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“I think we both know that’s pretty unlikely.” Through their time together Rufus and Ophelia had gotten to know each other pretty damn well. Perhaps a part of that came from the fact that when they had met what seemed like forever ago in that grungy bar they had both bene mostly on their own and had very little in the way of allies. Having no one to depend on, each for their own reason, definitely played a big part in their dynamic. But it also definitely helped forge their friendship. There was no one in the galaxy O could say she trusted more once she had left the Alliance. In the Alliance she had Orion but that was so long ago- and their relationship was pointedly different. But these days it was only Rufus who she trusted with everything including her biggest secrets.

“I think we all hope that he loosens up some,” O responded, not feeling the need to sugarcoat things and pretend that it wasn’t Orion’s choice to keep a rigid hold on those rules even while they were trapped in space. She knew that it might not be easy for him to let go of the rules he was so accustomed to. But the changes in their situation should lead to him letting go of things a little bit. “I wish I could say I see the more…lighthearted Orion coming out some time soon but I can’t see that happening. And I definitely feel like that’s mostly my fault. I think that leaving like I did definitely had a negative effect on him.”

“Perhaps unlikely, but this boy might have new tricks.” Both had secrets from each other, but it mainly had to do with their past. Their ties to The Alliance, Ophelia fought for Unification at first before defecting to the other side while Rufus’s family supported the efforts of The Alliance but did not participate in the war efforts. Still, those lives were behind them and the two created a new life with each other. Planet hopping and finding trouble wherever they went, it was not the most ideal but it was theirs.

“Yeah why is he wound up so tight?” Rufus figured if anyone would know the answer, it would be Ophelia. Although he did not know all the details, he knew enough about their past to give some insights. Rufus frowned as she spoke some more about being the reason Orion felt of ice. “It may have had a negative effect, but you did what was necessary so you could sleep at night.” Still, Rufus was not exactly sure who was right or wrong when it came to the war. Instead, he chose to be ignorant on both sides. No point of delving into that matter with limited knowledge.

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“I have no doubt you would steal all of the alcohol in my room in the few moments I was out. I know you too well to think otherwise,” Ophelia teased, both eyebrows raised as though daring him to deny that fact. “Hey, I wouldn’t even care if you hated your roommate and wanted to come in here and hang out for a while. We could have a good old-fashion sleepover. Don’t worry though. I won’t try to make some makeshift polish and paint your nails.” Though the mental image of her coloring his nails in some obscenely bright way was amusing as all hell? Even if she knew how to make polish? She absolutely wouldn’t do that to him.

“He has reasons to be the way he is. At least where I’m concerned. I’m positive that at this point he has nothing but hatred for me. And I can’t say that I blame him in some ways. I did basically abandon him. I did it for him but reasons don’t dictate emotions. And I suppose after being hurt? It would change a person. But other than that…well, I feel like there are a lot of things working there to make him the way he is. The way the Alliance expects people to be is also a huge part of it. I like to equate it to a hive mentality. They’re all the drones and the Alliance members are the worker bees. They are expendable but they are also the ones that have to do everything- and they can only follow what their bosses dictate. Very few break away.”

“One of these days Cap, I am going to surprise you.” For how long the two have been friends, Rufus knew it would be difficult. Ophelia practically could read his mind and always knew his next moves. For awhile now, Rufus hardly spent his time in his assigned room. Instead, he had been spending a lot of nights with Malcolm. It was strange, the man got under his skin so badly but the hate sex was incredible. “Tempting offer, I might have to consider it.”

The way she spoke about Orion, it was hard to know what to think. Rufus kept quiet, not sure what to say. Most of his life he grew up on the Central Planets and was raised to support the Alliance. Even being with Ophelia for the last several years, he was not sure if he had a stance. All he knew was that he was loyal to the woman who saved his life and gave him a new family. There was a moment he was about to say something about his past life, but he caught himself. She knew bits and pieces, but he was never able to tell much about his life before her. “If you say he has his reasons, I will take your word for it. Still, I just hope things loosen up around here.”

