"Vincent Abrams and the Xeno Ambassador have arrived. Ground crews are preparing to check them in upon arrival." Lucien breathed in relief, finally a step in the right direction. The past month had left him more and more empty with each day. Between the end of the world, and family drama - he was hitting his breaking point. "Gracias flight control, notify when clear to proceed." He said.
"We have a slip cleared for you in hangar bay 4, Captian." They replied after a brief pause.
Lucien wasted no time, and rushed over to meet Vincent and Locke in the hangar just above them. The room snapped to attention as the Captain's appearance became apparent to everyone on the floor. "Si, si, as you were." He said aloud rushing over to meet the two. Locke looked like he was about to become a security hazard, Vincent just looked paranoid. Both of them shuddering in their flight suits. As Lucien broke the silence, both of their heads turned to face him.
"Welcome to Akabat, I'll make accommodations for you both. You will both be free to move about as you see fit so long as you don't leave permanently until we're all on the same page and/or the threat we seek is neutralized. Senor Abrams, we have a facility we will make available to you off-world. We are finishing preparations and should be cleared to go within a few day's time." Both of them still seemed a bit taken away by their surroundings. "Alright come on, you can see the mountains better from your rooms."
Akabat had easily exceeded all of Locke's expectations for a planet located in an area as notorious as the Edge Worlds. Aside from the low temperature that his flight suit lacked adequate thermal protection for, the only concern on his mind was the mixed crowd present.
While the personnel in the hanger had remained professional thus far, he wasn't foolish enough to assume that no one among them hadn't fallen on the wrong side of the Xeno movement before they made whatever choice that had brought them to the Order. Locke's focus had been occupied with studying the crowd, attempting to pick up any sign of disgust or hatred from the faces that littered the hanger before Lucien had arrived.
With his attention now turned, he quietly listened as the captain spoke. While it was still too early to make any judgements just yet, Lucien had seemed reasonable enough so far. "That works." He replied simply with his usual brash attitude nowhere to be found. He felt out of place here among the Order and their military-style formality. It was something he was not used to after spending so much time within the informal atmosphere of the Alliance.
Vincent cautiously glanced at his surroundings. It has been months since he ever set foot on a Planet - other than Pittsburgh. The idea of leaving his Rebel behind on a Planet he never visited before - in a place where he might as well be considered a freak by the usual Order standards and shot in process for it was one of the most uncomfortable feelings he could face. And it showed. His expression remained as neutral as it could possibly be, however. "Akabat, huh? S-So...we're here. I can't believe I'm that stupid..." he muttered the second part only to himself, remembering that so far everyone within The Order branded him as untrustworthy, only alive because he was somehow involved in a mess he couldn't escape at this point. And he couldn't blame them, he would think the same of himself if he was on the other side of things. But being in the Omicrons was a bad idea overall. Much too close to the Nomad Core Worlds. Much to close to their influence.
It took Vincent a good few seconds that Luciano was talking to him and Locke, but eventually he complied and followed after taking off the loose flight suit covering his clothing - black jeans, sneakers, a dark blue jacket with its sleeves up to his elbow and a set of goggles dangling by his neck.
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