Re: The Dividing Line - Station
With heavily thumping boots, Fletch entered the hangar and leaned against a stray metal crate next to Caitlin, his face still full of soot from whatever he was currently working on. "Stars, I hope this is important. I am THIS close to-" "To fli-ip your shit a-again?" Hiram sauntered past them and actually raised his hand to push Fletch out of the way, but a growl from the shadows discouraged him. Lemmy slinked into the light and sat down next to the big, burly man. His short tail casually thumped against the floor, but the runner kept his snout (and metal jaw) pointed firmly in Hiram's direction. Behind the ram, Vlado and Phtaluth made their entrance. As has become custom, the two of them were in a vigorous, but polite discussion about the ethics, medicine or politics. Despite his cold behaviour, it seemd Vlado actually enjoyed the Marsora's company. On the other end of the hangar, Vigil emerged quietly from between the ships, standing aside stiffly. The Telarin has pretty much avoided anybody on the station, content with doing whatever the stars he was doing inside his vessel.
Fletch grumbled something into Hiram's general direction and folded his arms. "Hurry up, damn it," he growled towards the door that stubbornly refused to have Nadia appear through it.
As for the CO, she was standing just behind said door, having signalled Draven to stop for a moment. "Give me a moment, I..." She reached up and fiddled with her hood in a rare display of uncertainty. "I need to think about how I'm going to do this. Figure out the angle I'm going to take."