"I'm going backs to the ship-- I gots guns to clean." Said Enzo. There was a certain look in his eyes. It wasn't angry or sad, but somehow it seemed impulsive. He turned around and looked at Smith again.

"And sends along one of those airbikes, I'm gonna hit the town in style."

Panther continued into the assembly area, while he had no trouble getting there he could tell the fighting had come to an end. Nevertheless he began to look around carefully to make sure the black goo things were not around and continued to the Depot. His caution was lowered with the sound of guns being absent and was not taking his own search seriously but felt necessary anyway so he could say he did something.

He was planning later to see if the station had a gift shop, Panther was beginning a collection of various hoody jackets after all.

Smith appeared to calmly think about what the doll-like individual said out loud. Inside though, he felt disgust. 'Nekos. Always partying, getting drunk and then &%#@ing themselves silly. And this is completely indecent! And a Neko of her size? What kind of man would -- No. I already know the answer to that unfinished question. I refuse to go any further into thought about it.' Smith forced down the memories of her forcing him to come along to the clubs full of blaring music, filled with dumb, clueless individuals. Mr. Smith hated clubs; the drinks tended to be only ok anyways. Still, he was a professional damn it! "I personally prefer some place more quiet, but I suppose a club would be an enjoyable change of pace." He spoke out loud. 'Yeah right.' he thought.

Mr. Smith quickly messaged the little abomination and answered it.

"I am not an expert when it comes to volumetrics, but I can only guess that it can be used to do so with some modifications, though, I am just as likely to be wrong. If you're worried about standing out, it's best to bring this up with your entire crew, not just me. And, some place loud is the best place to avoid being overheard."

"As far as we can tell" Dyna answered Zeta "Most of the employees managed to get out after the first signs of trouble. thankfully, those that didn't make it were Yamataian citizens with backups, so all we have to do is notify the government and give our employees one hell of a bonus check when they get back." the tiny girl answered, looking over the Mercenary.

"You guys fight okay, but try not to kill each other, or threaten any Origin personnel ever again. Next time the OriSec team won't have such a forgiving leader." the Ex-neko warned, turning to her team and dismissing them to search the factory for any last enemies, they were soon off, the sound of boots clomping around everywhere as they sought to secure the facility before anyone could come in to investigate or clean up the mess.

Zeta nodded. "Believe me lady no one would like shooting match between you and us less then me," she said and looked and Vincenzo. "Enzo... he got through a lot. We all did. Please forgive him. We just came back from fithing NMX and that scars you a lot. He is pretty nice guy when he wants to. Thanks for not shooting him." Zeta said. She then nodded againg and walked back Smith and others. He was just talking about places to go. "Well I myself preper a pub with good rock music where you can sit, have a good beer and chat with people. If there is place like that here Smithy, why not go there?" She said to Smith.

Over at the hangar bay, the Origin engineers who were getting to work on making the requested modifications to the Courier A2 watched Daxle walk right into the where the in-ship Hangar was going to replace approximately half of the cargo space.

"Hey," One of them asked politely as he was carefully rerouting various pipes and wires before the welders got to work, "This is a dangerous area, man," He rapped his knuckles on his hard hat, "If you got an inquiry 'bout this vessel, take it up with those guys over there. They own it!" He motioned to Sebastian and John, who were standing near Aerin, well away from the workings of the Vessel.

John had his nose buried in a risqué magazine that was hiding under his sweater, whilst Sebastian had acquired a cup of tea from a nearby kiosk, sipping it slowly. White with two sugars.
"I wonder what he wants?" Sebastian asked John quietly, who looked up with a slight blush, his thoughts were momentarily elsewhere.
"Ah- Dunno," He responded before getting his head back in the gutter.

Sebastian tutted and frowned, "You realise that you're not that subtle."
"Shuddup..." John mumbled, "I read it for the articles," To which, Sebastian chuckled.

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Back at the Factory, Luca and company had moved outside as the rest of OriSec were sweeping up what was left and assessing the damage, trying their hardest to overlook the damage caused by the Phoenix crew.

They eventually got themselves to a hotel that was very far away from the factory, and close to the Entertainment that was spotted nearby. There also happened to be an Onsen nearby with an explosion-shaped hole in the ceiling, and another hotel with someone investigating a television that'd been dropped out the window, as well as a few missing walls.

"Fantastic!" Luca smiled as he examined the hotel that was just across the road with the holes, "This place reminds me of Nepleslia fair!"
"'pparently a big arse frame with a Mishhu tore through 'ere while a frame crew wos relaxin' at the bath'ouse," Melissa said as she found a newspaper nearby and flicked past an article on the third page.

She then sighed as she realised what this entailed, "Well that's jus' great. Fer once I thought we'd be having a peaceful 'oliday."
"I agree," Luca rolled his eyes as he realised this fact too, and realised that he'd dragged himself and his crew into what appeared to be another warzone - On the bright side, they'd dealt with the immediate threat, and hopefully things would be calmer for a few days.

There was also a pub brimming with goodies just around the corner too, and the familiar smell of malt-liquor wafted through the air. A video games arcade was around the corner, and had some virtual-reality simulations. There was also a strip club and a magazine library in the immediate vicinity too.

From the hotel lobby, Seiren messaged Smith, interested in getting his hands on a LEAF.



Contented with this message, he headed over to a vending machine and bought a bag of chips, the munched down heartily on the meager meal as he waited for a response.

The Elysian in the group wasn't particularly a fan of any of the immediately available options, but going back to the ship currently wasn't an option. Well then, to the lesser of these evils he would venture...

"Zeta, I do believe we've stumbled upon that which you seek." He gestured toward the pub. "Looks like the sort of place, in any case, but I'm no expert." He offered his arm. "Regardless, I'd feel much more comfortable there I believe. Care to join me?"

Zeta ditched the armour before they left the factory. She returned it to OriSec with a borrowed plasma rifle and chubby. She walked outside and stretched. When she tried to move her right cybernetic arm it was kinda stiff. She must have Arin have a look at it later.

When Uriel talked to her she looked at place he pointed to. "Yeah that seem good and bloody hell yeah, I am for it. You going with us Smithy? You look like you could use few beers yourself." She answered to Uriel and then asked Smith her own question. She could really use some R&R after this. "And what about yer captain? You with us?" She asked Luca too.

Back at the Big Bird, Enzo was going through his collection from the factory in his makeshift bed in the cargo hold. Jewelry and papers littered the bed along with his guns. He had all of them out and was counting each piece of equipment, loot, and ammo available to him.

Satisfied with his inventory and also bored for the moment, Enzo reloaded his weapons and holstered his new Peashooter again before heading back out the door and into the station. He still had some pent up rage from before, so he set out towards the entertainment district to find some trouble. And Vincienzo Bortelli always finds his trouble.