The Junkyard, Friday Evening

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

There was an awful lot of noise and sound settling above the junkyard tonight-- blinding light, that finally faded to give way to the shape of a small Terran dropship.

It settled against the empty ground with another mild noise, staying there for several minutes until a panel on the back finally opened, giving way to a mostly empty space, a Lieutenant, and a Sheriff.

[ open to the fellow passenger and to anyone else coming to investigate afterwards ]

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[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Any other day, Roy would have been impressed by the sight of Earth from space and their trip down. It wasn't any other day however and the images only left a vague impression that maybe he'd recall more fondly when he didn't feel this tired.

There were a lot of things wanting to surface, images and memories but he pushed them down as much as he could, forcing his mind back to more simple things like how he was hungry.

There didn't seem to be a whole lot to be said after everything, but he still hesitated at the exit.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

The strain of doing what she'd done had agitated her Ghost conditioning; pale, with some dried blood on her upper lip, Kerrigan looked like a wreck.

This was something she staunchly ignored, going through the system checks required before powering down. It wouldn't help not to be conscientous about this-- that would just render the ship useless in the long run.

She didn't say anything.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He watched her quietly, eyebrows knitted together. "Do you need help with anything?"

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Just checking systems," she responded vaguely, reaching up to throw a switch. "Otherwise this thing might as well be scrap when I need it."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He nodded, not that he had much of a clue. "Is that a no?"

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Get some sleep, Roy." She clicked off something else. "For real. Don't make me come scramble your brain."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

There was a hint of amusement as he leaned back against the bulkhead. "Will you listen to yourself?"

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I'll be fine." Eventually. "I just need to run maintenance on this thing before I get my seven hours."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Normally he would argue more, but he'd pushed her a lot already. "Get some food too," he murmured.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I've got some rations." She pulled a strand of her own hair behind her ear before moving on to the next row of buttons and dials.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Real food," he corrected, rolling his eyes.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"They've got all the necessary nutrients." She hadn't been that used to 'real food' before Fandom, anyway. She could go back to the usual. "I mean it about the sleep. Take a pill if you have to. The human mind can only take so many impressions without REM time."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," he said simply, pushing away from the bulkhead and turning to go.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"You're not," she replied from her seat. It wasn't a push for more information - she knew - but establishing a fact. Flick, flick. "Don't get drunk tonight."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

She really shouldn't be worrying about him right now. "Take your own advice," he said softly.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She caught that thought. "You too," she said.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy nodded and slipped out of the ship. He didn't stay away for long however, returning a little while later with a bag of hamburgers.

He paused at the entrance of the ship, knowing that she would have sensed him coming already and not sure if he should just leave the food and leave or not.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan was seated by one of the panels, knee-deep in wires. Sure, this stuff was technically procedure that only had to happen once a year, but they hadn't exactly had the time to download maintenance logs. Better safe than sorry.

She'd slipped her visor over her eyes. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Roy."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He sighed, but nodded. "Don't let it get cold. It doesn't taste half as good if it's cold."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry." Funny how studious one could be about wiring. "Thanks."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He watched her for another second and finally put the bag down on the floor before turning to leave for sure now. "Night, Kerrigan."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Night, Roy."

It'd be a little while before she got the burgers. They'd be cold by then. She'd eat them anyway.