Emergency Room Hangar Bay/Casualty Reception Area

"You can pay me when we get paid, Connie jokes when Jemima says that she'll have ta owe her the credits for the tour. As they start heading through the cargo bay outside the medbay, Connie starts the tour by nodding in a random direction and cheerfully informing Jemima, This is'a cargo bay, and then continues to helpfully point out features of the Shadow as they head for one of the empty rooms. Helping Jemima get her stuff at least a little organized, enough so, like, she can at least get in an' outta the room, and to the bed n' stuff, Connie says, It's not, like, four stars or nothin', but at least ya don't hafta share it with any mops or brooms, huh? Waving a hand for Jemima to follow her after they have her stuff all sorted, Connie says excitedly, C'mon, I'll show ya the rest'a the ship!"

Ending their tour of the Shadow in the crew lounge where the Mando chickie an' the dude with the hat are all stoically cleaning their guns n' stuff, Connie tells Jemima, "An' this is the crew lounge. Pointing towards the sofas, she says, Ya got the comfy sofas an', she points at the dejarik table, an' the obligamatorical holo-game table. Dropping onto one of the sofas and patting the cushion beside her, Connie tells Jemimia chipperly, Pull up a cushion! Looking upwards as she feels the Shadow start liftin' off, Connie asks the Mando chickie and the dude with the hat, So, like, how you guys doin'? Getting your weapons all ready I see, she observes in an attempt to start a conversation, then gives a thumbs up as she says chipperly, Always, like, a good idea!"

Aboard the Midnight Shadow...


...Dropping onto one of the sofas and patting the cushion beside her, Connie tells Jemimia chipperly, Pull up a cushion! Looking upwards as she feels the Shadow start liftin' off, Connie asks the Mando chickie and the dude with the hat, So, like, how you guys doin'? Getting your weapons all ready I see, she observes in an attempt to start a conversation, then gives a thumbs up as she says chipperly, Always, like, a good idea!"


Silas smiled warmly at the girl. He liked her. She spoke well in the tactical meeting. A level head. He continued prepping the antiquated equipment necessary to load new rounds for the immense .55 cal hand-cannon. These items all came out of the small pack the Preacher carried. A small igniter, a well-used spoon bent into an odd shape, a small brass ingot, and something that could only be described as some sort of spring-operated snare or bottle corker? He went about setting up the apparatus, setting the igniter on the base of the spoon, which was bent in such a way that the ladle of the spoon rested just over the flame. After this the Preacher produced a small bag that rattled like it was filled with riches. He reached in and drew out a small fork, the kind children would use to eat. This he dropped into the ladle, and waited. 

As the Shadow's engines and repulsorlifts come to life, Neassa sits cross-legged on a sofa with her back to one of the armrests, removing her half-shelter cape and laying it out in front of her before laying her EE down on it and then removing a pouch from her utility belt containing the tools she needs to clean it. As she begins disassembling her EE, Neassa asks Silas conversationally, So, Silas, second of the house of Biul, where is it you're from?

The Preacher checks the small fork, which has begun to wilt from the heat of the igniter, and leans back in the sofa. He looks Neassa up and down, marveling at her weaponry
and her worldliness. 

Where I am from, we call our star 'sun,' and the moon 'moon.' It was not until he arrived that my people knew of the outside world, and the universe. From the little I have learned of such things, I know my planet lies far from any normal space lane and travel path for boats such as this. It is not easy to find, and few ever have. We call our home by a different name, but I understand that of the few charts that even show my home, you would refer to it as the fourth planet of the Kilia system. 

He checks again on the fork, which has taken on the consistency of pudding. Silver pudding.

The man who found our world, he is... guilty of a great many evils. I have come to find him. And find him I will. 

He reaches for the bent, scorched spoon and pours the now-mostly-liquid into the brass ingot. This he lets sit on the table for a few minutes, before thwacking it soundly against the table-top and retrieving the slug. Reaching once more into the satchel, he draws out a fistful of used brass casings, and a flask. This he opens, tapping out a measured amount of powder into a casing. Then, using the snare / bottle-corker contraption, he feeds the slug into one half, the cartridge into the other, and presses the two together with a slight grunt of effort. Releasing the cartridge press, the newly made bullet falls free, caught in mid-air by Silas. He opens the cylinder of his pistol, and inserts the bullet into an empty chamber. Of the four chambers, only one bullet was present. 

Reaching back into the rattling bag, he draws out a small spoon, dropping that into the ladle, and leaned back against the sofa. 

What about you, Warrior? Where are you from? Tell me of your home.

Amber hadn't really known what to think when she had seen two women trailing behind Zion as he approached the group, frankly she was quite confused as to how his visit to get information from Lyssa had become a rendezvous with two new crew members, or as she soon learned, his daughters. Honestly, it probably wasnt the weirdest turn of events, but it certainly was the most interesting she had experienced with him so far, especially considerting that to her knowledge, his only daughter was dead. But then, there was still much about his life that he did not remember, so it was possible that these girls were from a period he had forgotten about until recently.
All that said, though, there was another possibility, when taking into account the speciality of Lyssa, that really threw things into an entirely different direction, which she wasn't entirely sure she should ask Zion about right now, at least out loud. But, there was another form of communication she knew that she could ask through, that the others would not be able to hear, and so she took a moment to focus in on Zion's presence, utalizing the only power she had as a non-force user that was gifted to her by her heritage
=Amber Caird=
Are they... clones? what do I tell them?
It wasn't the clearest message, but it was the best she could put together considering her skill level, and besides, she was certain that Zion would get the gist of what she meant. Besides, even if they weren't clones, she would need to know how much she could tell them, based on how they were related and what they already knew
In the meanwhile, she gave a warm smile to the girls as Zion introcued who everyone was, giving Summer a hug when the two women made their way over to her and Tiggy
=Amber Caird=
It is nice to meet you as well. I must say, you clearly get your looks from your mother...

Obadiah hadn't really been sure what to think as Zion approached them with a pair of new woman, that he very quickly introduced as his daughters, which kind of caught him a little off guard, since he had been unaware that Zion had ever had a wife, or at the very least, a partner close enough to have a child with him. On top of that, He had never really pegged Zion as the fatherly type, considering the conditions they had met under, but then, he wouldn't have really thought any differently of anyone else in that smae situation, so it was kind of a self defeating point. Regardless of all that though, time indeed was not on their side, and they needed to get moving
=Obadiah Traevis=
Alright you lot, you can chit chat on the way over, wheels up in five. If you're not on board, I'm leaving you behind...
With that, Obadiah gave a nod to Zion, before turning around and heading back up into the Barloz, heading straight for the cockpit to begin the preflight checks and start warming the engines up for take off. This was going to be a very defining moment in this fight against the Cinn Ion, and he did not want to be late for it, that's for sure