RP Concluded [Motoyoshi Rising] To A New Star

Bridge - ISS Shiori

"Another saved one!" Lumi shot back, managing to contain themselves long enough for Yuki to at least line up for the clamp. "That's right, guuuuide it in." The Helashio called with a little snicker. All the systems set to shunt off or turn over to the Evenstar when they were properly docked was something that they had been maintaining along with their other duties, during their lovely time under the sea.

Lumi only somewhat regretted opening the video file he was sent in his head, it made it way less obvious to someone not paying attention why the fluffy-tailed alien had to hide the funzone against the console, and that was never going to work, so they had to just press their thighs together and act (poorly) nonchalant about it.

"We're here! Ohn-yesss!" They cried, moving their drone to fly pretty low to be in the way of things. "On your go then." There would not be leaving without the CO going, so Lumi decided to pipe in, "Hiiii~!" To Hitomi.

Eidan stood tall on the bridge, his eyes fixed on the flawless docking of the ISS Shiori with the massive Evenstar cruiser. A sense of pride and anticipation welled up within him as he contemplated the adventures that awaited them on this imposing vessel. Despite the seriousness of their mission, he couldn't suppress a chuckle at Lumi and Yuki's playful banter. It was a reassuring sign that their spirits remained high.

Amid the preparations for disembarkation, Eidan couldn't help but overhear the ongoing conversation between Beldagor and Kazumi. He recognized that they held certain reservations about Yamataians, which were not entirely unfounded. However, Eidan saw this mission as an opportunity to challenge those perceptions and demonstrate that the Motoyoshi Clan was something different. He didn't interrupt the discussion but made a mental note to address these concerns later.

"Great work, everyone," Eidan addressed the crew on the bridge with a warm smile. "Let's prepare to disembark and discover what lies ahead on the Evenstar. Remember, we're here to make a positive impression and showcase our clan's values."

With one last admiring glance at the colossal Evenstar cruiser through the viewport, Eidan took the lead as the crew gathered their belongings and proceeded through the docking port. They made their way to the awaiting trains, which would transport them deeper into the heart of the massive vessel.

ISS Evenstar​

As they settled into the train on their way to the Evenstar's bridge, Eidan couldn't help but comment with a hint of humor, "This ship is immense. Well, let's enjoy the ride to the bridge. It feels a bit like heading to the principal's office, doesn't it?"

ISS Shiori to Evenstar
Tomoko followed behind Eidan, trying to contain her excitement and maintain a composed demeanor as they made their way to the Evenstar's bridge. She couldn't help but be in awe of the sheer size and grandeur of the ship. The train ride itself felt like a journey within a journey, adding to the anticipation building up inside her. As Eidan made the comment about heading to the principal's office, Tomoko let out a soft laugh. "Indeed, it does feel like that," she replied, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "But I believe we carry the spirit of the Motoyoshi Clan with us, and we will make a positive impression wherever we go."

She looked around at the rest of the crew, a sense of camaraderie and determination settling within her. She couldn’t wait to explore the evenstar, and to what kind of adventure will be ahead of them.

Bridge (But not the right one as of ten seconds ago)

Expecting, she wasnt quite sure, the ship to shake or make a greater indication that it was docked Kazumi was at least excited by virtue of Lumi's sheer personality bleeding over even to her wooden mask right until the voice spoke up over speakers and systems and she flinched on reflex at the surprise.

"Trains..." She drew out the word, suddenly recalling that she had never actually seen a train in person. Ever the dullard when it came to any topic about space she wondered if there would be little durandium tracks in the halls let alone how it would fit in them. Maybe it was one of those little carnival trains barely a meter tall with tiny little cabooses they would sit in?


Evenstar

It was not, in fact, tiny cabooses. Neither were there little metal tracks in the halls which, in hindsight was a bit silly if dissapointing.

She couldn't yet agree with Tomokos sentiment as she sat there, however, legs together and hands clasped on her lap though it was more of a lack of exposure than sentiment. She was new to the organization of the Motoyoshi and most of the feats of Empress Katsuko and many of the greater members of the clan were well before her time and footnotes for study rather than more recent events in her schooling. Even the sector of space the clan governed might as well have been across the sector from her own home.

Her entire exposure to the clan had been through osmosis, hearsay, second-hand knowledge, a bit of actual if lacking study, and...

