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As repair work continues on the Galaxy Galleria, Comorro remains adrift not far away. She has remained largely silent in the days since she announced that she was dying and that she would give birth to an infant Yaralu.
Tharsis is presently sitting in a folding chair beside, well, himself, staring out through the landing bay’s opening to Comorro floating beyond, his expression not wavering as he contemplates. The expression could be said to be one of shock, but a fair amount of sadness.
Kethren hops off the shuttle with a sad expression, and a sad looking calico ser on his shoulder. Coming up behind him is the perpetually cranky guard, Butch. Butch’s macrame is improving. It definitely looks more like an owl than an amorphous blob this time.
Jocaira, having stopped at REM’s temporary home on the Baile to suit up, exits a shuttle looking prepared for the best, the worst, and damn near everything in between. She is laden with medkits and an assortment of armaments intended on discouraging shenanigans and/or ‘salvage’ efforts. Her expression is not shocked and fairly grim.
Alastair Hall is seated at the edge of the landing bay, as close to Comorro as he can physically get. He’s clearly the worse for wear – his red coat smeared in various ichors, dark circles under his eyes from constant chemically-aided wakefulness, and his cybernetic leg is wrenched at an odd angle. The doctor is surrounded by various medical equipment, with tubes snaking across the distance to feed Comorro a steady drip of fluid. A hairless cat sleeps atop one of the warm machines, clearly unbothered by all of it.
James Sterling follows along behind Jocaira, similarly outfitted, though his gear is more toward the armament side than the medical side. He takes in the assemblage of people and whale with a neutral expression.
The voice of Comorro transmits over the general frequency: “The time…has come. I must make the final jump…to oblivion. But first, my thanks…to those who helped…bring us home. And Dr. Hall…for the comfort of these final days…”
