you?" she chuckled softly, lifting her hand up above him and wiggled her fingers aorund as if playing with a marionette. "Like a puppet sometimes, dear Ryker." She let her hand drop and turned her back to him, tapping her chin with her finger. "Hm...I should go check on Trinity...make sure he's getting my armor fixed up." she hummed, shifting her weight on her legs some as she looked away, grinning the whole time.

Ryker laughed again, his grin growing wider by the second. His earlier anger was completely washed away at their banter. He truly enjoyed conversing with this woman, "Maybe I'm letting you pull me around, Aiyanna," he said, leaning over her shoulder to speak the words a little softer than earlier.

Straightening, he eyed her for a moment longer as she shifted her weight from one side to the other, most likely doing that on purpose for him. After he'd watched her for a little while longer, enjoying the view considerably, he stepped around her and headed down the hall, "Well then, what are you waiting for. You still have to strip down, which I'm going to enjoy imagining while I go light a fire under our mechanics ass. How about that?"

It was her turn to stand there and watch him go, smiling before she began following after him. "Well, I guess since I'm already going to be so exposed in your imagination..." She then walked up next to him, looking ahead for a moment before she again spun on her heel, walking backwards as she looked up at him. "Then I might as well find some enjoyment in it as well."

"Besides..."she purred, again taking the lead as she sauntered past him. "The imagination is never as good as the real deal, Ryker." she finished as she began heading down the hallway towards the sleeping section where her room was.

For a moment, Ryker was a little taken off guard, but then his mind recovered and he followed after her, "Well then, if you insist. After all, you're the one in charge. It wouldn't do to ignore any... orders of yours now would it?"

Heading toward her sleeping quarters as well, Ryker lengthened his stride to keep up with her as he'd allowed her to get ahead of him once again, "I'll be taking this as your invitation, Aiyanna."

She giggled, something that she didn't often do as she continued to walk forwards, keeping her eyes ahead. "I am the one in charge, my puppet. You woudn't want to get another insubordination charge, now would you?"

Once they made it to the doorway, she then turned and looked at him. "And no dear Ryker, not an invitation. As you said, it's an order." she winked as him as she slipped into the room, humming to herself.

"Well then," Ryker cooed softly as he entered the room as well. As soon as the door slid shut, he crossed the small room and snatched up her arm, "Allow me to assist you," he offered as he turned her around with her arm in hand, "Got a few days to pass on board, I suppose a little side tracking wouldn't hurt," he said with a bit of a laugh to the tone and leaned down to get a kiss if she'd let him, that or he'd get quite the punch which he didn't mind either.

"No, I think some side tracking would not be a problem at all, my dear Ryker." As he leaned into her, she grinned at him and all softness was gone as she suddenly pulled him down into a forceful kiss, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him into her. As she did so, she pushed him back up against the wall before pulling back ever so slightly, giving him a smile that seemed both seductive and sadistic at the same time.

"Or it might, hard to say." She pulled him back into the kiss, keeping him pressed up against the wall as she did so. Her hands remained on his collar, just to make sure he couldn't escape her so easily.

The sudden kiss was unexpected but definitely not unwanted. Hitting the wall, he groaned a bit in pain, wincing for a moment as she pulled away. Even so, his wild grin never left his lips even as he growled to her, "That hurt."

A second later and she was kissing him again. Dropping his arms around her waist he held her in place just as she held him there and deepened the intimate touch. It was most likely going to be a while before they left to go see to the repairs on their equipment. Ryker didn't care at all either way.

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Trinity eyed the mecha in front of him. The right shoulder was quite literally destroyed, the cockpit was mangled and in horrible need of repair. On the other hand, the power armor that belonged to Petty Officer Holt was also just as much a disaster as the mecha. Trinity wasn't sure which one to start on first. Both were going to need a lot of time to get in working order again. Not to mention a brand new helmet for the power armor because the other one hadn't been brought in with the armor.

For a moment, Trinity was seriously at a loss in what to do with the two pieces of armor. After a few seconds of staring at the machines a little more, he finally got moving with a bit of a sigh and a shrug to his shoulders. Dragging out all sorts of equipment, Trinity decided that the power armor would be the easiest to fix. If they were to be back on the planet soon, he was sure Petty Officer Holt would want to be one of those to go. Not that he didn't think Petty Officer Vondaliar wouldn't want to either, it was just a matter of whose he could get done quicker.

So he set to work on stripping the metal plating off. Most of it he could salvage and repair simply by reshaping the thick, heavy metal. The other portions he would have to patch up with peices of the same metal. It would take some time, but at least nothing electrical needed any work, just the armor plating. As for the mecha... Trinity glanced over to the large machine, a grimace crossing his face for a moment before he turned back to stripping the power armor. The mecha needed electrical work which would take a while longer, not to mention the sizeable repairs needed for the right shoulder and cockpit.