She looked from her peripheral vision at Lord Eidan and the previous encounter outside his quarters with his burgeoning harem and wondered if Eidan had been exiled out of embarassment for some reason on the Shiori or if he was actually important enough to warrant a meeting beyond formality between ship captains.

Despite what little she knew of him or his history or position in the clan. When so many people had the surname of Motoyoshi it was rather confusing to keep track of for someone whose name had been literally decided due to the color of her horns and her mothers' beauty. Before he had simply been the lord and it had been enough, but now with everything developing she had only just finally taken the time to take notice of Kazumi and decided it might take the side of caution to actually pay attention and learn more.

"Are you in trouble, Lord Eidan?" Kazumi broached the subject at a school principal summoning him, them, to the bridge, "You won't be held responsible for not intervening between what occurred between the Cemlees and the Mococos, will you?"

Kazumi decided it might do well to start actually paying attention more often instead of aimlessly wandering as her mind wandered aimlessly.

YUKI

ISS Shiori

Yuki looked over to Tomoko with a friendly smile, "Likewise, I was referring to sir stench armor in all his odorous glory. Never have I had issues with Nekos." she responded kindly. As she was about to turn back around in her seat she about choked when Lumi shot back in response to her custom lewds. Thankfully Eidan saved the day with news that it was time to disembark. After disembarking the Evenstar she followed Eidan, walking next to Tomoko on their path to the train.

ISS Evenstar

When they arrived to the train she settled in next to Tomoko looking over the crew that had come with them. It was interesting to see which bonds had formed over their various times together. Yuki could not help but release a light, playful giggle at Kazumi's questioning of Eidan. "Eidan, in trouble? I doubt it, especially in this scenario. If he is, I suspect that I will be dragged into the boss' office soon after." she noted in polite interjection.

Beldagor had taken the insult dealt in stride aboard the Shiori-the Norian would likely not prove a foe worthy of taking her spirit for his armor.

As the barbarian settled into the train, he simply shrugged at the gossip, adjusting the hydraulic pressure yet again-it was getting both easier and harder to move in his suit even at these levels as the weight steadily bore down on him-but the readout gave no indication of something being wrong, and he couldn't see anything wrong. "I don't know much about the Motoyoshi, or their affairs-so it's hard to say." He responded to the girls' gossip. ("Then again it's not really our business.") He muttered in Valhallan as he examined one the servoes on his arm-no leak there...

Train? Tram? (What is the nomenclature in this scenario?!)

"Ah," Kazumi sounded relief at Yukis' answer. Having a potential troublemaker for a boss was not her ideal scenario. What could only be worse if he was one of those heroes that popped up in media from time to time from some of the extraordinary and almost unbelievable things they did. While Kazumi could easily picture herself as some kind of hero in a legion standing on a mountain of bested foes with all kinds of cool scars and wind blowing her hair through her horns she could read between the lines of the crews and comrades dragged in such figures wakes who even with soul transfer technology didnt always make it.

At that she gave Beldagor a sidelong glance, pitying people like his who only lived the one life and without transferring into a new body didn't share the pseudo-immortality that many in the star empire had. No, she was content with a possibly boring if eccentric boss with his woefully male-barren harem and simply cataloging flora for the next few years and maybe getting to do some possible terraforming.

"Yes, I'm out of sorts as well," Kazumi admitted to Beldagors quiet comment after a moment. She had already kind of gotten used to Bel's unique atmosphere of his armor. Looking around she assumed most of them were of the same sentiment; Elves, Nepleslians, foreigners, oni, and others all non-neko of the Motoyoshi now and even Lord Eidan as what she assumed a Minkan or Geshrin and wondered if that was intentional or by coincidence. Taking Yukis statement as an invitation to ask, Kazumi decided to do a little digging on her new companions.

"Oh?" Kazumi asked, inviting Yuki to continue on the statement as a part of her remembered what she saw in Eidans quarters earlier and wondered in there was a double meaning to which boss would be dragging her into their office though she left it unsaid and just a little flutter in her maidens soul. "Have you been piloting the Shiori long then?" She asked, assuming her a Yamataian-elf long since in the sector and not as the Norian she was.

Such things eluded her in nuance such as only recently learning that Leon was a Red and not a normal nepleslian despite him likely saying as much once she was couldnt recall, and also not knowing if Eidan was a Minkan or a Geshrin.

It was obvious what Kazumi was, she was rather proud of that. Though if she ever met an operator she suspected she would have some choice words for them or their creator about the proper way horns should look.

