Six Degrees of Freedom

Eventually, after several more minutes of travel, the chief Stanistani spaceport came into view. Adrian approached it, the rest of the Fleet likely following him in.

Landing was a simple process; especially compared to the devastating firefight they had taken part in barely ten minutes prior.

Seth landed the Phoenix with little difficulty. The door made a hiss as the seal was released, and he stepped out, stretching his cramped limbs.

"Forgot how cramped it can be in there. And so, I've survived my first firefight!"

"You and me both, man." Jake remarked as he was taking care of unloading his car from the Discovery's cargo bay, lighting up a cigarette.

"... Fucking hell, how did I get dragged into this bullshit?" He jokingly added, glancing at the others to make sure everything was fine on their end.

edited 12th Jul '15 8:33:57 AM by FokiasTheJester

Emily nearly bounced out of the Noether. She stretched and said, all smiles, "I'm always so full of energy after flying my ship. I wonder why?" She shrugged. "Oh well. Let's go get paid."

The Soundwave lands and from a panel out pops a metal rectangular outfit. It unfolds itself back into the shape of a panther, and Ravage does a few stretches. Seems that it's been a while since he's been doing that, and he's a bit rusty at the moment. Ravage pantomimes a yawn to make sure its jaw is working properly, then looks back at its companions while his metallic tail does a few twitches like it's wagging.

"Payment would be rather suitable."

Marcia landed her Harrliard with ease. After that firefight with those filthy Kebabs, anything not too extreme can be relaxing. The Harrliard's hatch opens, and Marcia climbs out. She seemed fine though a little shaken up. She stretches her arms and legs for a bit.

"Y-yeah, let's um do that..."

Jake took a long drag from his cigarette, stopping with a low chuckle as he notices Emily jumping out of her ship.

"Damnit, girl, you're making this shit look way to easy, what's yer secret there?" He asked, while nodding to Marcia and Ravage. "How 'bout you two, you doin' good?"

"I'm uh doing fine for n-now... Thanks for um asking."

Marcia smiled at Jake.

"Well, we're still alive. Atlas Fleet lives to fight another day. Now, what do you suggest we do after we get paid? Relax for a bit? Company picnic?"

He chuckled at his own quip.

"But seriously, it's time we all sat down and just get to know each other. What better way than over lunch or something?"

Kirby didn't so much land the Dragoon as smack it into the ground and bounce off of it. It hovered in place as its rider landed on his feet without difficulty. He twirled and stretched his little hands for a moment.

And then Seth mentioned food.

"Lunch? LUNCH!" Kirby said happily. "Kirby vote for lunch!"

The puffball skipped about excitedly. Food was always good.

“Man, if I knew...” Adrian left his sentence unfinished as he climbed out of the Green Demon, the fightercraft already shutting down and its cockpit closing behind him. He listened to everyone talk about what they were going to do next, before he decided to weigh in.

“Much as I'd like to get lunch and figure out just who the hell I'm flying with, I'm with... Emily, right? Yeah. I'm with her. Let's get some money to pay for it with, huh?”

Gil was standing about.

"Very well a meal. You'll get to learn more about my magnificence."

After a couple seconds thought, Adrian got a sudden idea.

"How about this? Everyone who wants to have a meal can go debate about where to eat. Everyone else can go get us paid, and then come back."

Soundwave matter-of-factly spoke "I wish to secure compensation for this dreary work as soon as possible. Therefore, I will accompany whoever seeks to receive payment. That is a reasonable enough compromise you propose."

Jake shrugged as he listened to the other pilots debating where to go, idly taking a long drag from his cigarette and sitting on the hood of his car.

"Man, either works for me... If you want me to drive ya somewhere though, better ask now, this thing's got limited room!"

"Well, I'll go with to get our pay. I just suggested the lunch idea. Also...who's the leader around here, anyways? Other than the mysterious voice in our heads?"

He looks around at the others.

"I'm not the best candidate, but if no one else will be leader, I suppose I could be..."

Marcia listened to the others talk.

"T-that works, I um guess..."

Marcia paused for a moment to come up with a suggestion. Sandwiches were on her mind at the time.

"W-why don't we um try a sub-submarine sandwich or t-two for um our lunch...?"

Adrian noted Seth saying he wanted to be the leader. "Meh... I don't care too much. You act stupid, though, and me - or someone else with brain cells - will be taking over the position."

"In the meanwhile, I'm heading off with Jake to go get paid." Adrian began making his way towards Jake's car.

"Stupid? How am I stupid? I'm a starship mechanic, dammit."

He headed over to the car headed on the road to payday.

"That was an if, man, don't get your titties in a bunch. Besides, we can do fine without a leader, we ain't some paramilitary unit or some shit!" Jake said as he got into his car.

Emily decided to hop in the car with Adrian, Seth, and Jake.

"Actually...we kind of are, aren't we? We were hired and we did just commit mass genocide."

Adrian jumped into the car. "Gilgamesh's got a good point, y'know. Wouldn't count it as genocide, bound to be more of them, but hey. Gun it, Jake."

"Heeeh, I guess, but fuck it, we ain't enough for some chain of command bullshit, we're better off as some sort of anarcho-syndicalist commune." Jake remarked with a low chuckle.

"Anyways! Car's full, we're going to get our payday! My number's on the Discovery's windshield if you need to call me or something; See y'all later, kiddos!" He added as the car took off with its passengers, the tires screeching a bit from the acceleration, radio blaring a certain song.

Ravage tails right after the car through the amazing act of sprinting. It's hard to say whether he's just being arrogant to show it could keep up or practical given his large frame wouldn't really fit. Although knowing the Cybertronian, it could easily have been both.