Trey, noting the sudden exodus of his companions, stands to follow. He hesitates, though, at the sight of Corliss' set expression. This is not my business, he thinks to himself, firmly returning to a sitting position. Whatever is happening outside has nothing to do with him, and he has enough troubles as it is. Instead of following, he looks to Mar hopefully.
"I don't suppose you could right my ship?"
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Terenia does not look back at The Director as she makes her way down the ramp of her ship. As soon as her feet touch the soft soil of the planetoid she unholsters her right Dracon Beam, gripping the handle tightly enough to turn her knuckles white. She leaves her left beam untouched in its holster. She is not expecting a firefight, just preparing herself.
<Forward,> Efaen murmurs in her mind. Terenia nods tersely to herself, placing one bare foot in front of the other, moving forward with an unusual rigidity.
<What if she is here?>
<Irrelevent,> Efaen hisses, <If she is not here, then your mission remains the same. If she is here then you have a debt to repay.>
"A debt owed to an Andalite," she snorts under her breath, but her sarcasm falls flat as she approaches the landing site for the Mirage. For a moment the ship is obscured from view among the swirling dust. A hot wind blows her hair back and she puts an arm over her mouth and nose to keep from coughing. Eventually the dust settles and the still sealed ship falls into her view, along with several other bar patrons that have emerged to witness its arrival. Including -
"Corliss," Terenia breathes, unsure if he can even hear her over the sound of the ship.