Spicy Disaster

Cassandra 'Cass' Wilson || 30 ||  Registered Companion Closed RP Account

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Who: @captain-orionqueen​ Where: Cass’s Personal Quarters

It had been several weeks since Cass had been jumped in one of the halls and her wounds were fading into nothing more than memories. The perpetrators had been dealt with rather swiftly, but Cass hadn’t wanted much more to come of it than that, which is why she hadn’t shared their names with anyone beyond Orion. Orion, who was still somewhat of a mystery to her. She knew he had people in his crew that he trusted and relied upon, but he still seemed to be wound beyond tight more often than not, and no matter how available she made herself, he seemed to hold himself above her assistance. Not that she blamed him, honestly. As a captain in the Alliance, he would most likely have certain standards he held himself to; an image he would want to maintain with his crew. But even then, he was only human and she hoped he had someone that he could relax with. When someone unexpected knocked at the door to her quarters, it was this fact that made her eyebrows rise in surprise when she found none other than Orion himself on the other side of it. Immediately Cass was appraising him, though a smile was on her face. “Captain Queen - to what do I owe this pleasure?” she asked, trying to regain her composure before stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter. “Can I get you anything?” 

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maverick-reynolds​:

“Oh, I put up my military boots a long time ago.”  Maverick commented with a soft smile.  It made sense that Cassandra happened to feel the same way. On board The Themis, he remembered her being the most welcoming and talkative from the get go.  “I understand,” he responded.  For him, he had always people around him.  He was the third youngest from a large family and always had someone to talk to and play with since he could remember.  His face gave it away each and every time he thought about Evelyn.  Since he woke up after the The Themis explosion with her above him, he was smitten. “Maybe you’re right, but it is hard to get past certain things.”  Even though Maverick tended to be easy going with most of the crew, he still harbored a lot of hatred towards The Alliance and those who served during the war.

Cass and Mav were similar in a lot of ways, including being born into large families, but chief among them was how easily they clicked with other people. It was a small part of how they got along so well with each other. And although Cass knew she could probably poke at him to get him to open up more about whatever was going on with Evie, she had no desire to, nor to tease him too much about it. The tidbits she got from Evie were enough, and other than that, Cass would just make sure she was available if he ever did want to chat. “I don’t expect anyone to just hop over the past like it was a pebble,” Cass admitted with a small shrug, pausing to take a sip of her whiskey. “But whether we like it or not, we’re all stuck with each other for the foreseeable future, and further fighting won’t help us.” She didn’t add just how far the foreseeable future could stretch - the predicament was on everyone’s minds without it being brought into the light. 

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aleksanderwilsons​:

Coming into the room, Alex hadn’t noticed his sister’s appearance until he was standing in front of her. “What the hell happened-” he began, before Cass was telling him she was apparently fine. That didn’t answer his question in the least. “Don’t bullshit with me. What happened?” Not something she was happy to talk about, clearly, but Alex didn’t think she would lie since he was asking outright. She was pretty beaten up, and there was no way she would’ve been able to get away with keeping something like this from him unless she went out of her way to avoid him. That would only make him worry more. The only possible explanation he could think of was something with a potential client or client she had taken on, since he couldn’t think of a half decent reason anyone else would want to harm her. Alex wanted his suspicions confirmed, though he knew he wouldn’t be happy with it. Of course he wouldn’t be happy with any answer knowing that Cass was hurt, but he wanted the truth either way. As much as he tried to be supportive of her career of choice, there was never going to be a day he wanted to hear any details nor would be happy about her choice.

In a very sibling fashion, Cass rolled her eyes at Alex’s insistence. It wasn’t that she was upset he was pushing the point - it was that she should have known better than to try to wave him off. Letting out a sigh, she gestured toward the couch up against the wall, moving over to it herself and taking a seat. Her position was far less dignified than it would have been with anyone other than her brother, but it was also what was most comfortable in her current state. “I got jumped,” she admitted without bothering to sugar coat the truth. Alex knew her better than anyone else in her life, so there was no point in beating around the bush. It wouldn’t work and he wouldn’t appreciate it. “I had someone approach me for an appointment and I turned him down. Apparently he didn’t take it as well as I originally thought.” Granted, it could be seen as an insult to be turned away by a Companion, but that wasn’t usually the case. Sometimes it was a case of knowing that the client and the Companion simply wouldn’t mesh. This had been one of those instances, but now Cass wished she had meant it as an insult. Bastard. “I’ve already told the Captain what I know and it will be taken care of, I promise. Now - back to what I was asking; how are you?”

