"Reckon you'd better listen to your brother, little mate," says Corliss with a big grin, gingerly pinching his bruised nose. "No demons or slimy monsters, eh? And especially watch out for those sluggy people you're so good at telling apart." He picks up his weapons belt and his few things and starts down the ramp outside. The fresh air feels strange after so long in the stale air of the cabin. He makes sure he has his hand on his Dracon, just in case; whatever this demon thing was, he didn't want to be caught off guard by it.
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James smiles, reminiscing. "Yeah, my mom, too. I miss them, back home." He sighs, then smirks a little. "But my favorite holiday was always Halloween." He tilts his head a bit, hands behind his back. Reven continues, "I'm sure you've been trained to fight, so to speak, but I think we'd like to have you rest a bit. Of course, being prepared to use those skills at any time will serve you well. Our way of life isn't exactly the safest."
"Yeah, life insurance is a ****," Myitt drones. "Alright, Christine is going to dock with us. Reven, Kara and I are going to meet up with our people at the main spaceport ship, so this is sort of the last call for anyone who wants to go your separate way. We could in theory get you a ship, as I was saying earlier, but the more any of you know about us the harder it will be not to declare you an inadvertant security threat."
She hails Christine's ship. "You can land in our Cruiser's docking bay, I'm sending the docking procedure now."
Turning to Mar, she asks, "I thought you were going to kill yourself, what happened?"