Cave
They put on their harnesses and entered the cave. It was easy going at first, a slight incline of rocks that went forward until the tunnel reached a sudden drop. It was a clean cut, purposeful excavation. The chasm that was produced by this excavation lead down into the darkness that Franklin's headlamp only cut a narrow swath through. At the bottom, only barely visible in the nearly absent light, was a modest pile of equipment. Perhaps abandoned mining equipment.
Without explanation, the aging surveyor holstered his scanner and hooked into the rocks on the edge with a sigh. Then, he hooked into another rock. And another. At some point, he felt satisfied, then looked back at Seiji with a grim face.
"Now, you jes' hang out up here an' ole' Spencer'll see how far down this here hole goes." He said, tugging on his cables to test their support of his generous frame. Then, without waiting for a response, he was gone. His boots echoed scraping against the rocks not far away as he rappelled down the rock face, but he was gone.
However; Seiji was not alone. Well, he was alone in the physical sense. There was no source for this sudden feeling he had, but there was the sudden and intense notion in the scientist's head that an arm was wrapping itself gently around his chest from behind. The cave was gone, the rocks were gone. Everything was gone. Seiji stood in a universe of nothingness. Sharing this space with him was this arm. Despite the presence of no light, it was clear to his mind's eye. A long, slender arm with pale white skin smooth and delicate pressing against his chest.
A woman whispered in his ear. "Morimoto-san." She spoke to him in trade, but she used his native Yamataian honorifics. Her light, soft soprano called to him like a siren as she worked her way around him. Tall, lithe, the curly haired woman with easy latin features smiled at him as she put her other arm on the scientist's shoulder. He couldn't move, but she could.
And she was naked.
"You're the only one who wants to leave this place. Everybody else here wants to stay on this fools' errand." The arm that'd been against Seiji's chest marched up to his shoulder and so to the other arm until the woman was wrapped around his neck and pressing her body against his. "I can help you escape, Seiji-kun."
Elijah
Daziel's voice crackled in over the intercom, sligthly distorted due to the damaged communications array.
"Bring him to Sister Sara." Was the suggestion, Daziel sounding a little unsure, like he was still working everything out while he spoke. "I daresay we might feed him and put him to work-- in bindings, of course. The poor fellow could as like use a meal. As for the killer-- if you believe it is neccesary to shovel him off our particular coil in order to facilitate our more efficient survival, please do so or allow me to. We may not be police or government, but this is a survival situation and I won't have our prisoners threaten our crew. I leave it to your judgement, Doctor."
Sister Sara
Daziel took his finger off the button that keyed the mic for his intercom and settled down next to Sapphire again, giving her a somewhat kind squeeze on the shoulder.
"Now, my dear," He told her softly, "Let's get back to it. Our priorities here should be to locate the pirate vessel, not harass the one and only local. Why a man would waste his time surviving on this nowhere rock when he could just as easily find solitude in the depths of space is beyond me-- but we live in a free society and there's no reason to keep a fellow down."
Then, keying the mic to speak to Akemi and Mako, he spoke to the security team with just a tiny bit more authority in his dainty voice. "Very good, ladies, it seems the gentleman is less than hostile and aware of the threat to his person. May I remind you, however; that our focus should be upon locating that wrecked vessel? Please kindly inform the gentleman that he may find safety in numbers by transferring to our camp, then continue your search. These papers are of no interest to us in our present situation."
Sexy Nerd Fetish Palace
"Well, if you don't have an old man fetish, then I guess I'm out of luck." Niel joked, but swept Yori's hair from her face and turned her back to him so he could force her to meet his cheerful gaze. His eyes darted across her features and he said, softly, "If we're going to be here for a few more months, we'll definitely get to know each other better. And, really, I don't see how a little bit of intimacy could hurt. I mean, I know I'm just Raltean and that probably doesn't mean much... But technically, that means we're both Yamataian. Why don't you--"
Niel blushed like a schoolboy and tilted his head around Yori to give her neck the first of what he hoped would be many a tender kiss in lieu of actually finishing his sentence.
