Mika works quickly to load her bike on the cargo hauler.  Fortunately she didn't have a blaster handy or she may have been attempted to shoot, or at least stun Devon and Flash who annoyingly clucked over her and tried to help her do every single thing.  Finally the bike was loaded and she climbed into the cab next to Su.

Flash wisely sensing Mika's mood, realising the young mechanic would not be happy to share the cabin with him, quickly unloaded his bike.  Besides, Sheila, who had no bike and wanted to keep on Mika, needed a seat.

When the hauler took off, Devon and Flash fell into an escort pattern.  As they left, Arin arrived.  He'd finally escaped his fans, received his winnings in the form of a certified credit chip and arrived just in time to see the departing speeder.  Recognising Flash and Devon on their bikes, he followed after them.

The trip back to the spaceport took less than ten minutes.  Su accepted payment from Flash, waved and took off.  After a quick bit of datawork with customs, the Talons and their bikes were back in the hangar were the Ghtroc sat quietly.  They found Cor was aboard and most of her droids were missung.  2-1B-D3 was onboard but CC9, A9 and most of the PK droids were nowhere to be found.



OOC:  I've assumed (since she hasn't posted) Sheila will want to stay with her patient.

Arin you have a certified credit chip (essentially cash) for 500 credits.  Add it to your balance.  Don't forget to deduct 50 credits for the entry fee if you haven't already (that goes for all racers).

Well you're all back in the hangar.  Cor is here (so feel free to join in Cor) but Zyra, Mark, Heigren and most of the droids are not here.
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All of the blast doors are down right across the ship.  It's not in lockdown but nobody inside could possibly see out of any of the view ports.  When the ramp lowers to let the Talons in they can also see that most of the lights in the ship are either off or turned right down.

Cor is in the ship.  She's doing something somewhat un-Cor-like.

She's dancing.

It's a sinuous sort of dance with a lot of waving of the arms and tilting of the hips.  She seems to actually be moderately good at it.  She's not going to win any awards but she'd hold her own on a dancefloor (presuming she could stand to be dancing on anything as big as a dancefloor, which is highly doubtful).

Cor is wearing a pair of very short shorts and a cut-off top that bares her midriff.  She's barefoot as well.  Most importantly, perhaps, she's wearing cordless headphones, which is why she doesn't hear the Talons come into the common area where she happens to be cutting the proverbial rug.

When she does see them her eyes go wide.  Then she carefully lowers her arms, assumes a more modest stance and takes her headphones off.  She opens her mouth but nothing comes out; coughing slightly she tries again.

"Er.  Hello.  I did not expect anyone to be back."  She thumbs her comm unit.  "D3, I see that some of the Talons have returned."
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"Your eyesight is still working then," the droid says back in a somewhat sardonic tone.  "Excellent."

As soon as Arin had managed to park his swoop and power it down, he leaped off it and headed for Mika. "Look", he said before he could be interupted. "I saw you crash and I would have turned around if there had been any room to do so. When there was room for it, I was already too far from you and thought I'd make it to you faster if I ran the course through. I know I must seem like a damn gloryhound and I wish I could have come to your aid, but things were somewhat beyond my control. If you need any parts for fixing your ride, I'm more than happy to pay for them."

Arin didn't care for winning the race nor the prize. He wanted to have a good working relationship with the rest of the Talons, even Flash, and if that meant relinquishing the prize credits, then that was just fine with him. Now he simply stood quiet, waiting for Mika to reply and tell him either to shove off or that it was okay. Had it been Flash, Arin would have been certain of the reply.

Mika winces at Arin's tone.  She closes her eyes, but manages to resist the urge to cover her ears with her hands.  When she gets a moment, she responds in a very small voice.  "Don't sweat if Arin.  Your not a medic and no one's working on my swoop but me.  Even if they were picking me up with sponges and tweezers, there wasn't anything you could've done.  If you'd splashed, I'd kept going.  And you pulled the prize, good for you.  All I really need is some space, some tools and some privacy.  I've got the tools and there's plenty of space around here... ". Her words fade out suggestively.

"If space's what you need, then that you'll have. But if you need anything, you know how to reach me, okay? And for the record, I'm really happy, you are okay. I don't like losing people. And next time, I'll have your wing." Arin gave her a wink and proceeded to stow the swoop for the time being. He didn't want to talk to Devon and even less to Flash, so heheaded out to chat with Cor, who'd hopefully would not get her underwear tied on a knot when she heard of what had happened at the race.

"Next time?  NEXT TIME?" Flash roared, unable to contain himself.  "Is that the shit they teach you to drivel at Imp school where they hatch you guys?  Three times now you haven't had your partner's wing.  Not one, not two but THREE!  Fourth time lucky huh?"

