Chondra

Captain Chondra. Sounds better, doesn't it? ... I don't really think so either, but it looks better.

[chondraatfacetroid]

You weren't out for very long. I was just observing. If you're going to be that way, you can walk off this ship yourself. Or roll, for that matter. Not like I care. *She crosses her arms and walks out of the room*

[chondraatfacetroid]

I wish I could help you. I really do.

*She takes Weavel’s head, finally treating it with at least a sliver of respect as she walks through the hallways again. For once, her own mutated face seemed to blend into the atmosphere of the ship. A cacophony of designs surrounded them, ranging from ancient Urtraghian to Zebesian to some parts resembling Federation devices. Pirates she passed frequently had rudimentary mechanical arms grafted onto them, replacing half-destroyed limbs with nothing more than a small pipe with rope cables controlling a rusted claw. A few of the luckier workers have organic arms surgically attached, but all seem rather productive despite their setbacks*

It seems we both fit in here.

[chondraatfacetroid]

*She glances over at Weavel*

That’s certainly the most philosophical you’ve been so far.. Mother’s experiments on me happened when I still swore loyalty to her. Then the aftereffects hit and she turned me into this freak of nature.

*She looks back toward Epsilon for a moment, then up at Vexon*

Mother seems to have a way of turning on those loyal to her. I hope the Dark Hunter, of all people, learns that. Honestly that would be the greatest thing for us right now.

*She removes her helmet, showing the odd colored markings around her eyes, the scars on her face from mutations, something akin to scales scattered across her head, as if feathers were supposed to have grown but were stunted. Her eyes glance toward Weavel again, with odd flecks of color present in her irises, having turned iridescent*

With two of the most powerful figures running our entire society, it’s really not much of a surprise that some things get screwed up in the process. If Mother Brain were to betray Dark Samus, we’d at least have a choice of who to follow. But right now it’s a monarchy.. a religion. So... fuck slavery, I guess. If Mother kills me, it’ll be because I was trying to do the right thing.

[chondraatfacetroid]

*As they walk through the ship, she notices one worker using parts of a mechanical arm to weld panels together toward the ceiling, noticing that the worker is trying to cover a corrosion hole in the pipe hallway with a flat piece of metal to prevent more of what appears to be hydraulic fluid from leaking out*

... How is such a vital project so horribly underfunded? No offense, but this place is more like five ships collided than one contiguous station.

[chondraatfacetroid]

Wh-... What? That's real...? *She rather abruptly drops Weavel's head purely in surprise* I don't even... want to know anything about how that even works.

[chondraatfacetroid]

*Groaning, she grabs Weavel's head by his ponytail and bashes him into the control panel* We're coming here for your sake, asshole. If you ever want to move on your own again, I highly suggest you turn off your damn robot speakers.

[chondraatfacetroid]

*Chondra looks over at Vexon, seemingly with hesitance. She speaks in a low, quiet voice, somewhat calmer than she normally employs*

Do you think he’ll be okay? I mean... from Mother Brain.

[chondraatfacetroid]

*She looks back at the head with a smirk*

That’s the most I’ve ever agreed with you.

*She reaches toward it and places it so that Tsey is within his view, then jumps down to the ground and takes a few steps toward Tsey*

He did say please.

[chondraatfacetroid]

*Almost instantly, she opens the canopy, activating her Gravity suit and pointing her cannon at Tsey*

I thought Mother had all of her fanatical followers shipped away already? Why’d she leave you behind?

[chondraatfacetroid]

I seriously hope you’re not trying to take us to Zebes. ... I can only assume you’re not that insane.

*She looks over at the rather dirty, unconscious Epsilon*

... But I will continue to fly the ship.

*In her uncomfortable state, she dials in the coordinates for the Zebes system into the navigation computer, and the ship’s engines roar to life a moment later*

[chondraatfacetroid]

*She glares down at the head she holds, and slams it against the side of the ship before climbing into its pilot seat*

I wouldn’t insult the traitor carrying you if you want to get off this rock.

*She tosses his head back into the tiny cargo space with little regard for his comfort, and looks toward Vexon*

You just assume I’m flying, huh?

*She looks at the controls and starts flipping a variety of switches in the starting process*

[chondraatfacetroid]

*She stares at the Chozo Pirate for quite some time, with a dismayed look to her*

We have the blood of the Chozo. Don’t forget that.

*She looks toward Vexon*

... This might be awkward.

[chondraatfacetroid]

Hmph.

*She lowers her cannon, and looks down at Bern*

Not gonna lie, that was kind of cool.

*She looks down at Weavel’s head*

I hope you’re not above theft.

[chondraatfacetroid]

*Chondra raises her arm cannon to point at Bern, taking a few steps toward him*

There are way too many people in this group, and way too much going on right now.

[chondraatfacetroid]

Well, if I’m not carrying him..

*She reaches over and takes Weavel’s head from the Chozo Pirate, staring down at him with a devious smirk*

I might as well take my second favorite.

[chondraatfacetroid]

*Chondra glares at Vexon a bit as she hesitantly shifts Epsilon’s weight off of her shoulder*

Zhaxule? I don’t even know who that is... It’s more likely that Mother Brain’s just become more of a bitch than she already was, and is now making Svychx her favorite pet.

[chondraatfacetroid]

*She looks toward the Chozo Pirate when he speaks*

... Personally I don’t quite see how this situation could get any more complicated. Weavel just started a fucking war without even needing a body, and we still don’t know how we’re going to get off this rock before it explodes.