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“Like you’ve ever needed permission to come to visit me before,” the blonde countered, both eyebrows raised slightly as though challenging him to argue that point. It wasn’t as though back when they were on Themis he would suddenly barge into her roomlike it was nothing but he did come speak to her a lot. She wouldn’t expect that to change just because they were no longer on their ship. She would never want the relationship she had with him to change just because where they were changed. “You’re always welcome to come even if you don’t just want a drink. Even if you just want to talk, I’m always here. Even though I know you’re not that chatty.”

Ophelia nudged his shoulder with her own to let him know that it didn’t bother her that he didn’t talk all that much. Or at least that he didn’t always share. She had no doubt that if there was something she needed to know? Rufus would tell her without hesitation. Everything else he was free to keep to himself. Not because she worried he didn’t trust her- she knew he did- but because everyone was entitled to their privacy. And privacy was hard to come by in such close quarters. “Believe it or not, Captain Queen isn’t going to put you in the airlock. He’s Alliance military so he’s a stickler for rules but he’s not heartless- despite what you may think. He might not like you but he wouldn’t send you to your death for no reason. As for the others…well…let’s just say I don’t think either of us are their favorite people. And if it was a choice between you going into the airlock or me going in there? They’d prefer I go. So, I think you’re safe, Ru.”

“If I knew alcohol was in the cards, I would have stopped by sooner.” In reality, Rufus had been giving his friend space. After the loss of part of their crew and the new adjustments, not to mention her having to be on the same ship as her ex he felt it was best to stand back and let her come out when she was ready. Plus, Rufus been finding himself preoccupied a lot lately with a certain Virtus crewmember. “Thanks O, I always assumed I was but thank you for confirming. Plus you got the nice room and probably a nice bed. Might have to stop by and take a nap one day between shifts.”

It was strange; back on the Central Planets Rufus had a different life, a vibrant one with wealthy parents and a bright future. Back then, he used to dazzle people with his smile and charm and now he more got on people’s nerves or tried to break their jaws. It got to him at times though, wondering whether his parents even cared he disappeared...that The Themis left the orbits of The Alliance or was he still dead to them. “Glad to know the tin man has a heart. Now if we can only dislodge that stick from his ass, maybe he will be a real boy. Well, if they ever tried to hurt you they would have to go through me.”

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“Well, I can’t help you with the good lay department- afraid I do not keep access to those in my quarters- but I might be able to help you with some alcohol. My lovely bag- the only bag that I got off the ship- may have had a little bit in there. But that’s strictly on the downlow. Don’t need Maverick thinking I’m trying to steal his job.” Despite the mostly dour mood she had been in lately Ophelia couldn’t help but smile as she turned towards Rufus. It was quick and fleeting but it reached her eyes unlike most of the smiles that people had bene getting out of her as of late. That in and of itself was an accomplishment.

“Don’t think making it down the hall is the best move though, Ru. If looks could kill I would be dead a thousand times over when it comes to some of the Alliance members on board.” She had known when she abandoned the cause the way she had that there was bound to be anger and resentment- she knew how loyal members of the Alliance were and how they disliked and mistrusted anyone who abandoned their cause. She hadn’t expected to be trapped on an Alliance ship surrounded by Alliance military. None of her planning could have ever prepared her for that. Or for that ship to be the one Orion was on either. It was throwing her equilibrium off and muddying her thinking. “Besides, then Captain Queen may expect me to actually try to act like the Commander and I think we can both guess how well his people would take that.”

“Well, then what is the point of keeping you around?” Rufus teased with a playful smirk. A curious brow lifted at the mention of alcohol. “You are telling me you have had liquor this whole time and you did not invite me over? And no worries, your secret is safe with me for a price.” Of course, Rufus was only kidding. The two of them had an undeniable bond and Rufus would never do anything to potentially harm it.