ISS Shiori to Evenstar

Leon legit looked confused at the word principal. But he was wise enough to not let the others a chance to focus on his completely unorthodox means of education, increasingly not paying attention to the others. Thinking of his time with his mother's KinNet and then under Old X's tutelage, he couldn't help himself from looking at the cybernetic prosthetics he was stuck with. "Weak." he said under his breath, barely audible by even the keenest of ears. He then snapped out of it, hopefully before anyone realized what was going on.

"Hey Eidan-sir, do you think we are going to have any downtime any time soon?"

Port Nacelle Station

Kuroko merely sat, quietly, on the train until it pulled into the station, with a sort of unreadable expression on her face and her hands tucked under her arms as they crossed across her chest, looking out the window at the blur of the support walkways alongside the tracks outside. This station, the port side where the docking ring met the nacelle pylon, was where the T-intersection where the two gravity planes met. At the station's upper level, the gravity pointed inwards, so that the clockwise and counterclockwise trains that serviced the docking port could run around the perimeter and it seemed natural- the curvature of the huge ring, several kilometers around the perimeter, was gradual enough it seemed the train was flat and level. However, at the station, gravity and perception got a bit strange. The "upper level," such as it was, intersected the "lower level" at the perpendicular, with a great hole in the center, between the two sets of tracks, surrounded mostly by railings. The part that was not, which came from "underneath," relative to the ship's beam, was a steeply-curving pathway "down."

It appeared people, drones, and cargo were casually walking down the precipice into the hole, yet none fell. They clung to the edge until they disappeared past the curvature. It was a hyperbolic pathway, and to the people walking "down" from the upper level, it seemed to be they were actually walking uphill. However, as they reached the midpoint, even though it appeared to be still walking uphill, the gravity shifted, making it feel as if they were walking downhill. To those aligned with the gravity of the main body of the ship, the new arrivals seemed to appear from the underside of the floor, deftly flipping upright as they crested the edge. It was a surreal image, and experience, no matter one's perspective, but quite easy to navigate. The other side of the station, there, were the trains that ran transversely, athwartships, through the center axis of the ship to the center, and, eventually, the other side. It was the center station that was the destination, where the lift down into the depths of the ship would take them to the bridge that lay within.

"Come-on, Eidan-kun. Don't be afraid of the hole." Kuroko teased as she bumped into him deliberately to get off the train first.

center Station

Kazumi did what all exciteable youths did when the train decelerated; She leaned generously against the force of the stopping tram at a slightly comical angle while her long-nailed fingers on one hand braced against one railing to keep her from overextending and flying into beldagor like a horned blue missile. When the tram finally stopped after thaty she was only a step behind; Feet sliding and shuffling over the lip and into the central station has her hair flew comically about like a sheet in the wind as she looked about left and right and left again. She wholeheartedly agreed with the Nepleslian mans sentiments and looked about frantically for something as if it would materialize by her desire which could easily be misinterpreted for amazement at the location and impressive marvel of inter-logistical transportation.

"Amidships central maintanence... Central lift acces..." She mumbled, shuffling about the blue skinned oni looked towards those who should technically know best without needing to involve the ships AI; The ones who served on ships for a living and those who had spent long on them as she cocked a side eye to her fellow Shiori crewmen.

"Miss Yuki, Miss Lumi. Where does a ship like this have somwhere to eat?" Her stoicism hid Kazmumi's ulterior motives hoping a ship large enough to be considered a Flagship would at least have a bar or nice resturant not that she knew much better.

center Station
Tomoko followed the others as they disembarked from the tram, taking in the surreal experience of the hyperbolic pathway. She adjusted to the shifting gravity with practiced ease, her nimble footsteps carrying her effortlessly as she made her way towards the center station. Upon hearing Kazumi's question, Tomoko smiled warmly.

"Ah, Kazumi-chan, you're in luck!" Tomoko replied with a hint of excitement. "A ship of this size is bound to have some excellent dining options. There should be a cafeteria or mess hall for the crew, and I'm sure there are more upscale restaurants for officers and guests. Let's find the lifts first and head to the officer's deck. They usually have the best dining facilities. I heard they even have a zero-gravity dining area with a panoramic view of the stars."