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ophelia-blackwell​:

Ophelia could have easily argued that knowing what she had done would be enough. And not just because of the blind loyalty almost everyone who joined the Alliance had for the people there but because even those who weren’t military, who weren’t Alliance? They tended not to be very fond of people who betrayed those who trusted them; of people who basically abandoned the people they cared about. And while her abandonment had been done out of love and not cruelty? She doubted that would matter. Not even to the people involved. But arguing that point just seemed a waste. The crew would think what they wanted about her regardless and beyond that her own crew no doubt had less than sparkling opinions of her these days. The only one she knew would probably never change their opinion about her was Rufus- but they always did have a sort of special friendship.

“For some compromise is as good as surrender.” The blonde let her gaze glance up and down the hall momentarily, eyeing the corridors and the people she could see vaguely walking past either end. “Some people from Themis had no problem with the Alliance. They consider themselves rather neutral. Like you and your brother. But some hate the Alliance with a passion that words can hardly describe. Compromising might feel like a betrayal of who they are.” As for Ophelia? Oh, she did hate the Alliance. That much she would never deny. It had made her feel like a monster while making her believe she had been fighting for the greater good. But the people? Well, she couldn’t say that she hated most of the people within the Alliance. Because most of them either felt like they were doing what was right or like the Alliance was the only place that would give them something they needed. What it was they needed varied from person to person and wasn’t for her to judge- but they found it there.

How had she been? The former captain contemplated the best way to answer that. There were a million ways it seemed like she could, a million things she could say and admit but none seemed right- or completely honest. “I’m managing,” she said after a moment, tucking her legs up to her chest and resting her arms on her knees, hands dangling. “I can’t say I ever wanted to be on an Alliance ship again. It brings up some things I’d rather not remember; I can’t say I know what to do around Orion and Lilith; I have some things back at home that not being able to get back to makes me…anxious. And…” Ophelia paused, shrugged in a rather weary way. “I’m not entirely sure how to speak to the Themis crew. Not because I don’t care for them or worry for them. My crew has always been my family. But this is my fault, us all being in this mess. How am I supposed to be around them all now?”

“Hm. And I understand that, but they can hate the Alliance without hating all of the people. A lot of the people on this ship weren’t even involved directly in the war. Some of them only joined as a means to an end or because they felt that they had no other options.” It was a common theme she’d found in talking to several of the members of the Virtus. And she’d spoken extensively with the members of the Themis over her time there, so she understood the grudges and hatred that some of them felt toward the Alliance as a whole. They would all just have to learn to separate the entity from the individuals. Both sides would have to learn. Especially if the were going to be stuck together on a ship for gods knew how long.

“I can’t say I’m surprised to hear that. I think I’d be more surprised to hear you wanted to be.” While Ophelia had apparently kept much of her past a secret from her crew, they did at least know of her defection from the Alliance and what it would mean for her to be caught. And they all had things back home that they needed to get back to. They all had family and friends, lives off of the ship. Cass was just lucky that she had Alex with her, although she would have given anything for him to be able to be back home instead. It didn’t mean she was going to downplay Ophelia’s anxiety over the same issue. “Just talk to them. There’s enough blame to go around, but you can start by admitting your part to them.” She wasn’t going to pretend that a large chunk of the blame didn’t lay on the shoulders of the two captains; it would be disingenuous and they would both know it. But Ophelia being able to admit her own mistakes would be a huge step in allowing her to get out of her own head and probably out of her room. “We were all there, we all know what happened and why it played out that way. The fact that your crew still reached out to you afterwards speaks volumes of their loyalty to and their belief in you.” 

