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A Club of Two

Current Location: Omicron Delta, Freeport 11

She suggests the two dock as she notices her ships state, she was concerned but didn't want to cause concern. Not that she thought he would care. Without giving him the chance to answer, she lands her ship on the freeport.

Eventually she stepped out, first glancing at how damaged her ship actually was. Running her fingers over one of the bullet holes she caught her reflection and realized how much of a mess she looked. Quickly trying to wipe away some of the blood from where she had split her lip. She didn't notice the bruising across her cheek or the blood stains on her shirt. She ran her hands through her hair and tied it in a low ponytail. It made no difference and she shook her head, unsure as to why she was even bothering. Leaning up against the side of her ship, she waited for Jackson.


She shook her head slightly, trying not to think about it before looking up as he brought his ship in to land.

He watched her begin docking sequence on the base. How she got here... he had no idea. Scanning her ship's damage quick reviled to him how damaged her ship actually was. No surprise there. The dangers to get to where they were high and even he had trouble to keep his ship intact the first time he got to Delta, passing though nomad-like structures and dodging fire. The interesting part is she actually seemed to have done just what he said he was planning to do... just to find him.

He still didn't really care much though if she missed him or not. Let her miss him. Let them all miss him.


Still...

All the memories flood back as he watches her dock.
All the unwanted and forcefully forgotten memories... good memories now painful to think about.

A drink would help. A drink always helped him now. That might be a good idea, Jackie.

Now being allowed clearance to dock he then begins docking procedure and engages docking protocols. The cloak of the ship activates complete shut-down mode and is glimmers as the ship is halfway to docking. At that point he lets the auto-pilot do the work and he steps out the seat and stretches again. The ride was tough... but compared to the other parts of the Omicrons he felt a little more at ease here... at least for the time being anyway.

He scratched his beard thinking to himself...
He had grown a small one while around the taus. He was alone anyway. He didn't care. This whole thing was an unexpected surprise.
He had also is traveling cloths on too. His cowboy-like hat a dress-wear were comfortable. Better than his suit. Suits he found were stupid in practicality anyway. No one wore a suit when trying to survive out in the deeps of space.
He bet he smelt bad too. Whatever. Its not like anyone on this base smells any better anyway.

As he was cleared to park he sat back in the pilot seat and started to park int he hanger. He caught a glimpse of Thing's ship a bit far off but he was in no hurry to get to her. All he intended for was to find her and let Tori know. That was it. The rest... whatever.

After having everything set to off he would finally come out of the ship and head towards Thing in a casual manor, having a smoke already in his lips and a hand in his pocket as he glances casually and not really seeming interested that much to the distant person that awaited him.

She didn't move from where she stood next to her ship, his reaction wasn't what she had expected.


She tried to keep her face emotionless, to seem as uninterested as he did. She never was good at hiding what she was feeling, surprisingly enough she wasn't failing terribly at it this time. Exhaustion probably had a big part to do with it, she was too tired to care.

She noticed he was wearing traveling clothes, unlike her, she was still wearing what she had been in the bar. Fitted jeans, now with holes in the knees and a blood stained white shirt. She couldn't help but bite her lip. She was nervous meeting him again. He would be well within his rights to tell her to leave, and after some thought, she would be more surprised if he didn't.

She stepped away from her ship and turned to look at it, her hands on her hips as she assessed the damage. With a sigh she wondered if it would even get her home. She shrugged and muttered something that sounded like 'who really cares anyway'

She kept her back to him as he walked across to her, seemingly more interested in the ship then seeing him. Reality was, she was trying to collect her thoughts. The ship held little interest to her, it was just a good excuse to look distracted. She knew he would pick up on this if he cared to. After all, he use to be able to read her like an open book.

Still by looking away he could tell she was moving around quite a bit. He wasnt really watching her constantly... but whenever he looked it seemed as though she was in a different position around her ship.

He flips the used match on the floor and steps on it as he walks closer towards her. the cigar helped him relax. Especially at times like this. He wasn't in the -mood- for meeting people that he had known before... known quite well in fact. He had though forced it to the back of his memory... why couldn't he do the same to reality? He spits to the side. His mouth was getting a little dry...

As he got closer and started to notice details. The ship looked in bad shape up close and he could see she had her back turned to him... and her hair in a pony tail... he rarely remembered her having her hair done like that. She could be either hiding something... or something similar. He got closer and started to notice more.

As he got just a meter away from her and the ship he stops and exhales watching both the ship and her and seeing her still have her back towards him. He exhales and lets the smoke form into a cloud and lift in the air as he puts the cigar back in.