The pylon station was rather spartan, and dedicated almost-solely to the loading and unloading of passengers and cargo from the docking ring and then routing them elsewhere to their ultimate destination aboard. It was serviced mainly by vending machines and a few fast food kiosks of the sort one sees in an out of the way transit station. These seemed to be patronized primarily by the personnel who worked in the station, from the large number of deckhand and steward class types around them. The yawning opening of the Hyperbolic pathway with its ramp and moving walkways featuring lanes for the forklift robots pushing cargo pallets, however, was crowned by large digital signage promising that Central Station held delights that surpassed that of the merely average food court, and was nearly an entire shopping and dining district unto itself.

YUKI

Train

Yuki's ears twitched at the Valhallan's muttering, unsure of what he muttered after his comments on the Motoyoshis' affairs. She shrugged it off, looking back to Kazumi offering a gentle nod of support in the apparent relief evident in the dai oni's voice. While they did get up to mischief every now and then, in her experience so far, work was time for work not play. Such things tended to be left for after watch hours or when it was off duty time.

Thoughts began to wander into her next art project when her ears perked up at Kazumi's question. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts about what she had been asked about, thought her eyes lit almost instantaneously with mischievous joy. "Well, if he's in trouble for what happened than I'd happily be right there as well." she shrugged a bit. There was not really much more they could have done one way or the other in that scenario. "Oh, me? Umm.. well sometime after I arrived with the other norians in YE 44. Not really sure how long exactly, that time was a," she trailed off into brief silence as painful memories surface. Shaking her head in an effort to shake the memories off she continued, "It was all such a blur, but definitely sometime after YE 44."

Though she heard Leon's question, her attention remained with Kazumi as she did not want to seem rude diverting her focus so abruptly. "Perhaps we will be having some down time, at least to get settled in." she thought to herself. It would certainly be nice to work on that strawberry painting she had in mind, perhaps the Evenstar would have more supplies as she was running low in a few colors.

Port Nacelle Station

As the train was decelerating in preparation to stop Yuki caught a glance of Kazumi's adorable actions. It elicited a genuine smile from the artsy youth. When it was finally time for her to disembark she carefully stood up so as not to jostle into anyone who might have been next to her. Slowly her eyes looked about, catching a glance at what appeared to be jest from Kuroko directed at Eidan. Her hand quickly whipped up to cover her mouth as she attempted to stifle a snort like giggle at the comment about, "the hole".

After disembarking she shuffled along coming to a stop next to the adorable mumbling Kazumi. When she heard her name it caused her ears to twitch a bit drawing her gaze with a soft hum of curiosity. "What Tomoko said!" Yuki piped up. "Shall we? The zero-gravity dining sounds like quite the experience, not to mention the artistic inspiration such a view of the stars would be." she mused. "Kazumi, what is it you're able to eat? I only ask, because I want to make sure we pick somewhere everyone can enjoy." She looked around a bit to see if there was somewhere to acquire paint supplies while waiting for the others to indicate they were also ready to move towards the food area.

Central Transit Hub Station

The trip from the pylon station to the central one was short, and, while the shopping and dining at the Central Transit Hub Station was extensive, only a little time was given to note the retail outlets and grab some fast food before the chimes that indicated the next train to the Central Transit Bow Station was arriving. And, as the flashing signs and repeating messages warned, it would only remain for a short time before departing. Uniformed Merchant Spacy crew and Yugumo Personnel intermixed in a colored river through the array of civilian clothes of off duty personnel and residents as they all streamed into the arriving train. The car at the rear bore the Azure Legion emblem and Motoyoshi mon, and no one else approached it, let alone boarded it.




"Eidan! Kuroko! Get everyone down here now!"

Hitomi used the open public address, her voice omnipresent and thunderous, like that of an angry, invisible god. It seemed as if, for a moment, time stopped– everyone looked upwards and around, frozen in place and the susurrus of a thousand conversations ceased at once. After that brief, sharp, crystalline moment, the river of passengers began once more to flow, and the doors of the private coach opened on their own when the Shiori crew approached.

Private Light Rail Car

The rail car was luxurious, even by the lofty standards of the Evenstar, with the onboard refreshments close enough at hand to have made the fast food pit stop unnecessary, although the newcomers aboard could not have known. The cars from the docking ring and pylon station had not such amenities as this one.

Kuroko sat beside Eidan, the preoccupied, distant, emotionless expression she wore when not engaged in any other activity emerging when the car started moving ever so quietly on its superconducting levitation drive. She didn't say a word to him, or anyone else, apparently too lost in thought, and it would take several attempts by anyone to get even a sliver of her attention. Kuroko did, however, sit so close to him that she was essentially leaning on him, and actually ended up so when the train began to decelerate.