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ophelia-blackwell​:

“Oh, I think they have a pretty good idea of who I am.” But the question was which version they thought was closest to the truth or the strongest about her. Was she all they had heard she had once been at the Academy? In the Alliance? Or was she nothing more than a traitor, a deserter? That was the eternal question though, wasn’t it? She was all of those things and none of those things all wrapped up into one. Sometimes, even to Ophelia herself, she felt as though there was a dozen versions of herself all bouncing around inside of her waiting to fight it out and decide which one would reign supreme. “Most of them either hate me or don’t trust me. A few I can’t really blame for that. It might even be deserved. At least…Orion and Lilith hate me and I can’t fault them for that.” The blonde cocked her heads lightly to the side, shoulders rising and falling in a gesture that implied there was nothing to be done about that. “We were close once. The three of us. Though…I don’t know how much of Lilith and I being close was because we were close to Orion and how much was just us anymore. And then I left. So, they at least have every right to hate me. It isn’t easy to feel abandoned by someone you cared about, I’d imagine. Even if you believed you were doing what was best for them.” Not that she believed either of them would ever think that was the case. No, she reasoned they would merely hate her forever. And that was their right. She wouldn’t argue otherwise.

“I’m not sure if that’s harder or easier,” the blonde mused, lips momentarily pursing in thought as she contemplated that. “To be considered on neither side. I’ve been on both sides so I know what the grass looks like on either but.. I’d imagine in some ways it must be easier. No one expects you to have loyalties to only one person or group; no one expects you to hate the others without reason. But maybe that isn’t easier at all. What would I know about it?” O fell silent for a few moments before turning her full attention towards Cass. Back on Themis the two spoke as often as the former captain had been able to make time to. But since the ships combined? She couldn’t deny that she had been neglecting much of her interactions with the people she considered her family-a fact Cassandra’s brother so bluntly pointed out. She couldn’t deny there was a pang of guilt for that. “How are you though, Cass?” she questioned finally. “I haven’t been a very good captain- or commander now technically- and I should have asked a long time ago. I’m sorry for that.”

Cass refrained from rolling her eyes at the former captain, shaking her head slightly. “I highly doubt any of them actually know you, since they haven’t had a chance. Hearing stories about you and from people and the way people remember how you were is completely different from who you actually are.” Labels that other people gave Ophelia wouldn’t define her if she didn’t let them, but in order to stop them from sticking to her, she had to make an effort. As to the hatred that her former lover and friend might feel for her, Cass couldn’t speak to that. She wouldn’t blame them, either, but she also didn’t know the whole story from both sides. Just because she couldn’t imagine leaving any of her loved ones behind to think she was dead didn’t mean it wasn’t what Ophelia saw as the best option. Cass trusted the people in her life to take what information she would give them and make smart choices with it, whether it meant following her or not. 

“It’s both, I think. It just depends on who you’re trying to blend in with at the time. Believe it or not, no one side is more green than the other, so to speak. Both have their flaws, both have their strengths. Neither one wants to compromise.” Cass shrugged her shoulders. It was just the way things were in life. Not just in the war. When Ophelia asked how Cass was, Cass turned her head slightly to study the captain’s face. Cass wasn’t feeling the effects of the captain’s prolonged disappearance the same way others were. There were a lot of different answers she could have given, as well. Ranging from ‘fine’ because she was able to straddle that social divide, to ‘miserable’ because Owen wouldn't talk to her, to ‘tired’ because she often felt like there was an invisible weight upon her shoulders. She’d settled on, “I’m okay. Ups and downs here and there, but all things considered,” she paused to gesture to the ship as a whole, encompassing not only their new ‘home’ but also the current situation, “things could be worse. And you, Ophelia? How have you been?” 

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maverick-reynolds​:

A chuckle slipped through his lips when she mentioned her brother.  Maverick playfully scrunched up his nose and shook his head.  “Nah, I think it must be the companion training.”  The man knew the Wilson siblings were attractive, not that he admit Alex was a good looking man aloud.  Letting out a breath, Maverick nodded.  “Perhaps it is different for you and me, given we have civilian roles on this ship. I dunno, it is hard to keep track of the days.  Half the time, I don’t know when my shift is because I don’t know what date it is.”  Once he poured himself a glass, he lifted it towards her and downed it in one gulp.  “True, the nice thing about working here is that I get to meet everyone.  I’m a social creature and if I was forced to work somewhere with few people, I would go stir crazy.”  He smiled, “I mean I am doing as well as I can, been making a few friends.”  A soft smiled formed as he thought about Evelyn.  “And, it is cool to hear everyone’s stories, where they come from and just what they miss back home.”

