Emergency Room Hangar Bay/Casualty Reception Area

Wayfarer-class transport, the Midnight Shadow - Crew Lounge

The tiny Nagai listens in silence as the other members of the crew, which seems less and less a crew and more a group of beings recently and hastily thrown together by circumstance as more time passes, weigh in on the issue at hand. By the time all of the talking has ended, with the Mandalorian duo making their intent to free the slaves and deal with those waiting on their arrival in a way that will allow the crew to both fulfill their obligation to Juxex Imports and get paid clear, followed by the departure of Fenrir and his companion for parts and reasons unknown, it is clear to the Nagai that the crew is in dire need of clarifying what it is they are all willing to involve themselves in, what functions they all propose to provide aboard the ship, assuming they intend to remain members of the crew at all. With the acting captain gone, they will also eventually need to decide who will be assuming that position in Adrien's absence. Until such a time as another interim captain is selected, the Nagai knows that someone will need to need to start taking steps to turn their collection of strangers thrown together into something resembling a functioning crew, and as none of those remaining after the Mandalorians and Fenrir depart strike her from their demeanor or statements as likely to step forward at the moment, she reluctantly decides to do so for now.

Reluctance or uncertainty are not going to get them anywhere, nor are they a part of the present facet at the helm of the Nagai's personality's makeup, and her voice and body language are calm, collected and sure as she says in the same low, gruff voice she spoke in when speaking of Captain Draykon's stance on slavery, "It is obvious from all that has been said that we all have a great deal to learn about one another before we decide what jobs we undertake after our current contract has been fulfilled. We can have that discussion once we're underway. Does anyone know if there is anything that we need for the ship before setting out? Looking towards the humanoid male with the hat, the Nagai says, I do not know what led Captain Draykon to accept this contract, but rest assured that no matter what else is decided we will not be transporting slaves ever again so long as we, she glances towards the empty space she had appeared to be listening to previously as though indicating the presence of someone else, are members of the crew. The Nagai can only assume that Adrien was somehow unaware of the fact his passengers were slaves even though other members of his crew were knowledgeable of that fact, yet another indication of the need for those intending to remain members of the crew to work on their basic communication skills. Addressing everyone, the Nagai reminds them, If any of you have decided that you no longer wish to be a part of this crew, now is the time to say so."

Turning towards Jemima, the Nagai asks her, "Miss Sacharo, would you see that our passengers are provided with more comfortable quarters for the journey? There should be enough space in the rooms at the rear of the cargo bay. Why the crew allowed seven individuals to be crammed into a room meant for one is a question for another time, though the Nagai supposes that some may have been unaware of the situation given the hectic conditions she assumes accompanied their departure from wherever it was they came from.  If there is anything you think you can do for them medically, the Nagai adds, please do what you can. Turning her attention to the other members of the crew, the Nagai says,We will need at a minimum our pilot and two to three crew members to be a part of the team that delivers the cargo, so bear that in mind if you are considering being a part of the team that hits the slavers after we've made our delivery.  Or we could simply rendezvous with them afterwards and all be a part the strike, then turns to the empty space she has been addressing and says, You and Miss Sacharo will remain aboard the Shadow, before asking the human with the hat, I assume you wish to accompany the Mandalorians on their strike? If so, I will go with you to help in the planning so that we can all be on the same page before setting out."

Silas thought, and continued to think as the thin, wiry woman laid out the closest thing to a rational idea he'd heard since this ship-wide meeting began. The Armored man had driven a wedge between the slaves and their freedom, and though there was a portion of him that desperately wanted to join the two helmeted warriors, he did not want to premeditate a killing, as that too could be justifiably judged. But were the new owners of the slaves not equally culpable as the dealers? Could a premeditation not be seen as right and just in this case? 

He had bristled at some of Fenrir's barbs -- the armored man's too, but had let that slide. At the core, the man was merely trying to get paid, to keep his crew mobile and employable. That was noble. But he had been buoyed by the number of assembled beings who seemed to have a distaste for the work as he did, and so when Fenrir left, followed by the other Fierce man, it had been with a sense of relief that Silas had relaxed his posture, and only then realized that his hand had strayed back to the hilt of his saber. He shook the tension from his shoulders and removed his hat, placing it on the nearby table. Taking a moment to release his long black hair and re-tie the ponytail at the nape of his neck, he spoke to the room in general, and the assembled crew that remained. 

For my part in that, I am sorry. It was not my intention to be the cause of so much unrest. He watches Jemima leave, followed dutifully by the seven 'passengers,' whom he nods solemnly to. I have a lot to learn about working with other folks. Been too long on my own. It would seem that it isn't as easy as simply freeing slaves. But they'll get their freedom soon, one way or another. For that, and for the offer of medical attention, he focuses on Connie you have my thanks. 

He picks up his hat, and makes for the planetfall ramp to join Neassa and Spectre, but pauses at the top, turning back to the room looking from Erly to Connie. 

I've been a trouble to you, but I've also been a help. Y'all don't know me, but please, believe me when I say I'm not out looking for trouble. I don't want things to get complicated, they just tend to go that way on their own. Look, Connie -- he doesn't even pause after using a term pulled directly from Adrien's unconscious mind -- I don't have much experience aboard a ship. But you're right when you said we need to learn what makes each-other tick. We've got holes to fill in this roster, but I can't help but wonder, 'cause my head's full of names and faces: where are Mack and Dax? Ace and Rachel? Ben and Nika? Seems they'd be able to help out. a pause, where it's possible the realization crosses his face that what he just said was crazy. Anyways. I'd 'preciate you coming along to see what the Armored man has to say. If the plan's any good, I'll do what it takes to free these people. After that, if it's all the same to you, I'll stay on a while. See the 'verse. Seems there's a lot out there. 

