#Susanna – April 6, 2015

Ilyna is about to finish tidying up her belongings that have drifted away during gravity's absense, and packing her armor back into the bag in an organized way in case she needs it on short notice again. Her non-combat belongings are in the lockbox. Ilyna's pistol and a few clips is lying on the bed beside her.

Ilyna is in the bunk room, by the way.

Sioria groans as she finally comes back to consciouness in her bunk. She lifts a hand and strokes her brow, grunting against the dull ache. "Feel like I was in a rock-slide..." she grumbles before sitting up. "What happened?" she asks before looking herself over. "arms... legs... fee- ow... ow ow ow... that's busted..." she groans as she tries to wiggle her ankle. "Great. Still in one peice...

Ilyna frowns. "Fun is not how I would describe it," she says from the bunk below the turian's, "and I wasn't in here for most of it. You should check with Halisi if you're injured."

Sioria nods slowly as she tries to stop the room from spinning. "Last thing I remember is putting on my helmet to stop this happening." she says, holding her head steady. "Fucking concussion... you seen my helmet?" she asks, sliding down the ladder and landing on one leg, the other sticking out behind her. She hops around a little before sitting next to Ilyna. "and what did I miss?"

Ilyna tilts her head. "Some of the people we rescued from the planet... got infected, and the cargo bay was separated from the rest of the ship," she says, before looking at the turian, concerned. "You should go see the doctor."

Sioria blinks and tilts her head in the same direction, then instantly regrets it as her eyes go a bit loopy. "Ow... ow stop... stop moving." she says, placing a hand on Ilyna's shoulder. "Right. So. Infected on the ship. They dead? We safe?" she asks. "Typical, take one blow to the head and you miss the important shit..."

Ilyna raises an eyebrow. "I'm not moving," she says. "And yes, they are. We got the cargo bay back, too."

Jasper is doing a bit of picking up and shoving bunks back in place along with Jattic's help. "On our way home. Few more days an' we can put this whole trip in our rearview mirror..." the older man sighs.

Sioria "You're all over t-the place." she mumbles, then shakes her head. "Oh. There you are. Hey." Then she smiles, squinting a little. "Good. We're all fine and dandy." She smiles happily. "Now. New mission. Help Sioria get to the medbay because she's seeing... three cute Asari infront of her when there should be one. Pretty please?" she looks at the gramps and smiles. "Hooray! Real food,

Ilyna blushes a bit, but decides to help the turian. She winds an arm around the turian's waist and takes the hand nearest her and wraps it over her shoulders, holding onto it. "I think I've had my year's ration of space travel right about now," she says. "So, I hope that's the last action we'll see before we're back, but knowing my luck... I probably shouldn't have said that." She slowly

Jason is laying in his bunk, staring up at the ceiling blankly. "Don't get your hopes up on some lengthy R&R. Linda is still out there. Our jobs not done until we find her."

Sioria manages to get to her feet, holding onto the asari tightly. "Love it when you blue babes turn purple around the edges." She says with a chuckle, then instantly regrets standing up as her head swims. "Concussioooon..." she mutters, shaking her head. "Would you believe this is my first time off Aite? Great first trip, huh?" she asks. "at least I'll never have that desire to explore the

Ilyna turns the turian carefully towards the doorway, not giving a response to the remark. "I know," she says, to Jason. "And I don't doubt there's a lot of work to be done keeping the agency afloat in the meantime."

Jason reaches up with his remaining arm and puts his hand between his head and his pillow. "Meantime? There is no meantime. Someone has her. If it's not Father Marchal's people, then there's no telling what we're dealing with. We need to make moves to find out who has her. The Agency has been on life support for some time now. A little longer isn't going to change anything. I'll-... I don't

Sioria looks between Jason and Ilyna. "Hm. Well. Whatever happens, I'll stick by you guys." she says. "I mean sure, my first mission has been... eventful-and-not-in-a-good-way, but its a job, right?"

Jason turns over onto his side, facing away from Ilyna. "We don't have the luxury of taking our time, Ilyna. She might be in danger..."

Jasper grunts as he finishes shoving his bunk back into place. "Look. We've been through a lot these past couple days. Maybe this is a conversation ya'll should save 'fer when we get home, after tempers have calmed a bit an' we've had some time to let things sink in?"

Sioria looks between them a little more. "...shit's fucked." she says under her breath. She then points in the space three meters from Jasper. "Upside-down-man's got a point."

Steve steps through the door and slides past Ilyna and Sioria, catching the tail-end of the turian's comment about it being a job. "Well now, sounds like a bit of blind loyalty. What is it about Redrock that inspires so many people to rush off to their deaths?" he says. Possibly joking. Probably not. But a smirk persists on his face.

Ilyna sighs. "I know," she says, "but we can't do anything about it before we get any information to go on." She starts walking towards the doorway out, slowly.

Sioria laps Steve on the shoulder in a friendly way. "Crippling lonliness, a sexy asari keen to sign on, and unemployment, my friend." she says. "There's three reasons for you. Put than in an envelope and mail it." she says, then blinks. "Why did I say that?" she asks herself then to Ilyna. "WHY did I SAY that?" she asks, then points out the door. "Onwards! My brain is busted!"

Steve gives a chuckle as he goes about getting his own bunk back in order. "Your funeral..." he jokes.

Steve drags his locker back into place beside his bunk. "Uh huh... I'll do my best not to cry."

Ilyna chuckles and shakes her head, still walking towards the door.

Sioria chuckles as they leave. "Tears Steven! Only tears will satisfy my ghost!" and out the door they go. "Hey Ilyna?" she asks, looking at her now. "How long do you think this will last?"

