The noble couldn't help but scream at the unexpected gunshots, blood, and shock of the captain yelling in pain before he was laid to rest. Covering her mouth, she stared, stunned for a few seconds at the now-resting body of Renaud.
Her mind didn't register whatever Enma said, too focused on the visceral reality playing out in front of her. She ran up to the captain, kneeling and grasping his hand tightly. Her head bent downwards, and Enma could hear her whispering. "I'm so, so sorry, this is my fault. I should have listened to you and this never would have happened." Muttering more unintelligible whispers for a few seconds, she suddenly raised her tear-filled face towards the Outcast.
"I told you to not do anything like this! La peste vous emporte! What have you done?! You've killed a war hero and this ship's only hope of survival! There's no escaping this now, they're going to blame both you and me for this!" she yelled at the woman, panic-stricken. She wanted to, but couldn't bear to look at Renaud's direction again. The sight was too much, and she had already felt incredibly nauseous.
Enma somehow understand Claire's feelings, she has her rights to be upset. But Loyola has no regrets either, what's done is done, and hell it was kind of cool. En knows herself well, yes she's very impulsive and she's paying for it constantly. Inducing the payment of other people's lives and her reputation. Maybe Claire had a point, some people on this ship may be upset about this and giving a fact that Claire herself is working with the Outcast who killed the captain... not good.
— Oh come on, this idiot would have delayed us enough to be captured by you know who. I will make sure to ask a pardon shall His Majesty appear in public again. As of now...
Enma is dragging the body into the closet, closing it there, but not before taking his ID and running all biometric checks needed to log his account from Claire's room console. The body was still warm and everything worked just great. It was a creepy moment of manipulations with the dead body, but now there's a clear opportunity for them to write down the order they need. She would look at some of his previous messages to catch the style, style of a real hardass.
"Series Z "Sabre" Fighter with Duchesse, an Outcast Loyola got permission to leave Belisama upon their request. Proceed with the undocking procedure as usual. Oh and Dutoit, please take care of things, I will take a day off until tomorrow. This spoiled DeFrance girl with her outcast bitсh got on my nerves very hard today."
Loyola then adds some filler stuff similar to what she had read in his other messages. Some more ranting, like she was an old stupid and charmless naval officer. It even got her to smile, it is kinda fun to pretend to be someone else. Outcast then deploys the orders she wrote and then looked down at Claire, who was watching all of this behind her shoulder.
— Your Highness, we are ready to go. I will carry your bag even, I am supposed to be a servant or something. If I am honest this whole thing is very confusing and I sometimes think that I will wake up in the bed. But oh well, the feelings are quite real, even the pistol was cold and the body was cooling very naturally.
Outcast leads her along the corridor, as they were getting close to hangar.
— There's a problem, would you try to fit into the cockpit with me or you get into the cargo hold. I'd advise for the first option, it's not going to be a long flight, but at least you will have a light and conditions suitable for human beings. Yeah, it's not going to be comfortable, but it will be less of a risk.
The noble kept wiping her never-ending river of tears, still in a slight panic over what just happened, completely ruining her make up. She knew this would likely cause issues, the sight of an Outcast leading a crying, desperate noble into their ship was a bright red flag to everyone. Their only hope was to either not get spotted too much, or pray that the crew assumed it was just a dramatic goodbye scene.
"I'll stay in the cockpit, if there's room." she replied as they reached the doors to the hangar.
The door opened, and the hangar was luckily quite empty. It seemed most were focused on repairs and preparing for the inevitable fight ahead. Only a few Lynxes and Loyola's Sabre were there, not that you could fit much more in the small hangar of a destroyer.
Claire managed to cover her face or turn away from prying eyes that saw them pass through towards the Sabre, and luckily for them, it didn't seem anyone approached to stop them. The ladder still attached to the ship, Enma used her communicator to unlock the cockpit to their ship, and the duchess was the first to climb in.
Much to her dismay, there wasn't much space. Or any space at all, for that matter. The front was blocked by consoles, but the sides barely had enough space to squeeze in. Having no knowledge of how to pilot ships, let alone Sirian ships, she had to climb and attempt to make herself comfortable in the narrow area next to the cockpit chair. Comfort was just not in the woman's mind right now, regardless. She was escaping her own ship, after having been an accomplice in murdering the captain and dooming the crew.
Still hearing Her Highness whipping below her chair, Enma would gently pat her head. About the time, an undock request for the ship has been authorized just as Enma was hoping for. Understanding the girl's feelings to a certain degree, Enma still couldn't understand how to calm her down. Naturally, she's living through a big personal tragedy as her whole lifestyle went down in flames in a matter of weeks. And because of Claire whining and crying along the way, Enma couldn't really feel that she had accomplished something down here. Thinking of that, her patting is becoming not so gentle.
— Your Highness, please calm down, I know it's a hard period in your life, but you need to remain strong to live through it.
Enma got her hands down under controls, as she has to undock the ship and set course to an Outcast outpost Lentini. There, hopefully, the atmosphere will be more calm and productive. Just so Claire isn't bored during the flight, Enma lifts her down a pad with the record of her recent conversation with the GC.
— I think it makes sense to go down to Kusari, flying back to Taus maybe not the best idea, as Council agents can be expecting us there. With Kusari we will, hopefully, have fewer problems. Though, as you understand, they are not exactly fans of the Gallic Crown, so we will probably have to hide your identity. Or not. We will have to decide a lot of things in a short period of time You Highness, and those are better to be good decisions.
Loyola, being lazy even here, fully replying on autopilot, as they are closed to the desired destination. Enma mostly played some casual games at her pocket device as Claire would keep crying somewhere below. At this point, Loyola gave up and calming her down and decided that Her Highness just needs enough time to cry her eyes out.