He sighed softly to himself before he was completely lost in his work, his teeth clamping down on one of the tools he had in hand as was his habit.

Aiyanna walked into the bay, a smile on her face with her hands behind her head as she moved. She was dressed in her fatigues, enjoying the loose feeling of them after having been wearing the undersuit for as long as she had. That and having Ryker on her also was a bit of work. She chuckled softly to herself, it was a good stress reliever for the two of them, that was for sure. It was definitely something she needed after the events of that day; getting pelted with bullets, losing Derith, getting the tar beat out of her by Grimfist, her shouting match with Ryker, and then getting torn down by the Commodore. Some might have considered it to be a bit lewd of her to have spent some quality time with Ryker as she had, but she could care less at this point. She was feeling good now and that was what she had really needed.

She looked around the bay, trying to see where Trinity might be. It was a buzz of activity as crewmen moved about, loading and unloading gear, getting weapons and mechas prepped, and simply making sure they were ready should the word go out that they were needed for deployment. She knew though that Trinity would be the one working on her gear, as considering how few the suits of power armor were, the Navy wanted their ebst engineers working on it and Trinity was one of best on board of The Far Reaching Wind.

She nodded and waved to some engineers as she walked along, making sure to keep out of the way of them as she continued along, eventually stumbling upon who she was looking for. She shook her head, chuckling softly at the sight of him with a tool in his mouth. She had no idea how he could stand doing so, considering how dirty they probably were. Then again she wasn't really one to judge people for their...oddities. As she approached, she could see he was working on her suit of armor; she grimaced slightly as she glanced at him at work. Clearly there was a bit that needed to be patched up, and she rubbed her bruised side from where she had been smacked by an arm she was sure was more of a crane rather than an arm.

"How is it going, Trinity?" Holt asked as she approached, hands in her pockets. "The damage bad?" she stopped a few feet from him, not wanting to get in the way of his work and possibly mess something up.

Trinity, develed deep in his work, hardly heard anything Holt said until she asked about the damage. A little surprised that she was there, Trinity leaned back on his heels as he'd been kneeling down and tilted his head back to give her a rather comical look, screw driver sticking from his mouth and all. Bright eyes were wide as he looked at her and cocked his head off to the side in confusion before the question finally registered in his head.

"Ah!" The screwdriver fell right out from between his lips at his exclamation and clattered to the metal floor. With a wide grin, the mechanic got up and brushed himself off to face her, "Yeah... It's going to be a lot of work. But nothing I can't fix up for you within a day," he said grinning brightly at her. Glancing over to the mecha he sighed a little, a bit of a nervous laugh entering his voice as he addressed that issue.

"But uh... That ones going to take a little longer," he said, motioning to the mecha, "I hope Vondalier isn't going to be too upset about it..."

She chuckled as he leaned back, staring at her upside down, head titled to the side while his eyes widened. The screwdriver in his teeth really made the image, and she shook her head in amusement as he finally "recovered"

She removed her hand from her pockets, crossing her arms as she listened to him, glancing to her power armor as he talked. She was still smiling at the mention that the armor would up and ready to go soon. However, as he indicated the mech, her smile faded as she looked at the mess. "I can imagine it will, but as for Ryker...eh I think he'll be fine. We won't be deploying for a while so neither of us are really in any big of a rush."

She kept her eyes on the mecha, just thinking about the man with the crane for an arm latched onto its side. She pouted some before looking at him, "Least we keep you busy, huh? Well that and freaks with a strange choice of fashion."

Nodding enthusiastically, Trinity turned back to the plates of armor that he'd stripped from the power armor, "Oh yes. Always busy. Can't complain about that I suppose, but still. I wish you guys wouldn't be so prone to destroying your stuff. I guess it's alright this time since I'm not rushed or anything. I'll get it done quickly!" he said, glancing over to her and giving a nervous smile, "Don't worry about that, but... You know... At least you're not deploying like... in an hour."

Laughing a bit, Trinity looked back to the plates and pulled one up onto the table he was standing next to. Adjusting it around so that he start cutting off the torn peices of metal, he pulled out a rather large looking tool and set to snipping away at the ragged edges so that he could weld on a new peice, "What about freaks with a strange choice of fashion?" Trinity asked as he worked, curious at her interesting set of words.

She nodded her head, glad to know it wouldn't take to long. She turned back to look at him when he ask about her statement. She pulled a nearby box that she could sit down upon, moving it so that she could use Ryker's mecha to lean against. "Well, it is the reason our stuff got a little...well really banged up. A pirate captain with a tricorne hat, and what I'm pretty sure is suppose to go on excavators or industrial assembly lines attached to his right shoulder as an arm. A bit of a flamboyant pirate, really."

She looked over to Trinity, "If I hadn't been tossed around by it, I honestly wouldn't have believed my own eyes." She looked up at him, leaning forwards with her elbows on her knees, pointing at Trinity. "Word of warning for you. If a guy in power armor is flying around with a jetpack and is threatening you with a crane he stuck to his shoulder, either get the hell out of there, or curl into a ball and hope he takes pity on you. Cause it is really going to suck when he punches you with it."