His denial of her answer made her smirk, but Cass let it go to focus on the remainder of the conversation. “I think you’re probably right, though even I’m more civilian than you, I believe.” She completely understood what Mav was getting at though in regards to the days. If someone asked her that exact moment, she’d probably have to think about it long and hard, probably because she didn’t even have any sort of scheduled shifts or anything like that. “You and me, both. I don’t think I could handle being squirreled away in some office somewhere, cut off from people. Even if it wasn’t in my ‘job’ description, it’s sort of the way I’ve always been, I think.” Cass watched his face transform ever so subtly as he mentioned having made friends, her mind immediately jumping to her roommate Evie, who got the same sort of look on her face whenever Mav was mentioned. “Mm. It makes it easier to see that even if we’re on opposite sides on some things, we’re not so different in most ways.” 

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ophelia-blackwell​:

“Out in the wild.” The former ship captain almost smiled at the term, the corners of her lips turning up ever so slightly being the only indication of the amusement she was feeling. It was mild and brief but it was one of the only entertaining moments she had since the two ships had been forced to combine out of necessity. “Well, there hasn’t seemed to be much of a reason to venture out into the so-called wild. Given what many of this ship’s crew feels about me it seems smarter to keep myself to my quarters more often than not.” Or perhaps it was the cowardly thing to do. But there was no room for bravery or bravado given the situation. She was under no delusions as to how this little venture would end for her. The moment they were able to find their way back home and the Alliance ship landed she would be arrested and charged with desertion, with treason. The future for her was bleak to say the very least and there was nothing to be done about it.

“Rufus has been keeping me apprised as much as he can. Though we both know that his lack of social skills does limit some of the access he has to information about people.” The words were said with quite a deal of affection towards their grumpy shipmate she loved as a brother. Were he friendly he wouldn’t be Rufus and she wouldn’t change him for anything in the world. “How are you fairing in our new home?” she asked, finally turning her full attention to Cassandra. “Finding it easy to make your place here?” Not that Ophelia was truly worried that Cass couldn’t do just that. Out of everyone in their makeshift family the brunette had the skills to do just that with little to no effort.

Cass listened quietly for a moment, taking in the captain’s reasons for keeping to herself before she shrugged. She could understand not wanting to cause problems, but... “Perhaps by spending more time with them, you can prove to them who you really are, versus who they think you might be.” Yes, it would take courage and a certain amount of not giving a fuck what others thought, but she knew Ophelia was capable of both. There wasn’t much she could do from behind a closed door, but there was always the off chance that her efforts to help save the ship could be her saving grace. No one back home knew that Orion had taken the Themis crew on board. No one back home in the Alliance would be any the wiser if the Themis crew didn’t appear on their radar for awhile. 

Still, Cass wasn’t going to push the point. Eventually Ophelia would have to leave her room and interact more, and she might realize that a lot of these people didn’t actually hate her. Most of them didn’t have the capacity for it at this point in time, given almost everyone’s mind was focused on getting home. Cass let out an amused snort at the mention of Rufus’s social skills - or rather lack thereof. People probably weren’t very forthcoming with him, but she had no doubt he was still able to pick things up. “Easy enough.” Most of her life, especially that which she had spent on the Themis, had been spent straddling the line of several different parts of society. Cass never truly felt like she had a foot solidly in any one place. The only time she’d felt home, or like she belonged, was with her family - and anytime she’d been with Owen. “No one tends to look at me as being one ‘side’ or the other, no matter how I ended up here.”

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maverick-reynolds​:

“You know I am only teasing, Cass you are still pretty as ever.  Not sure how you always look good, is it that companion training or just great genetics?”  With her order, Maverick pulled out a bottle of whiskey and began to pour her a generous amount.  For whatever reason, he felt she could use a good drink and he could use the company. “Guess I’m alright, still trying to process everything.  I know it has been three months, but it still is hard to believe.  You know what I mean.”  At the leg question, he chuckled as he patted his actual good leg.  “Still holding up, but barely.”  He looked around before pouring himself a drink as well. “How are things?  I know you are probably busy every day.  Do you get any rest?  It seems everyone is all wound up.”

