Boarding Action. Will a savior come? [Prim]

Prim couldn't argue with that offer. A weak and single chuff equating a laugh escaping their lips as the majority of what could be stored was stuffed into those handy little capsules. That pouch at their side started to jingle with the various loose and in use pill-sized contraptions, leaving the Kashvar with nothing he'd have to carry other than the blaster. Which she could thankfully just yank back after everything was said and nod at the fox boy.

"Works for me."
As for if he'd talk about the attack here, or if there was any possibility at all they'd consider taking up a full time position for the likes of the emperor... That was a hard sell. Even if it paid well and came with all of that, to be someone's elite vanguard was to devote time and appeal to subservience under them. Prim was hardly ever the fan of being locked down, especially given their current goal of breaking themselves free of his father's chains. If that's even possible. Yakito could see them think on it for a moment as they turn back the way they came. Staring at the track of grime and blood they brought in here.

"Can't promise anything, but I was figuring Arcose would make for a good stop anyways. If the pay's good, I could throw you a metaphorical bone and speak on what happened here. Who knows, might see this dusty place again if there's more caches in here. As for working for the Arcosians?... I don't know."
He started to wander off before Yakito even mentions going back, nodding and keeping those eyes peeled for any sudden movements. Throwing that sixth sense out to also track any life that's possibly waiting for the pair to let their guards down.

"Good call. Let's get a move on."

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Prim just nods and follows along, not complaining any when Yakito took lead once again. The Kashvar took heavy strides while following the earthling, with those eyes continuing to scan their surroundings. Nothing. This feeling of being alone now in the facility should have been accompanied with relief, but the pale warrior has their mind racing with ideas about what those things were, and where they came from. All passing by the pair as their walk felt shorter than it really was. Paying mind to step around carapaces and bug guts, the Kashvar and Earthling eventually arrive at the panel to the doors leading out.

"Mhm. Step aside."
Prim offered as yet another compromise. Tilting his head to the side the Earthling would need to move to so that he may access the panel himself. Placing the blaster just on top the makeshift splint and sash, they'd use that single hand to fish out their generator again. Clearly they still preferred doing things themself, looking out for themself, when it could be afforded. It took a bit of finagling to lower the cable out of the pad and into the door, a simple kick to turn it on after it was placed on the ground would suffice. The gate's top light flickered back to life. Operable once again.

"Go ahead. I'll give it a few seconds before retrieving the power and hopping through myself."
Prim offered, waving at the way out before tapping a few buttons on the gate to get it open. The cold outside would be greeting them again, a slight snowstorm accompanying their return. The outline of the ship remained visible for the pair to see from here, at least.

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The work went on, the quiet pressing of buttons went on even as Yakito gave some lip and his own two pieces on why exactly someone with a broken arm would be stubborn enough to do this themselves. Silence was what greeted the foxling for a good moment, those eyes remaining focused as those ears stay firm at attention. There wasn't an sign of embarrassment, or heightened anger from the audacity for the Earthling to speak at her like this. Despite soon turning back on his word and flustering to pay it no mind, Prim looked back at the blonde.

"You're right. Nothing was stopping you. Nothing still is."
It sounded so matter of fact, like it was a simple math question with the proof and everything, no nuance could be had with such a formulaic answer. But it really didn't solve for what Yakito really asked. 'Why the stubborness'? The poor guy was probably expecting the next words. "Trust. It's not something I take easy to. Don't take it too hard." About the best consolation prize to ease the foxling's nerves about helping Prim at all was the simple tug the Kashvar gave to the shash around their neck and crippled arm.

They still accepted help with the arm, despite what they might say about 'trust'.

"Fueling it is on the outside, being a dock craft. It'll take a few minutes."
They hung back for a moment to watch the pair meet up again, not taking up in the pleasantries themselves. It distracted the foxling at least. They were also stubborn enough to grab a capsule of fuel out themselves and do that by hand as well, despite being even less cripple friendly. They didn't ask for direct help yet again.

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Prim was probably expecting and content with the fact they probably were doing this by themselves. Either from the fact their answer didn't seem to garner any appreciation from the foxling. They seemed distracted by their mother and her well being anyways. At this point, Prim was just doing what they could to aid in their own survival here. Their good hand comes up to tug their shoulder cape harder around their body. They were not used to a cold climate when Konats was famous for its jungles and deserts.

