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Futuristic Journey of the Red Siren (Closed to New Characters)

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It was a beautiful rhythm between the three of them that they had to maintain for the dive to go smoothly. Like a delicate ballet that needed to be sped up to a salsa, you might not think it would have worked out. And yet Kolya, Nayla, and herself were managing to do so. It may not have looked as pretty as a dance, but they were getting the hell out of here. Perhaps it made sense for their particular crew to excel in such a situation. The desperation to not get caught made them decisive in their movements, leaving no time for hesitating or second-guessing. Each of them were no strangers to working under pressure, and Luz was certain they could get through this together.

And then they did.

Their pursuers must not have been expecting such an escape, or perhaps they may not have even planned on chasing them at all. The surprise of the missing scientist could have been just that. A surprise they caught last minute. For now, they seemed to be in the clear.

Hair clung to her face, sticky with sweat that had been fueled by the adrenaline. Her breath was ragged, and heavier than she thought, echoing through the space now that they appeared to be out of potential danger. She attempted to steady it, hoping Kolya wasn't judging her lack of keeping cool. Even in this impossible situation, she still cared about what he thought of her, as ridiculous as that may have been. Her hands still gripped tightly to the last lever she had pulled, and it took her a good minute to actually focus on letting go of it. Once she did, the realization of what had spurred this whole desperate plunge hit her.

Where was the scientist?

The conversation between Koyla and the doctor she had vaguely listened to before came back to her mind. So she would be safe in the medbay getting patched up, meanwhile their captain lie lifeless… because of her. Irrational as it may have been, in that moment Luz felt she needed somebody to blame. She wouldn’t let herself feel upset right now, not when she could turn so easily to fury. Anger was easier to manage than despair after all.

“Kolya, thank you,” she stated simply, hoping the small waver in her voice wouldn’t give away the anger bubbling beneath the surface. She didn’t need him trying to stop her from finding this scientist and getting to the bottom of what had happened. She would have to thank Nayla later, too, when her head was more clear. Hell, did she even know about Jette?

Taking another frustrated breath as she got to her feet, she didn’t say another word as she turned on her heel to make her way towards the medbay, fingers curling to form small fists.
 
The ship started to tilt slightly to the front, as it started to dive deeper, and Nayla's body naturally tilted to follow the angle. Her eyes were glued on both the screen in front of her and the holographic screen projecting off the device on her wrist, both providing all the data she needed to monitor their dive. Everything ran smoothly, and as they dive even deeper her worries started to fade, especially once she switched the power back to their batteries and turned off the diesel to make them even harder to chase by their pursuers. Who even pursued them anyway? Did someone spot Jette? Or is it their ship is so junk that it makes it easy to identify by now? The thought that law enforcement associating "rusty junk" with "Red Siren" doesn't sound that fun, though.

In any case, the mechanic sighed in relief. It wasn't a good feeling being shot at, or potentially chased by one of the most modern and powerful fleets in this damned crapsack world, but like always they somehow made it out. Now that her adrenaline is slowly fading out, she started to feel tired and hungry, her mind starting to wander back to that pouch of warm mushroom soup from before and a slight curiosity regarding their latest addition. Now that she thought about it, it's odd that no one followed up on the orders. Jette would usually announce something once she was sure that the coast is clear, maybe even popped her head out to yell at her, and yet none.

She made one last check at the instruments before making her way to the bridge, a slight feeling of new worry creeping more and more on her with each step she took, that perhaps something wrong is going on if it's so quiet like that. Nayla instantly recognized Koyla sitting on the pilot seat, and instantly know that something is going on. He was also the one to make the announcements, after all, and he must also be the one to pilot the ship this entire time. So that means... "Koyla," Nayla tried to look calm and cool, as she usually does, but she somewhat knew that it won't work this time. "What are you doing there? Where is Jette?"

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Their luck held.

Once deep enough, Kolya set the Siren to autopilot and slumped back in the pilot's seat. He let out a big sigh and closed his eyes, but turned to look at Luz when she thanked him.

"Thank you,"
he said. She was off before he could say more, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to think of what needed to be done next.

"What are you doing there? Where is Jette?"

Fuck.

Kolya looked up at Nayla, and tried to think of some way to say it gently, to soften the blow, but it was just a fucking shiv no matter how he held it.

"Jette's dead."
He let the blow hang for a moment before continuing.
"She got shot. On boarding the new crew."
He closed his eyes again.
"We have to...give her a funeral. Before we do anything else."



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"Oh".

The weak response was all Nayla can offer, she can't find the words for any other, nor knowing the appropriate reply. Is there is even something appropriate for this? No, there's none. There are lesser things to say when it comes to Jette. Not because that she doesn't care, on the contrary, it's affecting her more than she thought it would.

As much as she hate to admit, she... has started to accept the old Captain. Her personality, quirks, skills... one of the better ones Nayla would say. It's a regret, how she hasn't told her of her interest of extending her contract. She wanted to say how she would react, she always imagined that she would let out a chuckle and say something smart about duping her in at first. Now that sound of chuckle is also lost to them.

"Right. We should... start preparing the body." A sea funeral. It won't be her first, Nayla is supposed to be used to this, but the feeling of grief always sticks to her like the taste of an old and dry coffee pack. Though in a way, she is glad also she doesn't, it's good to know that she is still human.

Nayla's next thoughts went to Koyla, who's been with Jette the longest. "You okay?" She asked, a pair of worried eyes looking straight at him, with a sigh adding, "Nevermind. Of course there is nothing to be okay with."

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Kolya ran his hands through his hair, trying not to think of all the things that had to be done, that Jette would be taking care of. One thing at a time, he told himself. Funeral first. He looked at Nayla as she spoke and tried to offer her a smile, though he knew it wasn't very good. He didn't think she'd mind though, given the circumstances.

"I suppose there isn't,"
he said,
"But Jette wouldn't want us to mope on her account,"
he added, standing.
"We'll need some things from storage. And Luz. For the hatch."
Most folks--the kind who hadn't grown up in the deeps--got upset at the idea of a burial at sea. Jette hadn't been the sentimental sort--Kolya knew it wouldn't have upset her. But he was from the deeps, and he couldn't imagine wanting any other kind of end. Being put in long dead earth seemed a sort of hell.

They'd need a tarp. Weights. Not a lot. Just enough to get Jette to the seabed safely.


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