Brella got right to work, unlocking and opening various cabinets and drawers and setting them up in the order she would need them. She started by killing the feeling to his arm, so she wouldn't put him through pain. As she worked, she began humming a little Lovuthan mechanist song.
He sighed, happy to finally be able to relax. Mitchell heard Brella humming. He thought he recognized the song, but wasn't too sure. "What are you humming?" He asked.
"It's a song the Lovuthan mechanists sing to declare their independence from their religious families and societies. Lovestar, our homeworld, has completely banned it, and those of us who sing it do so proudly. We are a rebellious bunch." Brella smiled as she recalled her sister and her other mechanist friends, "I doubt the theocracy is willing to accept my parents now, we were that bad."
He scrunched his brow. "I haven't been keeping myself updated on different cultures, so I'm a bit confused, but it still sounds pretty cool."
Brella laughed as she clicked another part into place, "I don't blame you. Most Lovuthans are deathly afraid that interacting with xenos will anger the gods. Idiots. The mechanists are a group of Lovuthans who recognize that our religion is false, and so instead turn to technology. Humanity has offered its world to us as a safe haven, so here we sit."
"Well, humanity's starting to get it's issues too, I guess. But it could be because I've stolen some of their data and equipment." He shrugged as if stealing from the ConTech government wasn't a big deal.
Brella looked up, a devious grin on her face, "Are you sharing?"
He chuckled, using his human arm to pull out his cell phone. It looked normal, but when he dug his nail into the side, the top popped off and revealed a separate screen beneath it. "I know it's kind of lame, but I hide all of my stolen information in this chip," he explained, pressing a small button on the side. A tiny storage chip popped out of what looked like the audio jack of the cell phone.
Brella gave Mitchell a curious look, "You steal for a living, I see?"
He nodded. "I was abandoned when I was 13, so I had to teach myself how to get by, and ended up having a bit of fun with it. It turned out to be my career."
Brella nodded and went back to work, not humming this time. Without looking up, she spoke, "My mother tried to sacrifice me to the gods, and my sister she was about to sell off. I realized very quickly that the gods they spoke of weren't the gods they worshipped. So I abandoned them, and took Elizia with me, till she was old enough to handle herself. From then on, I've been dealing in everything from charity work to illegal arms enhancements." She turned a laser driver a tad bit to the left, reconnecting the sensors to Mitchell's nervous system, "Done! On the topic of legality, this isn't technically legal, but most guards will mistake it for an added processor. Besides, I imagine you'll be using this to avoid guards in the first place. Give it a shot."
Mitchell beamed, activating the cloak. He vanished instantly and completely, and let out a small gasp in delight. "This is awesome!" He said.
Brella smiled as Mitchell reacted to his newfound ability. It made her happy to see good people react to her work. She didn't always do things for good people.
"Alright, everything seems to be in working order. Let me know if anything seems to be acting up. Your system is…unique, so I imagine there may be a small glitch here or there. But it'll serve you well."
"Yeah, it's made of bits and pieces of different things," he said, gesturing to a small button on the side. "I stole parts from ConTech and made a small pipe where I can release tear gas. I was supposed to sell it for a customer, but they didn't want to pay up before I delivered it, so I kept it for myself."
"Impressive!" Brella answered, "We ought to be headed elsewhere now, before pur friends see us in orbit and wonder why we're such easy targets. May I recommend the other side of New Arcadia? Unless you want to see the other star systems?"
"Wherever you want to go, I'm cool with anything. Preferably somewhere peaceful, though."
"Kas'ni, Frisea! ("Alright, Darling!" in lovuthan) Of we go to New Arcadia's Mechanist district!"
With that, she hopped into the pilot's seat and plotted a slow burn back down to the planet.
He got up from the chair following her. "Huh. I've never piloted anything before," he said, curious. "Come to think of it, I've never traveled in any sort of ship."
Without answering, Brella gunned the port side thrusters, angling them so the ship went into a barrel roll to the right, sending a sickening feeling of vertigo through the occupants, though the gravity of the ship kept them routed to the deck.
He felt his stomach flip and bit his lip hard to keep himself from screaming in fear. "What the hell?" he said, confused.
Brella wheeled around in her chair, letting the ship level out on it's own, "That is how I like to illustrate the first rule of piloting: Know her well. Last time I tried that, she didn't have the hull reinforcements she does now. She nearly split herself in two. Now? She handles it like a champ. I knew she would," she gave the co-pilot's seat a pat, "Come on and sit. This'll be my first time with a co, but it should be simple enough."
He reluctantly crept over and slid into the seat, not knowing what exactly to do.
"Alright, I'm going to hand control to manual, and that means us," Brella said, flipping a few switches and pressing a button on the dash, "And now we learn how to fly. Most systems are designed to account for…" She trailed off as she heard a beeping on the panel next to her. She looked down, touched a button and looked back up, "Ignore that. So, take these two sticks here…."
He grabbed the sticks, but glanced over at the button Brella had pressed. "What was that?" he asked, curious and slightly worried.
"It's nothing. At least, nothing we need to be worried about yet. Now, the left stick is your planer movement:omnidirectional movement across your current plane. Now the right one…" Once again, the beeping started up, and Brella looked down once more. The same panel, the same flashing red buttons. Without a word she took her own handles and pulled back on both.
All at once the ship backed up and tilted down just in time to avoid the two missiles now whooshing by in front of them.