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He smirked, "Good to see I can still have a little fun without any death threats." He slumped against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position, "Thomas, right?"
 
"Yeah, good to meet you." Thomas leaned against a wall nearby. "Her face was beet red when I walked by, I got a real kick out of it."
 
"Yeah?" he asked rhetorically, "Just watch out for Vex, he's already threatened to kill me a few times." He stretched out his legs and shifted his head around, cracking the vertebrae in his neck. "In any case, what brings a crew like yours all the way out here to team up with an exile captain, psychopathic bounty hunter, and a witty slicer?"
 
"Oh, here comes God descending from heaven to forgive me for my sacrilege. No please, let me beg you for forgiveness, your divine lordship," he remarked snidely, with a grin growing on his face.
 
She exhaled sharply in frustration, then said in one long string, without pausing for breaths, "Look, I'm just trying to be friendly. It seems the two of us got off on the wrong foot and I'd like to make amends for that."
 
"Oh, please forgive my uncouth peasant tongue," he said, starting to stand up, "On a more serious note, I'm sure we can work this out. You can lighten up a little by the way."
 
"Was that a threat?" he chided, inattentively taking out his tablet and casually scrolling through his data feeds, "If so, then it seems I haven't made too many friends on this playground."
 
He approached her, his eyes looking directly into hers, mere inches apart, "Then I think we'll get along swimmingly." He turned away and started slowly pacing around the room.
 
Her cheeks turned bright red. She didn't blush often, but she had been humiliated at how this man was treating her. She found him to be abrasive and rude and she also was quite confused at the abrupt end to the conversation.
 
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"What have we here," he whispered with childlike joy, poking at a file on his tablet. A Commonwealth server? Here? Delightful. He sat in what used to be the captains chair, trying to pinpoint a location on the server. "Looks like I may have to head into town," he muttered, "No, no. Too dangerous." I can always have someone else take care of the nasty dangerous stuff, but that's a bit of a hard sell.
 
Captain Fuller had been examining the progression of the ship's repair when he honed in on the conversation. He laughed a little on the inside and entered the room with a smile. But he was still the captain. "HCO (High Computations Officer) Alexi, might I remind you that I am still captain of this ship, and as such, we will treat our guests with respect."
 
"What do you expect? The kid's a slicer, they all think they're God." Vex said, leaning in the doorway. He had already finished docking his ship in the Rogue's hangar, where Alice decided to stay. Apparently she was mad at him. "So, how'd the trip into town go? I noticed you only have a few injuries." he said, motioning to the cuts on Mark's arms. "Looks like you got hit with shrapnel or something, those aren't clean cuts."
 
Mark remembered the encounter with the J'sarri. Looking up from his arm, he said through stiff lips, "Well that concludes the tour for today. Ask Rogue if you have any other questions. Alexei, will you show them to their quarters please." Then Captain Fuller exited the room at full trot. He needed to get to his room, he was feeling sick.
 
Thomas shrugged, "There was a thing, I put a few rounds in it, Mark toasted it a little. Whatever it was, it's probably licking its wounds in some hole somewhere." He casually went back to leaning against the bulkhead.
 
"A thing? Like an animal?" he asked, watching as the Captain suddenly stormed off. He paused for a moment, before looking back over at Thomas. "What's with him?"


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Nullisar could hear the others, and it took all of his willpower not to follow Mark's scent down to kill him just yet. No, he had to wait. If he didn't, everyone on board would just scatter like rats. So for now, he had to just sit there, pacing silently in his crawlspace, plotting.
 
"I don't know" Thomas shrugged again, "from the sound of it it's some kind of personal baggage. Tortured past or something, he didn't say much."
 
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