“You know what I say to that? Fuck ‘em! Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke.” The complexities of the Unification War was something Rufus did not fully understand. At the time, he was younger and his family supported the Alliance as did he. After all, he was working to become a doctor when a lot of this was taking place. There was no words, Rufus did not have any answers to t his situation. All he knew was that he had a blind loyalty to Ophelia, everything about the war he could care less about. “I dunno, these fuckers are fucking annoying as hell. But, fuck the alternative is the airlock or the brig.” When it came to work, he didn’t get the luxury of staying in his quarters, he was forced to work with Malcolm Ellis and things between them got heated.

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Ophelia spent most of her time these days in her quarters- quarters she had neither asked for or felt she should have. Months into being coven the position of second in command on the ship and the blonde was no closer to being accepting of the position. The only mild advantage she could see coming from it would be that it put her in a better position to help her people. But she was aware that most of the Alliance members on the ship hadn’t been happy when she had been given that title. Nor could she really blame them. Who wanted a traitor to be second only to the captain in the chain of command? And how could they see her anything but a traitor?

It wasn’t a word she would use for herself. After all, how could one be a traitor to a cause that they didn’t truly believe in? The Alliance, of course, saw it differently. She had abandoned them but worst of all she had defected to the other side. No matt her reasoning she was a wanted woman, a criminal in their minds. How ironic would they find it for her to now be the commander on a ship that belonged to them? It was almost entertaining. Almost.

Most days she kept herself in her room rather than interact with any of the Alliance crew on the ship. On the rare occasion she had ventured out she mostly did it to visit one of her own crew and make sure they were doing alright despite everything. The rest of the time she would sit herself on the floor just outside of her door and scribble in the notebook that had been in her jacket pocket when the Themis had been abandoned. The strangeness of such an insignificant thing surviving did not escape her.

This was one of those days, the blonde sitting on the floor outside of her room on the metal floor, legs bent up toward her chest, pencil moving across the page of the notebook in a shorthand she had used back when she was at the academy. (It did not escape her that she hadn’t used it since leaving the Alliance, at least not until being on the ship that housed the only person she knew who could read it as easily as she could.) The sound of footsteps drew her attention though at first the blonde did not glance up, pencil still scratching across the page for a moment longer. “Is there something you need?” she queried, finally turning her attention to the new arrival.

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Rufus found life on The Virtus difficult; the ship was more structured in the responsibilities of each person. It was odd not to shifting from assignment to something else. On The Themis, everyone pitched in when they could. Yes, people had specific tasks but everyone worked together while this place he felt like more like a cog in the machine. Often times causing him to lash out and be reprimanded and occasionally sent to the brig to learn some kind of lesson.

Still, Rufus clung to the crew that became family over the years. One in particular had been on his mind, the Captain. Ophelia for whatever reason had been in holed up in her room for some time, rarely making an appearance. As he walked through the hall, he was glad to see she was at the very least on the other side of her room. “I see you made it out of your room today, perhaps tomorrow you might make it down the hall?” Rufus teased as he got down on the floor next to her. “Besides a lot of liquor and a good lay? No, just trying to find something to do to cure my boredom. What’s up?”

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“He wasn’t always like that. Beneath his military mask there used to be a warmth to him. I’m not entirely sure that it’s there any longer though.” The thought was startling and one that Ophelia had tried extremely hard not to think about. Because if that warmth had left him than she knew she played no small part in that. A lot of it probably came from her betrayal, her leaving; a lot of it probably had to do with her defecting to the other side. Perhaps even how she had done so. And while she stood by the choices she made and in her heart knew she had done what was necessary that didn’t mean that she could absolve herself of any remorse she felt. After all, if she had been the reason Orion had changed so much? She had done more damage than she anticipated to the man she had once loved more than life itself.

“Oh, people used to give him hell when I would beat him at things. But it never bothered him any,” she recounted, a ghost of a smile flickering across her face at the more pleasant memories she had of her time with the Alliance, memories not tinged with bitterness or darkness. Those memories were few and far between but the academy and her time with Orion has a whole made up those pieces. At the Academy it was at least easy to deny the darker parts of the Alliance and their motives. Once you were out in the real world with the battles? The rose colored glasses seemed to shatter. “It never bothered him at all, actually.”