He opens an arm, offering the way out. Donning his wide-brim hat, he looks back into the room. 

You coming, Erly?

Turning her head slightly when she hears the footsteps on the boarding ramp behind her, Neassa watches as Silas, the small Nagai, and the short blonde woman walk down the ramp. She had expected that Silas would come for the strategy session, but had been unsure whether any of the other crew members would, and so is glad to learn that not all of those she might be working alongside are as driven by self-interest as Fenrir had come across as.

Returning the nod the Nagai greets her with, Neassa is about to tell her to lead the way to the cantina when she notes the human with the hat and shades coming towards them. Without the hat and shades, Neassa would have recognized Weston sooner, but it is not until she hears his voice that she realizes who he is. Having taken a leave of absence from the Organization when the Mand'alor had called for all Mandalorians to rally to him when he had gone to war against Force users, Neassa had found the Nexus destroyed upon her return, and all of her attempts to establish contact with her team, Isabelle, or M had been unsuccessful, leading her to believe they had all either been killed in the attack on the Nexus or had gone way off the grid in the aftermath of the attack.

I thought you were dead, Neassa replies dryly to Weston's characteristically glib greeting, smiling unseen beneath her buy'ce since she is both glad to see him alive and, while not surprised, amused that his sense of humor seems to have survived whatever happened at the Nexus as well as whatever he has been through since intact. Punching Weston lightly on the shoulder, Neassa says, I'm glad I was wrong. Tilting her head to the side, trusting her behavior will have let the little Nagai know that her concern about the possibility Weston is a threat is unfounded, Neassa asks Weston, What are you doing here? Spotting the signs of some injuries Weston's hat and shades mostly conceal, Neassa almost asks what happened to his face, but rather than calling attention to his injuries says, We're about to grab a drink, you should come along. We can catch up, and then turns to the Nagai to say, Lead the way, since she seems to know the city well.

Letting the Nagai, Silas and the small blonde get ahead of her and Weston, Neassa falls into step beside him. While she has a thousand questions for him, Neassa knows that she will have to wait for a more opportune moment to discuss what happened to the Organization in more detail with Weston, and the only oblique reference to the Organization she makes now is her casual question, Have you heard from any of our old friends recently? Weston will know who she is asking about easily enough, and his answer will at least let her know if he has made contact with any of their former teammates since the destruction of the Nexus.

Meanwhile in the cockpit Kiri sat at the controls, Dice eyed her, but made no acknowledgment. It seemed the ship had been in a bit of a tiff the crew appeared to be divided and Dice wondered where this would leave her. She needed work, and transportation if there was no work for her on the ship. Slaves didn't bother her, she purposely stayed out of the confrontation just so she wouldn't have to take a side, she didn't listen to either side it helped stay neutral. Looking at Kiri Dice rolled her eyes, that woman would care less. Her people lived off of kidnapping others, slave trading wasn't that far off. Okay to some it was, but Dice had a feeling that Kiri just piloted, so long as there was a captain to tell her what to do she would do what said captain said. Kiri's eyes darted to the co pilots seat and Dice shook her head. Standing stiffly she left. Dice knew nothing about piloting...

"Mmm? Oh, Everything's been fine as can be, I dare say." Jemima turned around from the computer console she'd been working on and smiled sweetly at the Nagai. "The passengers - I'd rather not call them slaves - are quite well off physically. Though I'm hardly surprised, I mean if you were going to sell someone as a slave, you'd hardly want them to be half-dead or in poor conditions, that's really not going to be of any use to anybody, right?"

She brushed her hair back with one hand and moved closer to Anzhelina, "So, Kessel eh?" She shivered, "Definitely not a pleasant place...certainly not somewhere I fancied visiting anytime soon. But I guess I can't be too fussy, now can I? I'm just happy to be moving."

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then snapped her fingers, "Speaking of moving. The captain..."

Jemima motioned excitably for her friend to follow as she shuffled very quickly over to the computer console near Adrien Draykon, and she pointed to a set of readings that flowed up on the holographic display, "There, right there, see that? Those readings spiked for a moment! It's...Anzhelina, it's brain activity. I mean not that he's brain dead completely, though that I suppose is the definition of a coma, but the whole point is, he...stirred for a moment. That's a good thing. It means he might be closer to recovering than we thought! And...and I saw for myself, he kinda moved and mumbled something about droids and men, and then he fell asleep again. I thought I was dreaming at first, but then when I asked one of the passengers I was checking on if she heard that, and she affirmed it."

The smile on Jemima's face was room brightening.

Jemima giggled when the excitable Nagai hugged her and then began chattering away to Adrien. And she nodded vigorously to her friend when asked if they can only wait and see how Adrien will do from here on. Then she was asked if she needed to pack. And she pointed to several duffle bags in the corner, along with some small crates.

"They were brought in by some orderlies earlier, while you were out with the others. That's everything I have. All the equipment and personal belongings to one Jemima Sacharo. Oh, and a few extra things to make sure I have all I need to attend to any medical emergencies that I could possibly think of."

She smiled, "And of course, some extra for any potential opportunities to learn more about xenobiology."