Emergency Room Hangar Bay/Casualty Reception Area

When Ade, always the first off the Shadow and the last to board her, is not the first to appear on the ramp but a humanoid woman she doesn't recognize, Connie feels her panic build and increases her pace, intending to barrel past the unknown woman, only the appearance of two humanoid males stopping her from doing so. The tiny, pale Nagai comes to a stop as though she is of two minds about stopping at all, which is essentially the case since the part of her trifurcated mind that is always alert for threats spots the wicked looking blade like extensions coming from the hands of one of the men and stops her; resulting in her combat booted feet continuing forward briefly while her upper torso halts as though grabbed from behind, which is, in her mind, precisely what happens. Despite the fact that no one is behind her, the Nagai irritably tells the empty air behind her, "Lemme go!! The empty air apparently decides to ignore the shout, and so Connie, her chin tilted up defiantly as though she is the one that has the right to be asking the questions and is completely unafraid of the trio of beings blocking her way, struggles against an unseen and wholly delusional presence holding her in place as she incredulously and impatiently asks the man that asked who she was, Who am I? Who the frak are you? Where's Ade? Where's the crew of . . . frustrated at being delayed from finding out whether Ade is alright or not, the Nagai shrugs her shoulder back violently as though trying to break free of someone, leaning to the left and shouting, Ade!! Mack!! Dax!! Nika!! Tell this jagoff out here th . . ." the Nagai suddenly falls silent, her eyes blinking rapidly briefly before, her mental facets shifting as her anxiety passes some internal threshold, the animation bleeds from her face, the panic in her eyes replaced by a watchful, glacial calm, and the restlessness drains from her posture to be replaced by a deceptive stillness, her muscles tensed to act if action is necessary.

Standing up straighter, her bearing taking on an almost military quality, the Nagai, one arm now held out as though she is gripping someone by the shoulder, tells the empty air in her grip, "Calm down, her voice having become deeper and more throaty, and as icily calm as her gaze has become. Looking at the humanoid male that had addressed her, the Nagai tells him, We're friends of Captain Draykon, and former crew members of the Midnight Shadow. Where is the Captain?"

Jemima had paused for some time before the ship, but Anzhelina didn't. In alarm she'd rushed forward to help her friend, but apparently, their invisible friends did that for her. She hesitated again when she saw a man with blades sticking right out of his knuckles. That certainly wasn't something she wanted to be too near with. Then she saw the man on the portable bed, and she joined the other medical personnel who'd come out to meet with the patients and to gather information. She stayed close to the medical personnel who were taking the man for emergency life support, when she noticed they were all nurses. "Where's the doctor?"

Due to the urgency of the situation, the man (Adrien) was being rushed to the surgery room. Meanwhile, Jemima suddenly found that she was actually technically the doctor now, and responsibility of saving his life fell unto her.

Neassa, given that she knew from Spectre that the beings on board the Wayfarer that the Whitecloak they had been traveling in had landed in had their hands full with an injured comrade, decided to remain in the Whitecloak for the journey to Honoghr's RDMC rather than risk distracting anyone by appearing without warning since Spectre had also informed her that he had no opportunity to let anyone know that he wasn't traveling alone with all that transpired on Juvex.

Once the Wayfarer has set down, Neassa, feeling cramped from being aboard a ship for so long and unsure how long they will be staying on Honoghr, puts her buy'ce on and, her voice possessing the tinny, mechanical sound her buy'ce's internal mic gives it, calls out to Spectre, Mhi'nari,* as she exits the ship and looks around the Wayfarer's cargo hold, quiet now that the majority of the activity, from the sound of it, has moved to outside the Midnight Shadow. Stopping just outside the Whitecloak to wait for Spectre, Neassa rolls her neck, hooking the thumb of her right hand casually into her utility belt just above the DL-44 heavy blaster holstered on her thigh; she highly doubts there's any need to be cautious inside the medical center, but recent events have made being on guard her default state.


