Reven leads the limping, half-conscious Gerard onto the bridge of Myitt's Cruiser.
"That," Reven says quietly, "was way too close." He helps Gerard to a seat and straps him in, patting a cut on his head with an antiseptic wipe.
"Yeah, it was fun, wasn't it?" Myitt says, grinning. She looks back at Mar, Kara and Zoshonel, as the ship courses its way through z-space. "First of all, thank you. All of you. You really helped save our asses back there. Now, I don't want to drag you deeper into this mess, so once we reach our rendezvous I'm going to trust you enough to have your own ship and go. Wherever you need to go." She looks at each of them. "I trust one of you can fly an unmarked Skrit Na fighter?"
She eyes Mar. "A demon? Jeez, can't we get a break? I don't like the idea of Cor and his little friends facing some nightmarish hellbeast, but I hope they can take care of themselves. Yes, I think they can take care of ourselves. I know I'll be fine, too, if you do go back to the bar. We've been in worse spots, our crazy little band. Well," she laughs, "not really. But close. And we've survived." She ****s her head quizzically. "Just how bad do you think this...presence...i s?"
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Corliss laughs. "Jedi. Yeah, that sounds like the right vibe, Breek. What do you think this creature is, then? And why in bleeding Christ are we going towards it?"