Miromi’s eyes narrowed at Iadalis. There was just no point in running around trying to find answers. Sometimes in life there just weren’t any answers and you had to learn to just deal with it. Perhaps this is why she was different than them, her life had been a series of unanswered questions. Why had her father killed her mother? Why had he tried to frame his daughter? Would the world ever return to normal? Who was going to die next? It seemed childish and naïve to keep looking for the answers especially when there were other more tangible problems to focus on. Miromi supposed she could humor them for now, it wasn’t like there was any place to go.
”You should really should learn to listen better,” the woman said, her tone remained indifferent as always, ”like him.” She pointed briefly to Kale. ”I’m not in a habit of repeating myself but I’ll make an exception since we just met. I. Have. No. Idea. How. You. Got. Here. I do however know I got here. I walked on and I assume you all did as well or perhaps someone carried you or maybe someone threw magic fairy dust on you and you just teleported here. There? Does that make you feel any better? Unfortunately it doesn’t solve any of our problems. Simply knowing that we can walk off doesn’t fix anything,” her voice turned dark as he annoyance finally showed, ”unless of course you’re suggesting we should just simply walk off the ship an into the planet’s atmosphere. Now that’s foolishness.”
Turning back to Kale, she smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes but it was genuine non-the-less. ”Yes, we need to find a key. Once we do that I might be able to get this thing up and running. Mind you, I might. That is unless someone else has mechanical skills.” She had been contacted, by note, a few days ago. Someone had found a mysterious ship that they hoped would be able to travel off the planet. In exchange for passage they required that she help get it up and running. Since she was one of the few people still alive and decently well off on the planet with a range of mechanical skills, it only made sense to Miromi that she’d been chosen. She’d arrived to find the ship’s door open and a few of her fellow passengers snoozing away in the lounge. Their sleep seemed…unnatural and when she tried to wake one that’s when everything had gone black.
Miromi’s eyes flicked around until they settled back on Iadalis. ”So, leader, where should we look first?”
During the discussion, Callefine slipped out of the control room. She passed small built woman with long dark blond hair. When their eyes met she waved at Inaya before heading deeper into the ship’s interior. One of their companions hadn’t woken up like the rest of them, but that made sense. Taking the wooden, creaking stairs two at a time she came upon a hallway with several locked doors. She stopped in front of one which was as unlabeled as the rest of them but she knew instinctively that the last member of the group lay sleeping behind it.
Taking out a lock pick from a hidden pocket in her pants, Callefine began to painstakingly work on the keyhole. When the tumblers finally turned over, she pushed through the heavy wooden door and locked it quickly behind her. This room like so many others looked old and worn. The paneling here was whitewashed but the light coming from the fixtures above shed a harsh glow. The walls were filled with locked cabinets and scattered on the counter were various used medical tools. In the middle of the room were two simple beds, one empty and one occupied. Under a thin white sheet slept the one to burn.