The flight so far had been disarmingly pleasant, further reminding Equinox of their current predicament.

"Sol," he whispered, nudging the dosing boy beside him. The blond shifted in his seat, cracking one eye open expectantly. 

"Has it occurred to you that we're about to be sent to Earth with a hundred teenage [i]criminals?[/i] And that we're supposed to play nice long enough to find some habitable plane on a long dead planet?"

"I don't know, man," Sol replied with a grin and a casual shrug, "we both got charged with treason. I think that's pretty hardcore."

...Equinox blinked, face deadpan. 

"Fine, fine!" Hands rose in a placating manner (as far as Solstice could in his restraints). "I'm guessing you wanna ditch this group as soon as we land?"

"Yes."