Octavia only seemed to frown “Are you are, I can go get you some pain killers for you. A possible ice pack as well?” She took a cautious step forward more into the ship, she felt awful that she made the other hit her head. “Ohhh right...Well I was going to attempt to fix up on of the mongoose since on the grunts thought it was a great idea to crash it and I couldn’t find a wrench. Sooo...I was going to just kind of borrow one near by? I’m soooo sorry I made you hit your head.”

He looked up at her, with the look of pure joy and slight embarrassment on his face. “I know this was really sudden so i think you deserve an explanation why” He took a deep breath and exhaled “So if you didn’t know i tried to find a relationship with Jo, our resident gay pilot #1, which ended horribly because she is as gay as Freddie Mercury; But either way it really screwed me up more, more than usual, but it did hurt me. That kinda changed when i started talking more with you I got out of the pit i dug, you were the light at the end of the tunnel for me, you are my Kinzie and im the president stuck in a simulation of a 60′s sitcom…that’s an oddly specific reference….oh wait that’s Saint Row 4…But either way you got me through the rough time and that make me ‘like’ you…i guess but i really do like you, alot…so i do hope this change is a good one and a lasting one” His smile seemed brighter now and he booped her nose back.

She only seemed to raise an eye brow “Now thats some information I herd rumoring around the ship. Sorry she broke your heart?” She replied only give a slight frown “Well I know shit about hacking into simulations, I can hack. But not that well.” she laughed when he booped her nose back. “Yeah it could be a good one.” She jumped slightly as her cat leaped but up on the bed and crawled in between the two of them. Alistair started to meow up at Zona. “Awwwhh Alistair is worried about you.” 

It wasn’t unusual for pilots to fall asleep in their birds, at least, it wasn’t for Lydia, as this was the exact case. She had been cleaning the cockpit of her bird, because after, it’s  pit for a reason, though, you can hardly blame her for it, stuff just piles up over time. In any case, there she was flopped so elegantly, on the floor in the corner, enjoying nice uninterrupted sleep, until a large metallic clang woke her up, “WHAT” she yelled bolting up and knocking her head against lord knows what “goddamnit!” she yelled once more. A short pause followed by a bunch of muttered curses, “what do you need?” She said to the figure who was now standing in the belly of the pelican.

Octavia basically jumped at the sound of someone yelling. She immediately abandoned what ever she dropped out and hurried inside where the shout came from. She found Lydia holding her head. “Oh my goodness are you okay? Gah I’m so sorry I dropped the wrench and woke you up.” She commented with a frown. 

South doesn’t know who tried to hide a pack of snack cakes in the pantry, but she finds the half empty box and devours the last couple tucked away inside. She tosses out the box and wrappers, wiping her mouth off and hesitating a second when she hears someone coming. 

Octavia walks into the room and smiles over at South “Why hello there friend, how are you today?” She asks as she heads towards an area of the pantry shuffling things about. She seems to stop moving things about and makes a disappointed face before she starts to search the other shelves of food.

Well I feel bad for the grunts, always getting picked on and such! I believe that if treated with respect, they will give respect and possibly move up the ranks a tad bit? Oh I wish I wasn’t so nice and could make some one else do it. 

They’re grunts, you don’t go from grunt to Freelancer, you just stay a grunt. End of story. Seriously Mass, just tell them to do it, don’t even ask, it’s easy. 

Yeah I know that, but still least they can at least be a Sargent I’m sure. Least give them a tad bit of hope? I rather sadly be their friend and enemy.  

Nah, don’t give them false home, Mass. And hey, okay, you can be friends with grunt babies and still make them do your paperwork. Just saying

Well, I could make them do my paperwork...but its just cruel either way. Plus they’re going to have to guess with some of the information we have to fill out. Oh well though, people can have opinions that’s for sure and that is an okay thing to have. 