Ilyna raises an eyebrow. "I don't know, but it can take a while," she says, "you can ask the doctor when we're there."

Jason frowns, not that Ilyna could see it from her position. "Which is why we have a whole lot of work to do when we get home..."

Sioria smiles. "sounds like fun." she says as they hobble. "You know what they say. Things are gonna get easier." she says. "Or was that a song..." she taps her chin. "Oooh child, things are gonna get easier... oooh child, things'll get briiighter..." she sings then nods. "Sounds about right. Things'll be okay!"

Ilyna chuckles. "You're in the wrong line of work," she jokes after hearing the turian's awesome singing skills.

Sioria chuckles and pulls Ilyna into a half hug, then almost stumbles, making her eyes go crosseyed. "Whoops!" she eeps, then rights herself. "Good to have a back-up, right?" she asks.

Mendez is carrying a rather large crate across the cargo hold. He's still wearing his shredded up shirt, which has a healthy amount of blood staining it. He grunts as he tosses the crate into the corner with little regard for the crate. Or the wall.

Ilyna sighs and helps keep the turian upright. "Just... focus on walking," she says. "We'll be there in a minute." The enter into the cargo hold, which is just slightly less of a mess, but there's an uncluttered path through it.

Sioria hops alongside Ilyna then looks over at Mendez. "He must be seriously proud of his pecs." she says. "Dunno why he doesn't just take off that shirt. Its all... y'know. Done-in." Sioria whispers now looking at Ilyna.

Ilyna shakes her head, focusing on getting the turian across the room instead of looking around. "Tell him yourself," she mutters a response.

Mendez pays no mind to the two passing through. Far too much cleanup to be had.

Sioria looks over at Mendez. "Hey man! You, uh... got a little something..." she says, pointing at her chest. "Kinda suits you but... y'know." she smiles happily then hobbles alongside Ilyna, still looking loopy.

Mendez looks down at his shirt, but seems a bit confused. "Is Jasper handing out that vile drink of his again?" he asks, eyeing Ilyna, "Don't let her drink anymore of it. It's not safe."

Sioria grins at Mendez. "Nah, concussion." she says. "But seriously, change your shirt man. Walking bio-hazard n shit." hobbly-hobble loopy Turian.

Ilyna looks a little embarrased. "I don't think he's offered," she says.

Mendez shakes his head and returns to his crate-hurling.

Sioria chuckles. "Strong man." she says, leaning a little heavier on ilyna. "Iiiii think I'm gonna throw up!" she says, holding her stomach. "loooovely."

Ilyna reaches the doorway to the hallway where the med-bay is, and opens it. "Not on me, please," she simply says. She keeps walking.

Sioria nods and walks in. She finds the nearest trashcan and brings it up to her face. She doesn't have to wait long until she up-chucks. She waits a few seconds then puts the can down. "I don't remember eating that..." she mumbles, feeling her tummy. "I could use a seat."

Ilyna stops and lets the turian return her last meal. "You can sit down in the infirmiary," she says before they continue walking. When outside the med-bay, she knocks on the door.

Ilyna awaits Halisi's instructions about the turian and complies, before making her way back into the cargo bay.

Mendez grunts as he tosses another crate in the corner and dusts off his hands. He's beginning to breathe heavily, but he's put a nice dent in moving the clutter out of the way.

Jason is still laying in his bed staring off distantly.

Steve has his locker open and he's looking over what remains of his gear.

Jasper gives a glance in Ilyna's direction from his bed, having taken a seat since she left the room. "She gon' be alright?" he asks, "Seemed a bit out of it."

Ilyna sighs and walks over to her bunk. "I think so," she says. "Halisi probably knows what's wrong with her."

Ilyna nods. "Hopefully nothing permanent," she says. "I don't even think my sister would put up with her in that state."

Jasper fiddles with his cap a bit, attempting to straighten it. "Your sister know her?" he asks, "Figured she was just a hire the Chief picked up on the fly."

Jattic grunts as he climbs into his bunk. "You made the right call. We lost too much out here."

Ilyna nods. "She didn't agree, though," she says, before glancing at Jason, "but just signing up behind my back didn't work this time."

Jasper gives a soft chuckle. "Sounds like she's tried that before? 'Yer sister a handful?"

Ilyna frowns. "We... sort of drifted apart when she and my father moved to Illium," she admits. "I wasn't part of her life when she made that decision.... I would never have let her."

Ilyna nods. "I know," she says, "but I don't want her to get hurt... or go on nightmarish jobs like this." She sighs. "She's like too many asari her age, though, so I have realized there's no changing her."

Jasper gives a chuckle. "Well... I mean, it's a nice way to keep tabs on her, right? The devil you know, and all that..."

Jasper glances up at Jason and makes a bit of a face at Ilyna. "He's gon' need 'yer help..." he whispers, leaning forward in Ilyna's direction, "Don't think his head is screwed on straight at the moment..."

Ilyna nods. "I... don't blame him," she responds in a whisper. "I'll do all I can to help him and the agency."

Jason sighs loudly. "I can hear you." he says, his voice a bit muffled by the pillow pressed against his face, "I'm fine."

Ilyna raises her brows for a moment, and glances towards Jason. "Oh... I thought you were sleeping," she says. "Sorry."

Jason grumbles a bit.

Jasper lifts his legs up onto his bed, passing an amused glance at Ilyna. "Well... I'm gon' try and get a little shut eye. Too much excitement for one day. Let's hope that was the last of it."

Ilyna stands up from her bed. "I won't disturb you, then," she says, "I told Mendez I'd be back to help tidy up the cargo bay, so I should follow up on that." She doesn't linger for long before making her way out of the room.