“I know you do, Ru. I have never questioned that. Not for a moment. We’re family, you and I. I support you and you support me. I will never doubt that.” Laying her hand on top of his Ophelia squeezed for a moment, just once, just a small act of comfort. “For now all I ask is that you all do what you need to do. Orion may be far more kind than he seems but his crew has no reason to trust any of us. So be cautious, play your part. The goal is to keep the remainder of our family safe for as long as we are stuck in this situation.And I know you, dear Ru. You will do anything for our little family. So I don’t doubt for a second you are more than willing to help me keep them safe.”

Although Rufus tried to shut off his emotions long ago, he actually felt some sympathy towards Captain Queen. In many ways, he understood what it meant to be abandoned by people you love. It changes you in ways you could not image. For Rufus it hardened him towards people and gave him a self hatred that no one could extinguish. Not even his family on The Themis. However, he would not express any of this towards her. One, he saw no point. Ophelia made her choice and she did what she thought was best. He meant it when he said no one could fault her on that.

Listening to her discuss the captain in a more personal manner really gave him some perspective over the man. Odd, he just always imagined Orion as someone with a stick up his ass all the time. “Dang, that is actually pretty cool that he didn’t have a fragile ego.” However, being a decent human being years ago really did not excuse the guy now. It always seemed like the man had a scowl on his face, not that Rufus had much room to talk in that department.

The two had been through a lot together over the years, she earned his loyalty the moment she saved his life. Ever since then the two had been inseparable. “No need to worry about me, I can handle myself with those fuckers. I’m more concerned over you and being in this room. We need you out there cap. If we have you, you know we will all fall in line.” He wasn’t trying to guilt her into anything, it wasn’t his style. But he needed her to know what she meant for the crew, what she meant to him. “You know I will do anything for them. I’ve even been somewhat on my best behavior. Only two fights. Aren’t you proud of me?”

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“My feelings for Orion as just as complicated as our history.” It was perhaps the biggest understatement that she could give in that moment. If she broke down her feelings to the simplest of form then she supposed it was a hundred percent accurate to say that she still loved Orion. Apart of her always would. Leaving had never been about not wanting to be with him. It had never been because she hated him or no longer wished to be by his side. She merely couldn’t live with what the Alliance was forcing on others anymore. She had learned the hard way that they were the bad guys in that situation and it had been a bitter pill to swallow. Leaving her been what she thought best for him but it had been a difficult decision, the hardest she ever had to make.It was why she took so long to do it. Had it not been for him she would have left far sooner. But those emotions were bogged down by so many others that they somehow felt wrong, felt tainted.

“He was always more for the rules than I was,” O confirmed with a brief flicker of a smile. “And I always beat him at all of the exams and the skill tests. But he never minded. But back then…I don’t think you would have recognized him. He didn’t seem as heavy or bogged down. And I could always get him to disregard the rules if I asked. But neither of us are exactly the same as we once were. And I think it’s safe to assume that a part of the reason Orion is the way he is? It’s because I left. I don’t suppose it would be easy thinking the person you cared about is dead only to find out they are alive and well and fighting on the other side.”

“You are all still my family,” the blonde assured him, the smile that came much more natural then while thinking about her people. “I love you all. I will do whatever I have to in order to keep you all safe. Orion won’t be unfair or cruel to any of you, that much I know. Even though he may have changed some I can’t imagine he would become that dark in my absence. But even still, I will do whatever I have to for the good of all of you. You are my family and always will be.” Reaching out the blonde brushed her fingers affectionately down his cheek, once against a surge of sisterly love flowing through her. “I would never abandon you, dear Ru. I couldn’t even fathom it.”

For someone who usually had an opinion on everything, Rufus kept his mouth shut. Ophelia had become his family and he could see there was something beyond the surface when it came to her emotions. Especially when dealing with Orion. It appeared the two had a complicated past, things probably far from his understanding. When it came to love, Rufus has yet to find someone. Sure, one night stands were great but it still left a feeling of emptiness the next day.