By the time Yakito got to Prim's side, they already popped open one of the fuel capsules. Standing it upright right next to where the port for fueling was. Doing this with one hand proved easy for now, but his appearance at their side caught the pale warrior's eyes. They pause for a moment as they're spoken to. Genuine thanks, and an apology. Something the boy wasn't really deserving of for how nonchalant he tried dismissing Yakito earlier, but the glancing would soften up a little as the apology ran clean. Prim knows why HE helped the pair in the first place, but he wasn't going to deny how the foxling saw this.

"It was nothing. I figured there would be...-"
They stop themselves short and turn back to the hose extending out from the craft. It'd be awkward for them to one hand screw it on to the fuel barrel. The pale warrior taps the button on this side panel to let the hose hang loose to the ground and then just point down at it. The meaning of which should be obvious by the time Yakito was offering to physically help refuel. "Well, I originally went after the pirates because there was good money in it. But you knew that already." There was another short pause where they rested their good arm up under their chest, being mindful of the one in a makeshift sling as they watched the foxling.

"I know it didn't really make sense for me to refuse earlier. From your point of view, it would be slower than optimal. You needed to make sure your mother was safe. I was an active hinderance in that."
As thoughtful as it was, they misread why exactly they were even mad in the first place.

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It didn't really make sense to Prim why someone would care so much about their parents. Different circumstances aside, this was almost stupidly dangerous to be doing for anyone other than yourself. And even then, people would call you psychotic. Prim wasn't going to start to rationalize it, but accepting it as Yakito's truth was all there really was to do. Prim simply nods and stowed away the mostly empty canister they used back in its capsule.

"Well, yes, a warrior is more 'clutch' when they have working arms. I'll take your satisfaction as a sign I made up the difference anyways. Good to know."
It was about as well a compliment the kashvar could take. "I hope so too. Not that I mind the work, I do not see myself dying doing this." They offered a little poignantly as they didn't really need to be convinced to come back into the ship. Prim was right on the foxling's heels to get back into the ship after, shutting the ramp after themself and dusting off half of their shoulder cape with the hand that could.

While Yakito punched in coordinates and Mirian hacked away at a rubix, Prim gave another look at the silent trio of pirates they had tied up to the wall nearby. Giving them just a passing glance while he waited for the monitor to confirm that destination. Prim hopped in the pilot's seat and checked the usual routine. The full tank was more than enough to get them planet side in the single trip.

"That it was. You have a clearance number for their airspace and spaceport? Would look better to come in under their numbers than a space mercenary's."
They ask, promptly turning the gear up to propel the ship up and away from the satellite.

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Prim wasn't seeing themselves dying as a bounty hunter. It's not what he did this for. The rush and thrill weren't aims behind the daring boarding attacks and insistence on finding tis information; It was a more deep and personal desire for something. That something was monetary, for now. Prim silently punched in the access tag once they started treading closer to arcosian space and just pointed at a smaller button off to the side with the other hand.

"Comm button. You can answer once we're hailed."
Prim instructs very plainly, driving it on close enough to be spotted by orbiting sensors. Satellite craft that were meant to be a stepping stone between space flight and a more subtle ground approach with a more terrestrial aircraft. They'd not need such a ferrying service, but the station all the same acted as the authority in their airspace.

"Fourty. Ten thousand for each head and then ten more for the story."
Of course the warrior would try getting whatever he could reasonably out of the empire for this little excursion. Not only did the blue one risk neck and body for some new gear, they did uncover a strange and hostile moon that might be of some import to look into. If creature were able to square off with full fledged warriors like Yakito and them, who knows what they could be used for.

Soon after the thought, their ship would be receiving that incoming hail from the floating station. Prim remained focused on the craft, slowing its travel to a slow as it got in range of the orbiting satellite. It was on Yakito to take the call now...

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"Mmhm."

Prim was accustomed to the sign on sign off of space ports. They very carefully just watched as Yakito responded to the inbound comms and went over a brief of what they did. Close enough, Prim wouldn't really complain about how that was spread to the Arcosians. The konatsian deftly pushed back down on the main controller to throttle the ship forwards, accelerating towards their marked hangar. The konatsian proves themselves rather adept to space flight, even the more mundane parts like swinging in low and clean to land the thing smooth and quick. Nothing but the slight bump as shock was absorbed in the extended legs of the craft.

While they waited, Prim would keep the ship in idle brake and turn away from the controls and to the men they captured. With any luck, they were more than just the 'last' of a group of pirate and were in fact part of some bigger conglomerate. More money in finding that one out. The colonel would take their sweet time normally, so Prim decided to look them over with the one good arm one last time.

"Being timely never was their thing."
This'd prove to be different with Yakito's callsign. Yakito could already see people moving out from their front spaceshield, some approaching the vessel just as Prim mentioned it.

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