"Yeah, guess we are…" Brella sighed, "Ya'll grab your gear and keep it close, but hidden. I wanna start a riot from within, not get shut down early. Aliens are on this station, so check your fire." She gazed over the team, then said, "I'm no leader, but I think Kepler should go with Grif, and I'll take Crisp to go transmit the footage. Unless you want to be there for that, Kepler?"
"I'm fine with going with anyone." Crisp grabs his stuff.
"Ugh, I'm with Kepler? Fine." Griffin faces Kepler. "Don't do stupid shit. Don't get in my way. Be sure you know how to make people mad. Deal?"
Crisp gives Griffin a look like he's saying "Seriously?" "Griffin, stop complaining. You'll both do fine."
Griffin scoffs, "I won't be helping him if he digs his own grave, buddy-ol'-pal."
"I think they'll make it through."
"Her. And she'll be fine. Unless she wants to come with me, ya'll better play nice."
Brella felt the landing plates touch home, and got up, sliding her laser pistol into her belt and moving her jacket to cover it.
"Any last minute changes or notes?"
Griffin grunts, but doesn't respond. He prepares himself for causing chaos, loading his guns and messing up his already messy black hair.
"Nothing, all I've got in my bag is med supplies, with my weapons are stuff hidden on me."
"Nope." Kepler said, putting her bag on and fastening it around her waist while taking the handgun and placing it in the holster on her belt. She then took the second gun and hid it under her jacket before pulling her hood up.
"Brell, I'll find you and kill you if you abandon me here to be left for dead without my approval." Griffin walks to the exit, where he'd get off first with Kepler.
"I doubt she'd do that. I won't let her do that to be honest."
"She'd do it to the friendly neighborhood jackass, maybe not you two though."
"I wouldn't leave any of my friends behind. Even if they are being jackasses like you." Crisp laughs a bit.
"Relax, we're all friends here. As soon as Kepler is ready we'll head out."
"Okay, Brell. But I'll be mad if you do leave me there" Griffin smiled slightly.
"I'm ready." Kepler called out, heading for the exit.
Alright. Show time.
"Okay. Quietly. Crisp, on me. Grif, we'll start the transmission as soon as we can, so you're on the clock."
Without another word, she raised her hood over her head and walked out with slow grace. Lovuthan monks had travel rights, so it was only necessary.
She handed a faux schedule to the landing manager, dodged a few human eyes, and stood by while Crisp did the same. She pointed out an elevator to Crisp, "That there's our play space. We'll probably end up having to sound off there."
Crisp nods, waiting to be told what to do.
"Just get us to the place already, I don't wanna be sitting here bored out of my mind. This jackass wants to cause some havoc around here!" Griffin crosses his arms.
"You two are heading down that way," Brella indicated a stairway with a nod, "4 or 5 levels down. Ta-ta!" She said with a slight wave of her hand, "Go raise hell."
She began towards the elevator after Kepler and Griffin had gone, beckoning Crisp along with her.
Crisp follows, keeping watch incase something goes south.
"Aw, hell yeah! Hey Kepler, I'll race 'ya there! Griffin darts into the building, going down sets of stairs.
Kepler laughs at his actions and watches rim run before catching right up to him and passing him with another flight of stairs.
Brella gestured for Crisp to follow, and together they both slipped into the elevator. Brella pushed for the 8th level.
The elevator started, and right away Brella shed her jacket and extended her energy wings.
She handed her laser pistol to Crisp and said, "Shoot my wings."