“You beat him at everything?” It was not meant to be insulting, but he found it rather amusing that she out shined the current Captain. “Not going to lie, but he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy that can handle someone else being better than him, but hey I don’t know him. He just comes off as a cold standoffish guy.” Still, Rufus had to admit it was nice hearing about the man at a time where he wasn’t like he was now. “Hey, I get he is upset about what happened. Any person would be, but you did what you thought was best at the time. No one can fault you for that. You felt a higher obligation to the Browncoats, which is understandable.”

Rufus chuckled, “well duh, you ain’t getting rid of me that easily.” Listening to her, he was starting to feel more at ease. Knowing she still would have his back. Even though he has been trying to behave, he found it rather difficult most of the time. Because for whatever reason he wanted to bash someone’s head in a lot of the time. “I know and you know I am always here for you O. You are my captain no matter what. And I will follow your lead.”

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“Yes, we were in the Alliance together.” Speaking further about it seemed ridiculous in some ways, seemed like something she couldn’t even begin to imagine doing. Until the chaos began, she had done all she could not to think of Orion. Yes, that had been entirely impossible. Orion had been such a huge part of her life for a while. He had been the person she cared for most in the world. So, how could she truly forget all about him and all they had been to each other? But she had refused to speak on it. Not once since she abandoned the Alliance had she brought up Orion and what they had been. It was easier to put that part of her life in a box and put that box on a high shelf in her mental closet.

Moving over to sit next to Rufus the blonde took the two glasses and then took the bottle from him, focusing on opening it and pouring the drink. It was only a temporary fix to the conversation. She knew eventually she would have to continue speaking. But a part of her was determined to keep the truth to herself. And yet as soon as she had finished pouring the drinks she held one of the glasses out to Rufus, her face carefully empty. “We were at the academy together. Trained together. Became close.” It downplayed their relationship quite a bit but it also wasn’t a lie. That was the beginning of their relationship, after all.

Lifting the glass up to her mouth the blonde took a sip of it, contemplated how to continue. Not because she didn’t trust Rufus but because a part of her still wanted to keep that box locked up tight. “We were together,” the woman continued without any real emotion behind the statement. “We were together until I left. I…convinced everyone I was dead at first. But they figured out I was alive. Apparently, he didn’t take it very well. And I would assume that he’s bitter about how things ended. About me taking off without a word. So,you could say things are complicated between us.”

“I figured, a lot of people have mentioned you were once Alliance.” Not that Rufus was judging her; the war had been a complicated thing. Being raised on the Central Planets, he had a different perspective than most people on The Themis, but his time on the Outer Planets forced him to see a different side of the story. Even now he was conflicted about the whole thing, because his whole life he was told the Outer Planets needed the Alliance, but from what he could tell during his time traveling they were fine without the interference.

When she joined him at the table, he smiled as she poured them both their drinks. “Oh wow, I had no idea you both trained together.” Now a lot of things were coming together. Downing part of the contents of his drink, he remained quiet. Things started to feel heavy between them and Rufus was unsure as to why, but as she continued he looked at her in complete confusion. Orion and Ophelia were together. None of that sentence made any sense to him. He figured, she betrayed the Alliance which caused a lot of bad blood, but the two being lovers certainly put a twist to the whole thing.

“Complicated is putting it lightly,” he commented. “Wow, I don’t even know what to say.” Usually, Rufus had tons of opinions on things. This however was beyond his scope. “Do you still care about him?” He asked. “I mean you don’t have to answer that. Just this is a lot to process; I had no clue you and him. It doesn’t even seem right to be honest. He is such a hard ass and you are so chill. So where does this leave all of us though? Cause we are a bit loss without you.”

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“A room I did not ask for along with a position I did not want,”Ophelia replied, the annoyance at the position Orion had thrust upon her unwillingly not seeping into her words though it simmered beneath the surface. The theory as to why he wanted her to have such a position made sense in the most basic of ways. But the actuality of it was severely lacking. Did he truly think that any good would come from combining the two crews in such a manner? Yes, it was at the moment a necessity for them all to cohabitate, but it was foolish to believe the two would ever completely merge. Her people were not military. They were not Alliance. Many of them even harbored a lot of hatred for all the Alliance stood for. And there was little doubt in her mind that his people wouldn’t take too kindly to her being named the second in command. After all, most of them would know she was a traitor to their cause, would they not?