* Let's move out

The Nagai turns her head slightly so that she is able to keep both men in her peripheral vision as she quickly examines the hover bed and those around it to confirm that what the man that introduces himself as Fenrir says is true. Her left hand, held out in front of her as though grasping something, jerks as though pulled, and the Nagai appears to speak either to herself or the empty air as she calmly states, "There's nothing we can do for him now. Let them do their jobs, and then turns her head back to Fenrir and the other man, her dark grey bombadier's eyes scanning their eyes and faces as though attempting to read something of their character or worth as allies in their features. After a pause, apparently having arrived at the decision to extend a measure of trust towards Fenrir at least, her words clearly addressed to him, the Nagai says in the same calm yet firm tone, He won't be safe here for long. He's made too many enemies. Tell your people not to give his real name to any of the staff, have them give an alias or just make something up. It will buy some time. When he's stable enough to be moved, we'll want to get him away from here as soon as possible." The Nagai stops talking then, trusting her use of 'we' will make the offer to aid the crew in doing as she believes is necessary clear, and awaits Fenrir's reply with an infinitely patient air, her head once more turning enough so that Fenrir and the other man remain in her peripheral vision as she watches the activity around Adrien intently.

Recalling that the names of the crew that she worked and bled alongside brought no signs of recognition in either of the men, the Nagai knows that it is likely that trust will not come easily between them; though there is the faint hope that her sincere concern for Adrien will be apparent enough that they at least trust her warning about the danger that Adrien is in if he remains at the medcenter for long. Having the cooperation of Fenrir and those with him would be ideal, but if it comes down to having to find a way to get Adrien out without the help or permission of this new crew he has gathered, the Nagai will act alone; Adrien would do no less were their roles reversed.

Nodding when Spectre motions for her to take point, Neassa heads for the hatch that separates the cargo bay from the common area of the Wayfarer. Stepping into the common area, her approach a nearly silent one as the plates of her beskar'gam are strapped on tightly to minimize any noise they might make, and the soles of her boots are soft for the same reason, Neassa spots two large humanoid males and a female blocking the top of the boarding ramp speaking with a second, short and dark haired female with the unique corpse-like pallor that makes identifying her as a Nagai easy enough. A third male, also humanoid, is sleeping on one of the couches, which seems curious to Neasa given the situation.  The rest of the crew, Neassa assumes, are part of the group gathered around a hover bed being led away from the boarding ramp.  

Resting her back against the wall beside the hatch she entered through, which faces the boarding ramp, Neassa looks over when Spectre steps into the lounge, the amused smile seeing him carrying sunflowers brings to her lips hidden behind her buy'ce as she asks Spectre, Tion'cuy kaysh tayl'ud?* Deciding she can figure out Sleepy's name on her own if and when he wakes up, along with those of everyone else, Neassa nods towards the boarding ramp, guessing from the flowers that Spectre has someone waiting to see him, and tells him, K'oyacyi.**




*Who's the guy having a nap?
**Come back safely.

Leon gave a nod to Fenrir as the Nagai Woman spoke of giving an alias for Adrien to be admitted under, before heading off after Erly and the medical crew that took care of the medical bed, making sure to stay hot on their heels in case any questions about his identity came up before he had a chance to talk to Erly about it

Fenrir watched as Leon took off after Erly, before returning his attention to the woman before him, studying her for a moment as he considered what she had said, and the subtle hints she had dropped. Choices for crew members were pretty slim pickings at the moment, and as it was, there was no guarantee the others that had travelled here with on the Midnight intended to stay aboard. Besides, with a former crew member onboard, things might work a little smoother for them, especially since she'd know more about the ship than any of them
=Fenrir Asikari=
Well, I didn't plan on sticking around long anyway... If you intend to tag along, I suppose we better find out who else is sticking around...
Fenrir then turned around to go back inside the ship, when he noticed the Mando that had joined them on Juvex had changed into a different set of armour and was carrying... sunflowers? well that was definitely not something you saw everyday, not that Fenrir had much grounds to say something was unusual considering his own unique situation. But it was then, that he noticed the other Mandalorian, that he had no recollection of allowing onto the ship or even having heard a mention of before now, but it was easy enough to tell the two knew each other, based purely on the fact they were both Mandalorians. He looked at the mando with the flowers first, before nodding towards the female Mando
=Fenrir Asikari=
Care to explain? I dont mind passangers, so long as I know about them and they work or pay their way...