The swift car only took seconds, not even a minute. Boarding it was longer, as it was barely half a kilometer to Central Bow Station. And there, once the train had stopped and the door open to reveal it, were the lifts to the deeper parts of the ship.



Central Bow Station and Lifts
There were dedicated lifts going down to the Operations Decks, off-limits to the passengers and residents whose jobs did not involve the ship itself, and it was a mere two decks down. Just as surface ships and buildings planetside number their decks and floors going up from the ground to the sky, a starship numbered its decks reaching down to a planet's surface below. Down past Deck Twelve, then Thirteen, together the Command and Fleet decks, on that thirteenth deck the doors to the lift opened, beholden to the high-level authorization of the Azure Legion members, to the restricted level that housed the bridge.

Just Outside The Bridge
"What in the world took you all so long?" Hitomi was in uniform, wearing the new rank of Fleetmaster, waiting in the lift lobby– an alcove in the corridor leading to the bridge– and had her hands on her ample, almost shelf-like hips, one foot tapping impatiently. "Sightseeing, gawking, stopping for snacks. Your instructions were to report immediately."
The frustration in her voice and body language was palpable, at once both genuine and put on for the sake of her leadership style. "Now that you're here, follow me into the Captain's Ready Room for briefing." And, with that, and not another word or giving them a chance to reply, she turned on her heel and began walking down the corridor, apparently expecting to be followed.

Central Transit Hub Station

Yuki's brow raised when she heard Hitomi's voice thunder over the open public address. "Someone needs to get laid." she thought to herself as she followed the rest of the former Shiori crew through the doors of the private coach. That woman sounded hungry and it was not the kind of hungry food would satisfy.

Private Light Rail Car

As she sat next to Kuroko she cast a concerned look towards in the woman's direction. The pink haired norian chose to sit rather close to her Ittō-kōkaishi in an effort to prevent disturbance from outside parties. When the train began to decelerate she lightly bumped into the woman next to her by accident. When they disembarked she walked a short ways behind Eidan and Kuroko all the while wondering what it was that had Kuroko lost in thought.

Just Outside The Bridge

"Sounds like you need something long." Yuki retorted in her private thoughts as they approached the rather irritated Fleetmaster. The deck cadet maintained her professional bearing in all aspects as they received their scolding. "If someone does not snack on her for the greater good of us all Hitomi might crack." she thought silently.

Captain's Ready Room

Like the good girl Yuki was she had followed right behind boss lady number one into the Captain's Ready Room. That little pink pony tail swished to and fro as she quickly walked to her seat. With a soft thump her behind plopped into the seat, her gaze turning towards who she assumed would be briefing them.

Deck One - Observation Deck

From the observation lounge of the ISS Evenstar, Motoyoshi Zabuza was thoughtful as he watched a Misha-class approach and dock with his ship. The Mishas were a vessel design which had come far from their cobbled-together origins… He remembered a joke shared with him by an older engineer he served with a year ago. “If you take the wrong turn in a Misha 1A’s corridors, you’ll end up back in the Ayana-class she used to be!” Zabuza himself had served on three Misha’s since he first became an apprentice for the Merchant Spacy. but they had all been 1B’s. He’d never found the opportunity to test that engineer’s ‘theory’.

With his chin resting comfortable in his hand, Zabuza watched as this unknown Misha flowed elegantly through the emptiness of space, proud and sleek. With a squint, he saw that she was very likely a 1C, or a 1B that had received a significant set of upgrades; there were extra sensors on the ship, and an extra pair of turrets installed on the forward. “Yakazes?” he wondered aloud, suspecting them to be Type 43 anti-starship turrets. Zabuza was a Security man in the Merchant Spacy, and as such he often operated the Tactical Stations of ships he served on. Knowing his weaponry and ships was to be expected… So why did this Misha-class, who he surely never served on, fill him with a feeling of familiarity? He’d never served on a 1C, or on a 1B which had been given the ‘Chairman’ treatment, let alone extra weaponry.

Clues were sometimes slow to join together in the mind of Motoyoshi Zabuza.

Only a short while ago, the infamous Takagawa ‘Hardass’ Hitomi had arrived on the Evenstar aboard a Taka-class shuttle. Zabuza had, somewhat thankfully, been off-shift for over an hour by that point, and some other hapless Security team-leader had been on-duty when she’d spilled out of the shuttle with all the force of a torrent flushing out of a broken dam. Or, so he’d imagined… Internal comms on the ship had announced that Hitomi had arrived and was to become Fleetmaster. This would mean quite a change in Zabuza’s daily life on the Evenstar, new as he was to its hallways and bridge. First Hitomi, and now this Misha-class docking...

