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Arrival

Their flight path makes sure they are well out of the way of both the battles taking place and they get to the shield station within an hour as long as they fly quickly.

There are no enemy ships around but it is clear there has been an attack, the shield disk itself is damaged and there seems to be no power in the station.

Once they dock they will be met by some technicians who quickly explain the situation.

Help is needed everywhere. The power needs repaired, the shield needs repaired from the outside, there are injured technicians who need medical care. There is a small med-bay available.

Maintenance

Once the initial crisis is dealt with it is a case of keeping up with things. A patrol is needed to guard the station from other attacks, there are four shield stations in total and so the voidtreckers may chose to split themselves once things are a little calmer.

Keeping up the shields is an almost constant job, especially with the attacks. Once one thing is fixed it seems another thing is down. The maintenance itself is very technical but there are parts that can be done by the unskilled as long as they have direction.

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Garrett took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. The matter of trust was a sensitive one for him. It always seemed to lead to sadness and heartbreak whenever he was concerned.

"I hope that trust doesn't come back to bite you one day," he said. The pun wasn't intentional but it might as well have been. He took another deep breath but let this one out much more quickly. He was fine. He was always fine.

He didn't object any further. He quickly grabbed the man about the shoulders and started to drag him away from the scene. He'd find a nice dark corner to shore up in while he finished as much of this meal as he could. He nodded to Eva as he left her to clean up after him.

The pun's not lost on her, but she grins anyway. "I've got good survival instincts."

Better than good, really, but that's neither heard nor there. The same with the fact she trusts him and as far as she cares, the bare to breaking that trust is a high one. One she doubts Garret could clear.

"I'll wait around until you're done."

Once he's gone, she gets to work. It's not easy, that for sure. The few times she's had to cover something like this up, Goopy'd been with her and it'd either been snowing, bush enough wild pokemon were a feasible blamepin, or a cave. At least most of the blood's soaked up by the hoodie, though she'll need to get rid of it ASAP.

By the time she's done, it looks feasible enough that what she'd suggested could have happened.

He ate quickly, not wanting another visitor to drop by while he was preforming taboo. Had it not been a requirement for everyone's safety he would have lost his appetite after that awkward run-in. But he needed this. He needed to consume as much as he could to stave off an episode while on the train.

He debated taking some meat with him for later. He could help to lengthen the amount of time between hunts but it wouldn't last forever. He decided against it because it was too much of a risk. He really didn't feel like explaining to anyone (else) about his little curse.

When he was done eating, he managed to stuff the rest of the remains into as small of a container as he could find in the empty hallways and hoped no one would find it until after they were long gone from this place.

He crept back out towards where he'd left Eva some time ago, limbs twitchy, nervous. He wasn't sure he wanted to see her waiting for him. On the one hand, she was helping him. Or the other, he didn't really want to deal with facing her again so soon. He just wasn't good at people and this situation just made it all the worse for him.

Eva's waiting, though not exactly looking in his direction. Her face isn't so much blank as it is frowning at her work.

As if she's judging it. which she is. Judging so hard, never mind the bloody hoodie in her hands.

"Ne, Garret-san. You think this'll pass muster? I'm not used to doing this without Goopy at least."

Again, it's like this is the weather and there's nothing to suggest she's even remotely uncomfortable. If anything, she's a little to comfortable.

Garrett was more surprised by her casual nature than her still being around he supposed but didn't show it. He glanced down at the mostly cleaned up mess and then to the bloody garment in her hand. Then at her.

"It'll have to do. Here, give me that," he said and held out his hand for the hoodie. "I'll get rid of it. Then we'll just... pretend none of this ever happened."

Someone else could deal with what was left. They could split, leave this area and never come back. Then no one could ask them any questions about it and they wouldn't have to lie. That was the plan in Garrett's mind.

She hands it over without protest.

"Sure. It's not like the others would understand, anyway." There's a small grin. "Our secret- and if you ever need someone to cover for you or keep an eye out..." She'll do it in a heartbeat. (Or offer herself up, once she knows the train will just resurrect her) "Now, let's get back to keeping this station functional."

Because that's kind of important if they don't want to die in space.

Garrett hesitated before he answered. "...Thanks. Eva."

He stopped short, not certain what to really say. Instead he nodded gratefully and left it at that. They seemed to already understand the situation anyway.

Still... she was doing a big thing for him doing this... all of it. He wished he could show his appreciation better.

Perhaps another time. He hesitated one more time, now as he began to turn and step away. But then he seemed determined once more, set a firm expression on his face, and stepped away from her.

He went to go dispose of the hoodie as promised--he knew a place that already held a bloody body--and then would likely disappear for a good long while. At least until something else important came up.

"You're welcome. Take care."

Don't worry, from the smile on her face and how casually relaxed she is, she knows he appreciates it.

She lets him go, and then she's off in a different direction at a casual pace herself never mind the war going on around them.

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:( /late

also late. close to a wrap though?

Yes!

\o/ we made it!

It's a wrap!