There was talk. It seemed to come from deep in a well, or outside an airlock was a more fitting description, but Silas focussed on it, swam back from the all-encompassing sleep that had overtaken him, and shifted slightly on the couch, tilting his hat back on his brow. 

Care to explain? I dont mind passangers, so long as I know about them and they work or pay their way...


The fierce man (Preacher still didn't know who he was or could put a face and a name together) was talking to the armoured man and a woman similarly attired. They must have been some sort of knight errant, for the Preacher had seen anything approaching their like on on Kilia, the metal-armoured royal guard who undertook the protection of the Baron and his immediate family. They were elite soldiers, but not to be trusted. He had judged two of them in his life, both had been the hardest judgements he had ever been forced to make. 

The fierce man spoke of passengers in a way that lead him to believe the was in charge around here... but Silas was confused. After many years in Adrien's head, he knew very well that Draykon was the Captain, and a savvy one at that. He'd have to learn the lay of the land. 

You takin' charge here, Feral Man? After speaking to him for a few ye-- uh, hours, I thought Adrien Draykon was the boss-man around here. growing reflective... there were names that flooded his mind And then Tobias. And Ace, Rachel, Mack Dieter... Dax... Connie... Nika Rodan... seemingly coming out of his thoughts, holding up hands, retiring the possible argument before it starts Don't mean nothin'. I can't really pay my way, but you might find use for me. And if we ever find ourselves in the area of, er... he rummages through a leather-bound, well-worn book until he find the page he seeks ...Nar Shaddaa, I should very much appreciate the opportunity to... visit... there. 

Extending a gloved hand. Silas, second of the house Biul. I sometimes get called 'Preacher' by my friends. 

Fenrir gave a nod to the Nagai Woman as she took her leave to go and be with Adrien whilst he was recovering, before his attention was soon drawn to the cowboy-like attired man they had picked up on Juvex that was able to wield that mystical energy known as the Force. He didn't bear any great love for force-users, in fact it had been a part of the reason he had joined The Organization all those years ago, but for right now, he could definitely see the advantage in keeping one or two around the crew, especially considering what his end game here was
=Fenrir Asikari=
Seeing as Adrien is in no real fit shape to lead right now, yeah, I suppose I am taking charge for the time being. You can call me Fenrir...
It was then that the Mandalorian approached and gave him a rather heavy handed pat on the shoulder, which Fenrir rather quickly shrugged-off, as he eyed the Mandalorian, before turning his head slightly to watch the man as he headed off into the Medical Center proper. Personally, he kind of wished it would come to a fail-safe escape option, so that he might be rid of the man, but at the same time, they may end up needing him to help them escape an even more dangerous situation than what ever was like to happen around here.
For now, Fenrir turned his attention back to Silas and the, as yet, unnamed female Mandalorian, as he weighed up their interests in joining the crew. Well, he figured now was as good a time as any to properly inform them both of what exactly they were getting themselves into, whilst they still had a chance to back out and choose somewhere else to go, because once they took off from here, there was no turning back
=Fenrir Asikari=
Since you both intend to join the crew, you best know, that we aren't too picky when it comes to what jobs we take. This ship, and its crew, need supplies, and they dont come cheap. To that extent, you should know our current cargo is a group of slaves destined for Kessel, so if you've got a problem with that, your chance to leave is wide open. Otherwise, get some rest, and if you can help with the pre-flight check, then go right ahead. As for Nar Shaddaa, I'm sure we'll more than likely drop by there more than once, so it shouldn;t be a problem. Any other questions?