The clues began to snap together, like magnets being shaken up inside a box. Click clack they went, sliding and joining with a snap. Misha-class, clack. Hitomi, clack. He looked once more at the color of this Misha’s hull. Clack clack.

“So…” he said, his expression darkening. “It’s to be a Sea Saint operation, is it?” His hand left his chin, sliding down to the table where it gripped the edge.

“Motoyoshi Eidan...”

Captain's Ready Room

"Look! It's Hitomi-chan!" Neon exclaimed when she turned heel to probably give them a briefing. Or maybe it would be part yelling, and part briefing? The Engineer hoped that they'd be able to find time to visit her after the shift. Someone had to impose actual fun and relaxation upon her. It was fun to make her huffy, she was very cute to them that way.

Their trip upon the private car was far too short for their liking, but by the time they got to the bridge they had managed to contain their flushed cheeks from actually going over Yuki's most current presents several times while drinking the swanky ride out of their best juices, barley tea? Whiskey? Something anyway. They gave the girl's ponytail a little playful bat with their palm and moved next to her to make some kind of line, lifting their hand to wiggle fingers a silent hello at their instructor/fleet commander with quite the smile.

Outside The Bridge.

There were too many trams, trains, lifts, corridors, decks and strata in this ship Kazumi thought to herself on the shuttle ride after her little scatterbrained detour went awry as she fought to fight down the flush on the back of her neck at the ordeal as she tried rather hard to try to make sense of the ships layout and came to the early conclusion she was going to get lost very frequently on this ship.

On the Shiori it wasnt an issue! She could wander about and arrive at her destination eventually and it had never been an issue with the small crew. The only problems she ever had with the old ship were the clearly malfunctioning hostile AI, and some strange maintenance issue nobody ever seemed to adress that kept automatic doors from closing even during clearly private moments as just a couple hours prior had shown.

Why did they need a bigger ship anyhow? She had no idea how anyone who lived or was crewed on large vessels ever got used to the anxiety it caused. With these thoughts Kazumi remained mostly quiet, opting to not draw overt attention to herself and hopefully avoid trouble right up until the moment they stood before Hitomi and the Oni was forced to raise a finger and prepare to defend her clearly warranted actions (she was hungry.)

And then, just like that she had stormed off and Kazumi was left in the clear, absolved of consequences for her actions! She didnt think Hitomi had to be such a hard-ass just cause she got some kind of clear promotion from the more busy looking rank she wore, but from what Kazumi knew of the other woman it was best if her thoughts remained internal.

Captains Ready Room

Knowing nothing about ship layouts or their purposes, Kazumi had no idea why there was a little office near the bridge or its purpose though it was rather well furnished. Following Yuki's lead, Kazumi took a seat on the opposite side of the table and sat with her hands folded together on her lap trying to figure out what was going on this time for Eidan to be in so much trouble.

In route to the bridge
Beldagor more or less ignored his companions' chattering as they went through the food court, concerning himself primarily with addressing the steadily decreasing pressure in his suit-he'd finally located the general area of the leak-somewhere in the left leg and had been trying to locate the line until the call from...well whoever that was along with the arrival of the tram. As he boarded, the barbarian made a point to try and compensate, redirecting as much of the hydraulic fluid to his right leg-this gave him an odd...limping gate.

Captain's Ready Room.

Beldagor disembarked with the rest of the group-his suit's awkwardness forcing him to compensate for the movement. Ignoring the woman's dressing down, he knelt-pulling a patch kit from his belt as he carefully checked the joint over. The butt of the axe that hung from his belt thumped noisily on the floor as he did this...ah there it was. A hose connecting to the joint had developed several cracks-with one of them being larger than the others; regardless, they'd all need patched-crimping the one with a small clamp before dabbing a cloth over it to try and clear the worst of the excess, before applying a shiny, black patch over it, pressed down on it for a moment then uncrimped the line. While not great, the pressure was normalizing and somewhat stable enough he could reallocate it. After finishing his make-shift repair, he took his own seat-idly adjusting the throttle of his engine-that was until it backfired noisily-the sound deafening in the closed confines of the Ready Room...

"Hey Bel," Steelbender called, "I think your suit needs a tune up." The Eradani ignored her, instead checking the gages in his helmet...