"I have no idea why you're on this team.  You're reckless, irresponsible and a danger to your team.  You're not worthy to be one of us, you're definitely not worthy of your number.  He was a million times the man you are."

He turned to Mika.  "Sorry to disappoint you Trake but I always support my wingman.  If you crash, fall, or are in trouble I will be there, wether I can do something or not.  That's what a wingman is for."

"I'm going for a drink, somewhere where it stinks less of Arin's bullshit."

Flash stormed out of the hangar looking for a bar.  He needed a Lomin Ale, probably with three shots of whisky poured in.  As he walked, he realised he shouldn't of used names or hinted at Imperials or teams.  He'd write himself up later.  He tried to justify it to himself that they'd done a full security sweep, set up countermeasures and Cor was overseeing security with the B1's.  The truth was he was mad, furious.  Why did the Commander trust this guy.  And why had he made him Talon Five?
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Before Arin or anyone else had a chance to react to Flash's outburst, Devon raised his voice enough to override any comments the others started to make.
"Injured people and doctors here, everyone else over there." he pointed emphatically at the boarding ramp.  He lowered his voice to a more reasonable level. "Cor, can you please either come with me, or watch through one of your droids?  Thanks."

Following Arin, Devon paused in the doorway to look back into the room.
"I'm glad you're OK, Mika," he said quietly, sounding sincere.  "Just call if you need me, OK?"

Devon waited for either Cor or her chosen droid to join them, then shut the door separating them from Mika and Sheila.  He stood for a moment, eyes closed, took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.  Then he turned to face the ex-Imperial.  He kept his voice low - perhaps so Mika wouldnt overhear them, maybe just to control his own temper.
"OK, Arin.  Let's be clear - I'm fairly pissed off right now, but I'm tryin' to be fair here.  So how about you cut the crap you were feeding Mika back there and tell me what the hell you were thinking.  Look at this" he pulled his datapad out and tossed it to the other man. "There's the track layout I downloaded before the race, same as you.  That's where Mika crashed." he pointed at a spot on the map.
"After you cleared that warehouse, you could have turned back any time - You didn't.  You could have used comms to alert any of us what had happened - you didn't.  Instead you kept going for another thirty klicks - about two thirds the total length the track." 

Devon paused for a moment, letting Arin look over the map before snatching his datapad back and shoving it into a pocket.
"And then, after you had finished... I think you said 'I had no way of pulling over and heading back, even if I wanted to.'."  There was another few moments of silence.  "'Even if I wanted to.'" repeated Devon, through clenched teeth. "Guess winning the damn race was more important to you than her life, right?


OOC: editted for clarity.
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Wjile Arin was talking to Mile, Sheila hadn't really been paying attention to what he said.  They'd been racing, she understood why no one would go back since there was help there.  It wasn't like they were playing on a derelict planet, or the left behind one would be captured.  She was thinking about the meds and where they were in the little sickbay and watching mika overwork herself with her ride.

She jumped as flash exploded,  Flash was ready to find fault with arin right now, for anything,  she felt the draw to go calm flash down,and remind Arin to give him time.  Arin might not be her most favorite person, but she'd been recently new to the team too, but at least she'd had some time between jumping ship and joining up to prove her independent creds.  Flash stormed off back out, probably looking for something to get drunk on,  and she decided to see what happened next before she went chasing after anyone.  Besides, there was the mika not overworking herself problem.

Then Devon took the lead and she was stuck in with mika.

Mika gives in to the temptation this time and covers her ears as Flash yells at Arin and Devon yells at bith.  Before she could thank Flash, or ask him to keep his voice down, or respond to Devon wth anything more than a painful nod, Flash goes stomping out and Devon drags Arin into the ship.

Finally left to her own devices, Mika moves about slowly.  She's steady enough as she determines where in the hanger to set up.  She'd need decent light and power connections, but being out of casual sight was a major goal.  Too much attention had been focused on her already and she has a powerful headache.

Cor goes paler than usual when Flash erupts into fury.  She immediately steps for her room but stops as Devon speaks to her; speaking into her comm unit in her native tongue she then nods to Devon, steps around him lightly and shuts the door to her room behind her.  The lock engages.

And then the medical droid is standing there, taking everything in.  Clearly Cor can monitor the situation through the 2-1B.  Eyes everywhere.

Sheila tries one more time.  "Mika, no one will mess with the swoop unless you say so,  but you should rest.  It'll help the pain.  Do not even try to tell me you are not in pain,  you just aren't that good of a liar.

Mika still speaks with a small voice, glad that most of the others have allowed her some peace.  "It hurts a bit, no lies about that. But if I rest, I'll just be thinking about my head hurting.  If I do something I enjoy, like working on the swoop, it'll help me relax and take my mind off the headache."