Thorn grasped the cold metal railing in the yacht's zero-G chamber and slowly slung herself around the pole. She deftly twirled her body around the bar experimentally before pushing off the bar to float towards the door. Her hands grasped the bar of the door, and she swung it forward to walk on the floor of the craft. The sudden reappearance of gravity made her almost stumble forward, but she caught herself. A waiting armored Kashan shock trooper just stared at her. Thorn just shook her head with a wry little smile.
“It's all right to laugh, you know,” mused the brunette, “just because you almost look like a droid doesn't mean you have to act like one.”
The soldier popped off her helmet, revealing a square face edged with very short blonde hair. She stared at Thorn with almost placid blue eyes, but her lip was beginning to curl up. Christina's mouth dropped.
“Marie? You're of my escorts!?”
The other woman smiled, “Now that was worth it.”
Thorn shook her head again quickly, “And you've kept that from me for the last two days how?”
“With very careful planning?” replied another shock trooper through his amplified vocader, striding in from the Lantillian-built craft's cockpit.
“You're a bad influence sergeant,” lightly chided the woman, “keeping an old friend from me like that...I guess Lucerne is getting better at this. Though truth be told, I do miss the Courage a little bit.”
Sergeant York shrugged, “We both know it's a little too well known for this sort of thing. What's not to like about the Crescent Sun? It's plenty larger and more luxurious than your shuttle...”
“Yeah, I guess it is,” mused Thorn, turning her gaze back to Marie, “but you won't all be wearing your armor for all of this...that'd be more of a giveaway than the Courage...”
Marie shook her head, “Don't worry, Lady Laurent gave us some more...stylish clothing.”
“But myself and Dayners will be remaining on the ship in our armor the whole time, Councilor, just in case you need us to rush in there for a real fight.”
“I can't see that happening...”
“There has been a lot we haven't been able to see coming. The whole lot of us have been blind, milady.”
Thorn winced at the use of the title, “Yes, I suppose you're right. I suppose Lucerne is right, after all, he always his.”
“I wouldn't go that far, Councilor,” replied the sergeant, falling into one of the common room's chairs with a light thud, “I think the company you'll be keeping for the next couple of days is terrifying enough...”
“Another one in the Admiral's molds?”
“It's not the amount of people, milady. It's the type,” explained York, “you can't trust them to follow on what they say they will.”
“Nor will I,” replied the woman with a smile, “and you're going to help me help them to keep their word.”
Marie shook her head, “I don't like what I'm hearing.”
“It'll be all right,” said Thorn, taking up a seat next to the Kashan sergeant, “it'll just be like old times, when my dad used to yell at us for climbing over those old fences or picking fruit from the Lucerne orchard...”
Marie snorted, “Yeah, but it's with blasters and stuff now, slight difference...”