This startled her, she flinched and turned around to face him, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of her face. It didn't take her long to get the emotionless expression she had before back. She knew there was no way of hiding how bad she looked and without thinking, she wiped at her lip again. This did nothing to help and it was still stained with blood.

"The ships in pretty bad shape, but it will be fine. Hasn't failed me yet." She smiled slightly, but she sounded like she was trying to convince herself of what she was saying rather then informing him of the situation. "It's nothing, really."

She noticed his beard and couldn't help but think that he kind of suited it. She still liked his hat. Shaking her head, she tried to brush the memories away. She was here to make sure he was still alive and to get him home so he wouldn't die out here, not to start something that he didn't want. Despite everything, she still cared.

"How is yours holding up?" She asked, glancing in the direction of his ship was, she didn't know what else to say. Meeting him face to face had thrown her more then she had expected.

He was putting his emotions to the back and hiding it quite well, himself. Half of him didn't care at all how she looked or felt or her physical well-being. The other half wanted to make she she was alright.
He blows smoke to the side again and then looks at her, meeting her eyes, and then looking down at her lip and blood-stained shirt and looking back up. She would obviously notice him as if seeming to examine her. In his mind he was assessing how much blood she might have lost and from what she might have gotten it from.
Before she could though turn away he had a hand resting a finger gently but still with a little force under her chin and seemingly taking a closer look while still getting her attention.

"You're quite busted up yourself too, you know... and don't tell me its nothing..." He said before she would turn her head away from his hand.

She frowned slightly, seeing him look her up and down. She rubbed at her lip again as she waited for the questions. She crossed her arms across her chest covering some of the blood on her shirt. She didn't think it was that bad, but his reaction told her otherwise. As the adrenaline began to wear off, she began to notice just how tired she was, and sore. She tried not to do anything to show this, but she was unable to stop herself from holding one of her hands protectively over her left side where the pain was bothering her.


His touch caught her off guard, she wasn't sure if it was the physical contact of the fact he still cared enough to want to make sure it wasn't that bad. She shook her head slightly as she decided there was no point in trying to hide anything from him if he asked. He was always able to tell when she wasn't telling him the full story. She hoped he wouldn't care enough to question what had happened.

"It is nothing...." she mumbled, turning her head away as he had expected her to. With a slight shrug she dropped her gaze, now looking at the ground. She was still quiet as she continued to speak "I'm still alive... Be it a good thing or not is up to you."

He lets his finger hover in place for a moment until it drops down. He stays watching her for a moment before puffing a bit more smoke out from the side as he turns and then looks back at her briefly. He turns then figuring it wouldn't matter for her if he was right in front of her or a few meters away. He instead pays more attention to the ship than her, playing off her game, and starts to pace around the ship.

"Still alive... just barely... what were you thinking anyway... *puff* coming here... and in a grunt piece of $%@# ship normally given to fresh cuts with no armor."

He walks around and pokes is fingers though one of the cracks in the hull. The ship in touch falls apart a little more and he steps back a bit, puffing some more smoke.

"I mean a Hyena would have done a better job than this... other than maybe Zeta's hole though... but still. Replying 'trying to survive' when I asked you what you are doing out here was..."

He just shakes his head. He had done a complete circle around the ship and had come back to her. It didn't bother him she just stayed how she did the entire time having her head down. He concluded however he'd rather have her life this then moving around any more and possibly breaking open the wounds that she had under her t-shirt. He reached other again without invitation or notice, pulling at a piece of her blood-stained shirt with his fingers and then letting go. He could still feel it wet and when he looked down at his hand he had her blood on his finger tips.

Jackson took a puff of his cigar again, still in his mouth between his lips until he spat it out and it lands on the floor and he steps on it.

He grabs her arm then, not so hard but not gently either.

She shook her head, having him look at the ship... She didn't know how he would react. She knew it wasn't in a good way, she had no idea how it was even still in one piece.


Was what, Jackson?" She didn't look at him but sounded to be loosing the will to fight him, the emotionless look she had was starting to fail her also as she couldn't help but show what could either be pain or fear. She was looking down to better hide this from him. "It was what I was doing...... As for my ship? What else am I meant to do.... They tell me this is what I'm flying, I can't exactly argue the point...."

She looked up at him as he tugged on her shirt, She knew it was still fresh enough to leave blood on his fingers and softly sighed, closing her eyes. She hadn't checked her wounds yet. Lack of time was a big part in that, the fact she hadn't cared an even bigger one.


She couldn't tell whether he was angry or upset, she nodded before speaking quietly "Ok." She looked down at the floor again, knowing all too well that her words would be meaningless to him. She was now speaking just loud enough for him to hear what she was saying. "I'm sorry."