Ossanlin watches as Terenia enters her ship. No sign of engine power are displayed. He nods to himself as she returns from her fighter. He says nothing as Terenia utters the 'prison' comment and follows her with a stalk eye. No doubt, that look had been murderous. Ossanlin was not used to being the subject of hatred, except from Yeerks. She was a Yeerk in a way he supposed, yet she was still human. He would have to try to rememdy that if possible.
He looks to Claxter and nods. <I suppose you do still need a fuel cell. One will be more than enough to get you up to the Tyrennian, especially since you won't have to punch Z-Space. By the way, your transfer work has been completed. If you have any possessions you wish to retrieve from your prior post, we can have them delivered to our next staging-post stop.> Ossanlin trots toward the Mirage and gestures for Claxter to follow. The Mirage appears much like a large tail-fighter, though the surface is sleeker than most due to its improved hull-plating. He approaches the yacht and commands the hatch to open, the interior capable of accomodating a crew of five to six andalites, though still easily pilotable by just one.
<This is my fighter and Captain's Yacht, the Apix Mirage. I've made a few modifications to her.> He gestures again for Claxter to follow. He opens the small hatch that contains storage of extra parts, and pulls out a small cylinder about the size of a fist that appears to be made of steel. It's weight is entirely unproportional to its size and even with his increased arm-strength, Ossanlin has to use both hands to lug the thing. <Does your fighter have the newer quick-change relays or will we have to refill one of your cells manually?>