She let out a snort of laughter at his comment, shaking her head slightly. “You’re too sweet. Besides, you’ve seen Alex. Clearly it’s genetics.” Cass waggled her eyebrows before letting out another tired laugh. She didn’t like to think of her brother that way, but she knew that he was considered attractive by men and women alike. She also knew she was no slouch - even in her natural state she had a certain appeal to people. It was part of what made her a good Companion. Gratefully, she took the offered glass and took a long drink from it, sighing contentedly at the familiar burn down her throat. “Three months feels like forever and yet like no time at all. At least to me.” She could only imagine how much harder it was on Mav, having had to confront his brother onboard the Virtus. Cass herself had spoken with Travis, bit she hadn’t gotten in the middle of things. It wasn’t her place. She watched as he poured himself a glass before raising hers to him in a small toast. “Things are about the same. I don’t mind being busy, though. It keeps my mind occupied. Helps the time pass.” Her brow arched at the wound up comment, her mind immediately going to the two people on the ship who were most wound up: Orion and Owen. “Mm, some more than others. You seem to be handling yourself fairly well, though, especially being here in the middle of everyone. How are you getting on with the other crew?”

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aleksanderwilsons​:

A lot and yet very little had happened since coming onto the Virtus. Lilith was the main thing that had changed, at least for the good, for Alex. It was no question that he preferred thinking about the best thing in his life at the moment when there was so much shit going on everywhere else on the ship. All in all Alex didn’t mind his job or the people from Virtus. Everyone was worried they would never make it back home. There was plenty of tension to go around, but Alex never got in the middle of it. It helped that one of the top people on the Virtus was Lilith. Then again, he might not be saying that once their relationship was known to everyone.

Alex was off work and wouldn’t be seeing Lilith until later that night, so he had made his way to Cass’s private quarters to check in on his sister. He greeted his sister once she opened the door and stepped into the room, turning towards her. “So, how’s everything been today?”

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Her entire body still ached from the earlier assault she’d suffered, but Cass knew that movement would be the best way to loosen up those sore muscles. The doctor might tell her that the day after was too soon to try to be up and reorganizing her quarters, but the activity helped occupy her mind as well as her body. Because thinking was the last thing she wanted to do. She didn’t want to think about Owen’s hot and cold reaction to her in the medbay. She didn’t want to think about how many others might get pissed off if she turned them down for soliciting her services. And she definitely didn’t want to think about the fact that she was the one person on this ship uniquely trained to actually help people in a way no one else could, which meant that she couldn’t exactly hide herself away in fear or self pity. Not to mention it wasn’t in her, personally. So moving things around and taking inventory was easier than sitting around or taking it easy. 

Cass had also figured it would only be a matter of time before Alex either heard about what had happened or would show up at her door, and given the tone of his voice, he hadn’t yet heard about the news. So when she turned toward him, she turned slowly, doing her best to give him a reassuring smile. “Hey. Today is better than yesterday,” she said drily, letting out a soft laugh in the hopes she could defuse the situation before it possibly started. “Before you panic, I’m fine. Just a little banged up. How about you? How are things with you? Still getting along with the rest of the crew?”

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ophelia-blackwell​:

Where: Outside of her quarters Who: Open

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.

Being a Companion meant that Cass had learned how to become somewhat of a chameleon; a humorous feeling for someone who wasn’t able to lie to the people that knew her best, especially growing up. Hell, while she was able to blend with both sides of the merged crew and pull off an air of being pulled together to everyone else, there was no way she’d be able to get it past Alex. The upside of this ability though, was that while Ophelia did know her fairly well, Cass would still be able to maintain that sort of air while she reached out to the captain. 

Seeing the blonde on the floor outside her quarters - a place Cass knew she’d seen far too much of the past few months - Cass altered her course and tucked her simple dress under herself as she settled down onto the floor next to Ophelia, sitting quietly until the other was done with whatever she was scribbling down. “No,” she answered simply. “But this is the first time I’ve seen you out in ‘the wild’ in quite some time, so I figured I should take advantage of it. I’ve missed getting to chat with you.” She didn’t say the words with any accusation in her voice; it wasn’t like she blamed Ophelia for avoiding the crew of the Virtus. She didn’t understand the woman’s motivations for what she had done in the past or the present, so while she could definitively say that both captains were responsible for where they currently were, she didn’t choose to place the blame more on one or the other. 

