On returning to the fleet, the other Talons barely saw Devon for almost two days after they got back. The first day was mainly taken up with a long hot shower, followed by good food and nearly twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep.
The second day, Devon mostly spent growing increasingly frustrated with the post mission report that Kotas people clearly expected of him. He and Zyra sat on opposite sides of a table in the mess hall, talking and passing data-pads back and forth. Devon frequently looked alternately baffled or irritated, and there was some swearing from the Corellian, but eventually they got it done - Zyra translating Devons extremely conversational in tone account of events into something more formal.
On the third day, the Talons were informed that Mark had regained consciousness, and Devon immediately raced to visit his former commander, arriving shortly behind Jax. Devons visit was brief, but he came out of the room almost smiling, and looking a little more relaxed. On his return, he announced to the Talons that Mark was recovering, although he needed a lot more time.
Banished from medical - as Sheppard still needed a lot of rest - Devon spent the next few days attempting to unwind, but it seemed that without something to keep him occupied the engineer was struggling to stop himself from fretting about what was coming next. He frequently moaned about the continued absence of the Talons ships, and his own ship
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Lin Daochi:
"So, what do you plan to do next, Seven", she asked Devon. Without the grime and properly dressed, she was pretty enough to turn heads. "The unfortunate events have left me in a bit of a spot, since I lost almost everything I had. I could use some work, if you know anyone in the need of a slicer."
When Lin tracked him down, Devon was pacing back and forth in the mess, gesturing with a mug of caf and talking ship modifications with his R2 unit, Catch.
Devon lowered his mug and turned to regard the woman.
"
Our next move? Honestly, I dont know. We - I gambled a hell of a lot on this mission. An' we're waitin' for our allies to come through on their half of things... till that happens, an' we know what we've got to move forward with, its kinda hard to make plans."
The shipjacker sighed and sat down, one hand resting on the R2 units dome head.
"Work? well, given where an' how we met you... an that you didnt get chucked into another cell after you were debriefed... I'm inclined to trust you. But final say belongs to Zyra Jax. If she says you're on the level, then there's a place for you on our team if you want it. We can always find use a good slicer. They pays bad an' the hours are lousy.. but if you got a hate on for the Empire, you'll get satisfaction outta it."
Devon regarded the R2 for a few moments.
"
In the mean time, you wanna do me a favour? I bought Catch here on Nar Shaddaa from a guy who didnt really wanna go into what he'd been usin' the droid for before... anyhow, long story short - Catch has got a bunch of skill programming I think I wanna change. That somethin' we can get done?"