Closing the door the blonde made her way over to the cabinets in what she supposed was meant to be a sitting area- lounge area? Who could tell- and began looking for glasses of some kind. Such decadence was fitting for an Alliance ship. Despite being military the ships were always very nice- at least for the higher-ranking people upon them. It was one of the few things she remembered about the ships from when she was a part of the military. The higher up rooms have never been any she had stayed in but she remembered what they had been like. Such a waste of resources in her opinion.

“Orion wishes to combine the two groups. It would make sense that he would try to stick members of each group together. Forced cohabitation is often used to either form alliances or to illicit reactions. And since this isn’t an interrogation, I do believe he is hoping for the former.” Finally finding what she was looking for the blonde turned back to Rufus holding out both containers towards him. “But do not underestimate them, dear Ru. They are Alliance. Highly trained and highly skilled. I know their training better than anyone from our ship. Should they want to they could easily cause you damage. Or kill you. So, try to behave as much as you can. I won’t ask you not to fight at all- I do think we both know that would be asking the impossible. Just be careful. My history with the captain is complicated at best and something tells me I will only have a limited amount of times where I can ask him to keep you out of the brig.”

“Whoa, calm down.” Although Rufus had an inkling there was a history between Orion and Ophelia, he never questioned it. Mainly out of respect for his captain. “At least you don’t have to share a room with someone. That is something in all itself. Plus, you have a good position which means a lot to all of us.” It was true; the fact Ophelia had a high rank made it easier to adjust. The knowledge she still had some control over them went a long way with Rufus. For him, he had a loyalty to the woman for saving his life. But he also had a different background than many people on The Themis, he was raised on the Central Planets and supported Unification with his family which made things different.

As he came further into her quarters, he took a seat and listened to her words. “What do you think Cap?” He asked. “Do you think it was wise for our groups to combine?” He sighed heavily. “How nice of him trying to get all of us to get along,” he chuckled. “Not sure if it is working, but we shall see.” At her next words he raised a brow towards her. “You don’t have to be concerned for me O, I know how to handle myself.” Probably not the best thing to say to the woman who found him in a situation where he was about to be killed or the fact she got him out of several predicaments where he pissed off the wrong people. Still, what was the worst thing he could do on the ship? “Everything is going to be fine, I have been staying out of trouble for the most part.” Which was true, he only gotten written up a few times. Not bad for him.

Rufus gave her a baffled look, “what exactly is your history with the captain? Not going to lie, it seems like there is something between y’all. I know you used to be Alliance before switching during the war. Still, you think he would have gotten over that by now. Just seems weird he has an obsession with you or something. Anyway, you going to be okay? You know all of us support you.”

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Ophelia missed her room on The Themis. Or more accurately, she missed some of the things inside of them. A room was a room was a room. She had numerous ones in her time and never had been more fond of one than the other. But so much of her stuff had been lost with her ship that would have made her self-imposed isolation less…mind-numbing. Like the pile of books she kept in one corner that she read over and over again during the late nights when she couldn’t sleep. But they were gone along with everything else that made her room feel like her own. Only a few precious secret things remained tucked into secret pockets in the clothes she had. It wasn’t much but it was something to hold onto. But still her time in that room was mostly dull.

When a familiar voice called out from the other side of the door the blonde couldn’t help but smile. In her time as captain she had grown to love all of the people on her ship. They were her family; they were the ones she would do anything for. But Ru had always been special. From the moment she brought him aboard it had been as though fate had put them together- in that same dingy bar in the middle of nowhere. He was always destined to be her family, it would seem. And she never regretted meeting him that day- even when she had to pull his ass out of hot water.

Standing up from her bed with that smile still in place she made her way to the door,opening it without hesitation. “And here I thought you’d have so much fun glaring at the crew of our lovely new home.” Nodding slightly towards the room Ophelia stepped aside. “Too boring there, my dear Ru?”