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Emmy Rossum

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Where: Medbay Who: @owxnxwxlker​

Companions were well trained before they left the academy - well trained in a myriad of subjects and disciplines. One of those disciplines was self-defense. Companions weren’t always going to find themselves in the nicest of areas or the best of situations, so the academy liked to be sure that they were able to take care of themselves should the need arise. Of course, even the most well prepared Companion could be caught off guard. Being caught off guard was the reason Cass had made her way to the medbay that evening. While she couldn’t say for sure who it was, she had been jumped by several men on her way back to her quarters, and she had a feeling that the ringleader was a man she had recently turned away when he came to request her services. Her wounds probably looked worse than they were. She at least knew she had a fair amount of blood on her face - but she made her way to the medbay under her own power and was quickly ushered into one of the side rooms by one of the medics who helped her up onto one of the exam tables before taking off to get his supervisor. It wasn’t until she had settled in with a groan that she glanced over at the table next to her, her heart dropping from her chest when she saw that Owen was seated upon it. Owen, whom she was trying to give space. Owen, who still took her breath away every time she saw him. Owen, who wanted nothing to do with her. Cass probably looked like a deer in the headlights as she stared at him for a long moment before she was able to gather any sort of sense. “O-- Walker. Hi...” Well, that was articulate.

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maverick-reynolds​:

The night was early and Maverick had several hours left on his shift.  Although, he felt fortunate that he managed to snag one of the civilian jobs on board the vessel at times it sucked when the majority of his friends were working different hours than him.  Only blessing was when they would take the time and down a few drinks and converse with him.  Speaking of which, he noticed a familiar face bringing out a smile from him as he leaned up against the counter.  “You look beat,” he stated.  “What can I get ya?”

“Do I? I must be losing my touch,” Cass teased in return with a tired smile. Most of the people from the Themis knew that her calm and cool demeanor was a front, but it wasn’t all that often that she looked as tired as she felt. “Whiskey neat, please.” At this point she didn’t care if people had opinions or made comments about a companion drinking something so bold and ‘unrefined.’ It had been about three months now that they’d been aboard the Virtus, and while she was doing her best to walk the line between the crews, she was still emotionally exhausted herself. Owen still wouldn’t look at her, much less talk to her. She missed the crewmembers they had lost on the Themis. She worried for Alex and herself seeing their family again. She worried for all the people on the Virtus, even if she didn’t particularly like them. “How have you been holding up lately? How’s the leg?” 

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aleksanderwilsons​:

Alex couldn’t hold back the grin and light blush when Cass mentioned Lilith. They had finally cut their conversation short after a while. He didn’t want people to become too suspicious, and it wouldn’t hurt for either of them to do some mingling as well. Cass wasn’t who he’d had in mind, but whatever. “Don’t worry, we spent plenty of time talking. I still don’t want people to become suspicious, so better safe than sorry.” It wasn’t that he was ashamed of Lilith or wanted to hide their relationship; he was scared that going public would cause drama that he didn’t want. Hopefully a few inter-crew couples could become public before he and Lilith did. Alex wanted the Captain to be a little more adjusted to the idea before his little sister was doing it. “How’s work been goin’? Meet any potential new clients?” While he didn’t like details about what his sister did, it wasn’t like he was totally disinterested. It was still what Cass did to make money, and he respected that. Plus he was distrusting of most the Alliance crew in general and wanted to keep an eye out if he thought one of them might cause trouble.

She actually enjoyed seeing the look that her brother gave; the smile was the sort that transformed his face into someone far more carefree than he had been lately. Even before this miserable turn of events that landed them in the middle of nowhere. "Smart move," she conceded. "Just remember I'm always willing to help you out though if you need any cover... and I can't wait to meet her." Cass smiled warmly at her brother, a wave of affection washing over her. "There has definitely been no shortage of potential clients on board." There were actually more than she could take on herself as regulars, at any rate. "Considering our circumstances, nearly everyone wants someone to talk to about everything. Even if it's just me sitting and listening." Truthfully, she still couldn't bring herself to be more intimate with anyone than going so far as to massage or bathe them, and with some few, the occasional cuddling. What she needed to do was get over the fact that Owen had done a 180 on her and move on. "So far most of them are a lot like our crew." Except for the last few passengers Ophelia had picked up on a whim. Cass still didn't trust them.