He had a smile on his face as he played, he hasn’t felt this happy since before his planet was glassed. As he continued to play he started remembering. His smile becomes a frown and he stops playing and practically breaks down in-front of mass. Mass tries to console him and calm him down but to no avail, all of his repressed memories were coming back to him; the glassing of Eridanus II, the death of his sister, the trauma that the war did to him, and the worse thing of all he remembered her. His eyes widened and beings saying “no she isn’t dead, she can’t be dead” over and over. Mass held him tight and didn’t let go. They sat there together for maybe 30 minutes, that when he finally stopped. He looked at mass, eyes sore and red, he was crying hard. “I’m sorry…you had to….see me….like that…” His throat was horse, rough and rugged; he was also screaming loudly, luckily the wall are really thick so no one heard his screaming rant besides mass. He laid his head on her shoulder, “ I’m soo sorry…i let her die…” He began to silently cry, unable to make a sound.

She held his body close as she rubbed his back in small circles. “Shhh…It’s okay let it all out.” She told him in a quiet hushed voice. She didn’t think she could see someone fall so quickly, she felt horrible and all she could do was be there for him. “There is no need to apologize.” she sighed softly “There is no need at all. I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” She held his body tighter to help reassure him that he was safe.

He sat there, clutching Octavia, for a good hour; that gave him good enough time for him to fully calm down. He finally looked at her. His eyes look like their back to normal, plus his voice isn’t as raspy too. “Again i’m sorry you had to see all that…it wasn’t my best moment…it also looks like i ruined dinner as well..” He tries not to look into her eyes but he can’t avoid it. He looks into her eyes, her soft and kind eyes, her beautiful smile, and her drop-dead gorgeous hair. He kisses her, one of the passionate kisses he had ever given. He could not stop himself, he hasn’t felt this attraction towards someone this strong since his battlefield love; but she does notice what he does. Octavia pulls back, contemplating what just happened. Zona is a red as a fresh tomato and looked scared a shitless, “im…sorry” But it wasn’t long till Octavia kissed him back, it wasn’t as passionate as his but it was enough to shows that she care. He smiles and Octavia gently places her forehead against his. 

She gave a faint small smile “Don’t be sorry about it Zona.” She sighed placing one of her hands over the top of his. “There is no need to apologize for something you can’t keep from happening. It’s never good to keep things bottled up.” She pulled her forehead away as she grinned more to herself “Well, that was something interesting…never been kissed before. Huh…weird.” She laughed as she looked back over at Zona looking a little surprised and confused from the whole thing. 

Zona was way more confused by all of this. He was honestly quite surprised that Octavia returned his affection, he was even more surprised that no one before him had pronounced their love for her; she is a beautiful and kind women, what else would you want in the person you love. Zona is still scared shitless but he know that the fear was not needed: He found the one! “I’m surprised by that…but either way…just..Thank you” He flipped over his hand and intertwined it with hers. He put his head down onto her shoulder with the biggest of smiles on his face. 

She tilted her head to the side so she could rest her head on his head. She let out a sigh a smile still plastered to her face. “There is no need to say thank you.” She commented only to continue speaking a few seconds later “Well, I’m not so surprised. Never really had the chance, all the guys way back when were just stupid and gross. I guess now it’s been changed?” She said as he pulled her head up so she could continue smile at him before booping on his nose gently with her free hand. “Well I suppose it might be a pretty good change.” 

He had a smile on his face as he played, he hasn’t felt this happy since before his planet was glassed. As he continued to play he started remembering. His smile becomes a frown and he stops playing and practically breaks down in-front of mass. Mass tries to console him and calm him down but to no avail, all of his repressed memories were coming back to him; the glassing of Eridanus II, the death of his sister, the trauma that the war did to him, and the worse thing of all he remembered her. His eyes widened and beings saying “no she isn’t dead, she can’t be dead” over and over. Mass held him tight and didn’t let go. They sat there together for maybe 30 minutes, that when he finally stopped. He looked at mass, eyes sore and red, he was crying hard. “I’m sorry…you had to….see me….like that…” His throat was horse, rough and rugged; he was also screaming loudly, luckily the wall are really thick so no one heard his screaming rant besides mass. He laid his head on her shoulder, “ I’m soo sorry…i let her die…” He began to silently cry, unable to make a sound.