Everything within a blink of an eye changed, the place he considered home left in fragments roaming the void of space. Even some of the people, Rufus held dear lost their lives when the ship exploded unable to make it on a shuttle in time. There was a sense of guilt, not waiting longer. Not trying to get everyone rounded up, but he tried to push that to the back part of his mind.

Tonight was about mingling and although Rufus had no desire to get to know the crew of The Virtus, he did want to see Ophelia and was saddened to see she did not make it to the mess hall. He tried to find the others, but they all seemed preoccupied with people that he figured fuck it, which led him where he was now.

“It is as if you know my inner soul Cap,” he smiled. “I did enjoy the glaring, but then I wanted to start hitting people and well it would have been a whole scene. And figured you didn’t need that tonight.” Although the man had a difficult time controlling his temper, he also didn’t want to place anymore burden on his captain. “Any place is boring when you aren’t around.” He told her as he made his way into her room. “Fuck, you have a nice room here. I have to share with one of those fucks.”

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For a brief moment, Rufus made an appearance at the mixer. The man wandered around in hopes of finding Ophelia, his Captain always made things easier. From the moment he met the blonde, the two had an instance connection. It happens when you are about to get the shit beat out of you and get saved. After a desperate search, he figured she bailed. Not that he can blame her, The Virtus people seemed like a bunch of bastards in his eyes, no point in even trying to get along with them.

Not able to stand much more of the awkward situation and the tension filling the room, he swiped a bottle of vodka and Rufus stepped out for a fresh of breath air...well air that was less tense. He found himself exploring some parts of the ship until finally he stumbled upon Ophelia’s quarters. With a couple of knocks, he called out to her. “It’s me, I brought goodies.” @ophelia-blackwell

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Flashback || How To Gain A Little Brother

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Don’t move, the fugitive in her screamed. Do not draw attention to yourself; do not get involved. Remain as silent as space, as still as the night. But oh, when had she ever listened to the smartest part of her brain.

Downing the contents of her glass in one large gulp, swallowing against the burn- Orion always had the better kind anyway- the former soldier stood up from her seat towards the back of the bar and crossed the room. A crowd was slowly beginning to form, rubberneckers scrambling for a few of a bloody brawl. None cared who won, that much was clear. Nor did they care about the mess that would come from it. And yet the blonde easily elbowed her way through. Perhaps some mistook her for someone trying to leave, to get away from the fray. Oh, if they only knew- she had never feared a fight.

The closer she got to the brawl the louder the sound of flesh hitting flesh became, almost deafening even above the chanting the crowd began taking up. What was it about a bloody mess that seemed to rile up a crowd and make them urge it on? No matter. Ophelia simply made her way to the bar, hand on the butt of her weapon the entire journey. And only once in spitting distance of the broad back of the man throwing punched did she draw it, cocking it in one fluid and practiced motion and pressing the barrel against the back of the man’s head. Contrary to popular belief a barrel against the back of the head wasn’t the best way to fire- but it usually sent a message. “Now, as I see it, this is far from a fair fight,” the woman drawled, leaning ever so slightly to glance at her target’s friend. “But I’m more than willing to even the odds, boys.”

With the fist hitting him the stomach, Rufus doubled over as he coughed out blood that splattered to the wooden floor. Rufus felt the man holding him grab his hair and jerk his head back to face the other male, his brown eyes glared at his adversary knowing in his core that he lost this match. Although it was no fault of his own, after all it was not exactly a fair fight. Another blow to face, this time he was sure his nose was broken from the impact of the fist. A small amount of tears squeezed through as he desperately gasped for air.

The only reason Rufus was standing was because the man behind him kept him up on his feet as the other male delivered the blows. Barely conscious, he heard a woman’s voice though it was hard to muster up the strength to look up towards her. “No need to draw any weapons ma’am, we were just teaching this prick a lesson is all.” Suddenly, thump and he was on the ground as the two men stepped away from him.

“Fuck,” he grumbled as he got himself on all fours struggling for air. “You,” he took in a breath and groaned tasting his blood. “You didn’t have to help.” He assured the woman standing next to him, though he has yet to look at her face. “I had it under control.”