[star-crossed-cass]

maverick-reynolds​:

The man’s shoulders came up; he did not have an answer.  “Probably just do not have spare legs lying around.  Plus, not sure I could get rid of this one.  My family after the war worked so I could have it.  Yeah it has some downsides, but it’s gotten me through a lot the last few years and it is really the only thing I have left from them.” It may seem odd, but there was a sentimental piece attached to the prosthetic.  Maverick didn’t come from much besides a large family, they were poor and after the war he returned home a broken man.  They all worked and sacrificed for him to be able to walk again.  “I’ll let you know Cass, but I know you are busy with everyone.  There is no need concern yourself with me.  I know it can’t be easy handling so many more people and their issues.”

Cass elbowed him gently in the side, a grin playing on her lips. "I meant a new cane. I'm sure you're right that there aren't any legs just lying around." She was only teasing him, especially since they'd talked about his emotional attachment to that specific prosthetic. So long as it was still functioning and not causing him pain, she saw no reason for him to get rid of it. Not everyone needed the top of the line for everything. When Mav brushed off her request, she leveled a gaze at him, studying his face for a moment. "I will always concern myself with you, Maverick. You're family, and I don't take that lightly. I'll gladly take on the problems of anyone I can if it means I'm helping."

[star-crossed-cass]

captain-orionqueen​:

Orion turned towards Cassandra, a serious expression still upon his face.  The man’s icy eyes stared as he remained quiet as she contradicted to him.  “Miss Cassandra, I am not afforded the luxury to discuss my feelings.  I am the captain of this ship and must maintain a certain appearance for everyone. In times of trouble, it is up to the leadership to remain in control and be the pillars for everyone.”  For the man, he had a lot weighing him.  There was a lot of guilt gnawing at him when it came to pursuit of The Themis, but something even worse ate away at him. When his best friend wanted to pursue other avenues, he pulled strings to keep her on his ship for anther rotation and now she was stuck there because of his decision.

“I assure you they prepare us at The Academy to handle our emotions and keep things in check.  There is no need to be concerned for me Miss Cassandra.  I appreciate it, but it is not warranted.” Another lie, but he still had no indication if he could trust the companion.  Although her records were good, he still found it odd that she traveled on the other ship, especially with her skill set.  “Thank you.  I only hope I can do everyone justice and be the captain everyone deserves.”

Practically able to feel the chill in the man's eyes, Cassandra still didn't back down from meeting his gaze head on. She understood where he was coming from, but surely he also knew that everyone had a breaking point. Then again, perhaps if she were a typical sort of Companion, he would have already sought her out. No few of the Alliance members asked why she was traveling with a known browncoat crew, but none of them pushed when she brushed off their questions. It certainly didn't stop them from seeking her services. Still, at this point she had made herself more than available for the man. Whether or not he chose to come to her was up to him, she wouldn't push.

Her shoulders rose in a shrug that was halfway between resigned and unbothered. "It's my lot in life to feel concerned about almost everyone, Captain. It's the whole reason I chose to be a Companion in the end." Most people thought it was the prestige, but that hadn't ever been Cass's goal when she went to the academy at a young age. She'd always been more empathetic than most, and her grandmother had suggested the academy to her parents. Cassandra had always had the final decision though, once she reached eighteen. "You're doing admirably thus far, sir. I have faith you can keep it up for as long as necessary."

[star-crossed-cass]

trxvis-reynolds​:

Bumping into Cassandra made his night start better than he thought, he enjoyed her company, he knew already how to talk to her, and more important she seemed to enjoy his sense of humor which he saw as an important plus. “I got my moments” He laughed and took the whiskey and clinked his glass with her before taking a sip of the liqueur, Travis laughed, he too was hoping that the was more people around but now all he could think about was “Look at the bright side, more alcohol for us. But hey are you coming here to meet someone special or just like me you are here for the booze and the food.”

"You have more than moments," she corrected without thinking, the compliment genuine in nature. Her eyes were moving around the mess hall at this point, taking in the very few people that were mingling with members of the other ship. It was far fewer than hoped, but still more than had attempted it earlier in the night. At Travis's comment, Cass's eyes landed on Owen hovering in a dark corner by himself. With a slight shake of her head, she turned her attention back to Travis, letting a smile take over her face once more. "Now why would I ever come for anything but the booze and the food?"