"Good God, I hope I never have to get punched by something like that," Trinity replied with wide eyes and a look of horror on his face, a bit pale also in color. He kept his gaze trained on the plate of armor he was adjusting though as he carried on the conversation with Holt.

"He sounds really scary though. One hell of a pirate... I knew they were scavangers but... That's some creativity right there," Trinity's voice trailed off, "I'd like to see that arm of his though... Wonder what makes it work and on a human body, to have that kind of fire power... Enough to destroy a mecha and power armor and not wreck the body... I wonder if I could adjust it..." His voice trailed off as he fixed a peice of metal to the plate so he could start welding, his ideas flowing as he spoke though. His interest in another peice of machinery getting the best of him.

"Great, now you've got him going on a ramapage. He'll probably try to create something like it later you know," Ryker's voice came from the other side of his mecha as he walked over to them. Trinity, of course, didn't hear him at all as he slid a pair of heavy goggles over his eyes and got ready to power up the welding tool to join the metal together, still mumbling to himself.

"I hope you never do either, Trinity. Also cause it means you are somewhere you don't belong." She listened to him as he spoke, waiting for a moment to say her own piece. However, she recognized the way his voice sounded, not to mention how he kept going and going. Sighing and hanging her head, knowing now that there was no hope of talking to him, she lifted her head up to the sound of a new voice in the conversation.

"You are probably right, Ryker. And now I'm worried." She looked over at him, "I vote that you get to be the guinea pig when he does get it built. It'll give you something more to do while we are stuck on the ship. It'll also be pretty fun for me to watch, I think." she said while leaning back against the mecha.

Ryker scoffed at her, "Hell no I'm not going anywhere near what the little idiot makes. Last thing I need is a fucking metal arm. I like my limbs just the way they are, thank you," he responded heavily, crossing his arms over his chest and also leaning against his mecha, off onto one leg, the other tucked across the one bearing his weight.

"Did you ask him how long this will take?"

"You don't want a limb to match the captain? I think you'd enjoy it." she said while yawning and stretching her arms above her head before looking at Trinity. "Well, my armor is only about a day or so." She then looked up at the mecha. "This bud here though?" she said while patting it. "Not so much, he said it was going to be a bit before he can get it up and running again. Considering you took several direct hits from a rockets, I can't imagine why it might take that long." she said while shooting him a grin.

"Perhaps you need to work on your agility there, Mr. Vondalir. Perhaps then you can properly kick the ass of a pointed-hat-wearing-loud-mouth."

"Ha! It's not the agility I need, it's heavier armor. Maybe a little more maneverability. Or maybe I'd just like to get out and kick his ass with my bare hands. Snap his neck nicely between my fingers," Ryker shot back, the growl that started at the beginning of his words slowly receeded into a cruel sounding tone as his lips curved up into his signature grin again.

"I'll properly be kicking his ass once we get back down on Ko'val. Don't worry about that at all, Miss. Holt," he finished, glancing down at her as she shot him a grin.

"Well if your plan is to kick his ass bare handed, then good luck to you Ryker. Because unless he decides to ditch his power armor, it might not be a fight that'll be in your favor." She stood up, placing her hands on her hips as she peeked over to Trinity working before back to Ryker.

"You're quick, but it only does so much when your blows aren't even going to phase him." She walked over to him, pointing to his ribs. "And when his blows are going to do far more right back." she brought her hand back to her hip. "I say, just wait till you mechs fixed up and then you can squish him. Besides I think it'll be more satisfying for you if you do that." She then turned herself to look up at it.

Arching an eyebrow he grinned at her, "You can't possibly be worried about my wellbeing, are you, Petty Officer Holt?" he asked her after she'd pointed out his cracked ribs. Even so, she was right in what she said. He probably would enjoy squishing the bastard for more than breaking his neck.

With a slight hum to himself, he nodded his head a little, "Yes, I think you're right about that one," he said, mostly to himself as he was now depicting the little asshole between the hands of his mecha, squirming and screaming.

"I am worried about that pirate winning, Ryker. At least you won't try to kill me, so I prefer you alive over him." she said while looking at him. "You are also probably a bit more hygenic than he is also, so another point in your favor." She looked over to Trinity, watching him for a moment before looking back at Ryker. "And of course I'm right!" she said smiling and turning to walk off. "Don't you know a woman is always right? Let me know when you have it fixed up, Trinity! I'm off to get something to eat because damn am I hungry..."

"Only certain women," Ryker responded lightly, and turned to follow her, ignoring Trinity entirely, "And I can only imagine why you're so hungry," he teased, and went with her. Trinity, having not heard a single word, buried himself in the repairs as well as thoughts of how he was going to create a powerful bionic arm. That was sure to be interesting.

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