She held his body close as she rubbed his back in small circles. “Shhh…It’s okay let it all out.” She told him in a quiet hushed voice. She didn’t think she could see someone fall so quickly, she felt horrible and all she could do was be there for him. “There is no need to apologize.” she sighed softly “There is no need at all. I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” She held his body tighter to help reassure him that he was safe.

He sat there, clutching Octavia, for a good hour; that gave him good enough time for him to fully calm down. He finally looked at her. His eyes look like their back to normal, plus his voice isn’t as raspy too. “Again i’m sorry you had to see all that…it wasn’t my best moment…it also looks like i ruined dinner as well..” He tries not to look into her eyes but he can’t avoid it. He looks into her eyes, her soft and kind eyes, her beautiful smile, and her drop-dead gorgeous hair. He kisses her, one of the passionate kisses he had ever given. He could not stop himself, he hasn’t felt this attraction towards someone this strong since his battlefield love; but she does notice what he does. Octavia pulls back, contemplating what just happened. Zona is a red as a fresh tomato and looked scared a shitless, “im…sorry” But it wasn’t long till Octavia kissed him back, it wasn’t as passionate as his but it was enough to shows that she care. He smiles and Octavia gently places her forehead against his. 

She gave a faint small smile “Don’t be sorry about it Zona.” She sighed placing one of her hands over the top of his. “There is no need to apologize for something you can’t keep from happening. It’s never good to keep things bottled up.” She pulled her forehead away as she grinned more to herself “Well, that was something interesting...never been kissed before. Huh...weird.” She laughed as she looked back over at Zona looking a little surprised and confused from the whole thing. 

Yeah , none taken mass. Buuut ~ since you did tell me half of what I wanted I can tell you that the informant is someone you know. That’s all I can say. Well you’re a nice woman , a strong woman , like a nurse shark or a bumblebee- so I wish you luck in your endeavors.

Oh good thing I know them then, I was about to start tracking down who they were! Awh thank you Jo thats the sweetest thing even. A Nurse Shark, I love it. So very very much. You such a good friend to me, thank you.

Well I feel bad for the grunts, always getting picked on and such! I believe that if treated with respect, they will give respect and possibly move up the ranks a tad bit? Oh I wish I wasn’t so nice and could make some one else do it. 

They’re grunts, you don’t go from grunt to Freelancer, you just stay a grunt. End of story. Seriously Mass, just tell them to do it, don’t even ask, it’s easy. 

Yeah I know that, but still least they can at least be a Sargent I’m sure. Least give them a tad bit of hope? I rather sadly be their friend and enemy.  

Well I feel bad for the grunts, always getting picked on and such! I believe that if treated with respect, they will give respect and possibly move up the ranks a tad bit? Oh I wish I wasn’t so nice and could make some one else do it. 

He had a smile on his face as he played, he hasn’t felt this happy since before his planet was glassed. As he continued to play he started remembering. His smile becomes a frown and he stops playing and practically breaks down in-front of mass. Mass tries to console him and calm him down but to no avail, all of his repressed memories were coming back to him; the glassing of Eridanus II, the death of his sister, the trauma that the war did to him, and the worse thing of all he remembered her. His eyes widened and beings saying “no she isn’t dead, she can’t be dead” over and over. Mass held him tight and didn’t let go. They sat there together for maybe 30 minutes, that when he finally stopped. He looked at mass, eyes sore and red, he was crying hard. “I’m sorry…you had to….see me….like that…” His throat was horse, rough and rugged; he was also screaming loudly, luckily the wall are really thick so no one heard his screaming rant besides mass. He laid his head on her shoulder, “ I’m soo sorry…i let her die…” He began to silently cry, unable to make a sound.

She held his body close as she rubbed his back in small circles. “Shhh...It’s okay let it all out.” She told him in a quiet hushed voice. She didn’t think she could see someone fall so quickly, she felt horrible and all she could do was be there for him. “There is no need to apologize.” she sighed softly “There is no need at all. I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” She held his body tighter to help reassure him that he was safe.