Starfire

Chapter Five:: Owen's Place

And then suddenly, it was morning... Tyrin wakes up slowly, focusing on his moistened sheets... Wet with sweat and ecstasy and tears... A long sigh and a longer stretch and Tyrin is pulling his naked body from the warmth of his new bed, giving his room a closer look... It is beautiful... All of it... It's so surprising that Tex could have this kind of taste... Tyrin couldn't help but appreciate that about the man...

So anyway, Tyrin hits the shower, washing his essence away... Another sigh when Tex pops into his head again and Tyrin can only groan softly before finishing up and getting dressed...

He pulls open the door slowly, being careful not to wake his friend up as he pads out into the main area of the apartment, looking about closely at things... he hasn't seen much of the house outside the living room...

"Damn..."

He whispers as he walks through the kitchen, fingertips brushing over things... Tex's things... So... is everything in here voice activated?

Might as well try it out...

"Mil?"

He calls out to the computer and he nods as he hears it beep to attention...

"Um... A Continental breakfast? Scrambled eggs, bacon... Four strips, half a grapefruit, cup of black coffee...Two slices of toast... and... hmm... orange juice..."

Would this work? He doesn't rightly know, but he figures it's the least he can do for his friend... He just... he wanted to be wonderful for that man... More than wonderful...

Tex woke at the first stirrings of his roomie, but laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, his face impassive and mind rushing over the things that had happened over the last evening and those which were to happen today. To see his face, many of those who know him would have been astonished. Tex Heeseman had not known a single day in his life.. a moment even, when he wasn't making a joke out of most of what went on. He could show rage, disgust, active delight, and a million other emotions, all played to the hilt. But to be in a state of peaceful meditation? This is an oddity. A moment so rare that it's held for those times when he's alone and only then. And he's not alone often. He just doesn't like to be alone much. It leaves too much time to the imagination. So he is either drunk, sleeping, planning, with Owen and Suzanna, or with some hot babe.. it fills his time.

So why is he laying here? The sunlight awash on his skin as he stares at the ceiling and contemplates.

The sound of Mil coming online alerts him, but he does not react, only takes note of it. Oddly enough, he is going to have to come to terms with having a partner and he'd set her voice recog system to know Tyr. Whatever he wanted, she'd do her utmost to help him. She was Tex's wife in a way. Did everything he needed. That's all.

With a groan, he stands and stretches, his lithe body moving into the action as if it were born to do just that. With a smirk, he rubs the back of his neck and makes his way into the house.

The light pours in at the corners and into the rooms. He sighs happily. Nice day to have. Then with a swift jerk of his mouth, pulls the mask back over his face, all smiles once more.. all jokes.. all Tex. Yeah, it fit him and it did it's job.

"Hey slob!" he calls out. "Where in this fucking place did Mil hide you?" he grins as he walks into the kitchen to get himself some breakfast.

To find it already made. "Holy shit.." he grins. "Damn Mil... nice one.."

Yes, there it was, arranged nicely at the kitchen table... Tyrin shudders as he hears Tex' voice for the first time this morning... Gods, that fucking man makes him weak at the knees... Just hearing his voice was enough to nearly making him weep...

He had to gather his bearings as Tex came to the kitchen to see the breakfast he called Mil to make... Eyes look up from the sink and Tyrin offers a quiet morning smile and a brightness to his eyes that hadn't been there for so long...

"Mornin' DS... I, uh... I took the liberty of... having breakfast made for you before we get out of here today... So... sit that ass down and eat and I'll take care of the living room, eh?"

He bites his bottom lip gently, suddenly feeling giddy... Shy... Even a little nervous, now... Tex did something to him... Is still doing something... He's like a light... A flame... Tyrin so wants to be close to it... To him... Gods, if Tex had any idea of what he's done to Tyrin, he's not sure if he could handle the repercussions... And so, he pats Tex on the shoulder, smiles softly and heads out into the living room... he has to get his mind straight if he's gonna be out with him all day...

Tex stares at the food and grins. "Hot damn! I was starving.. good idea, BP man!" and he leaps into it. A pat on Tyrin's shoulder and he grins through a bite, shoveling food as if he had been sleeping for nine years instead of nine hours. Not counting the interruption. Never let it be said that Tex couldn't put it away. The man had a metabolism like a steam shovel, he ate foods like locomotives ate coal!

Tyrin hears the compliment on the way to cleaning up the living room and he smiles brightly... Everything Tex says making such a difference... He feels so... so appreciated... He feels like he belongs somewhere... And it's Tex... It's everything this man is doing for him...

He nods softly and laughs to himself and picks up the beer bottles and the containers of old Chinese food, shoving it all in a bag and setting it near the door to take with him when he leaves...

Breakfast is gone in moments, but then, Tex has got things to do and he has a hot desire to see Owen. "K!" around a mouthful, his hand full of toast with a glass in the other, which he sucks down. It's hard to believe he ever even tasted the stuff. "C'mon, babe!" he shouts out and stuffing his face, makes his way through the hall and past the living room. "Damn.. I need something to grab you by. You think you can grow yer hair out or something?" snickers and shakes his head as he pats the archway of the living room. "you eat already? If not.. I saved a helluva lot of food in there.. eat up."

"Nah, not yet..." Tyrin says as Tex enters the living room, and Tyrin laughs softly at the remark about growing out his hair... "I'll think about it..." He says through the light laughter, shaking his head as he fixes the pillows on the couch, heading toward the kitchen, looking at what's left of breakfast...

Tex grins. "I'm gonna get Owen's shit down at the garage and I'll meet you there in ten, key?" and with that, the door's swinging shut and Tex is gone from the apartment, his whirlwind leaving silence broken only by the soft ticking of the clock.

"yeah, I'll see ya there, DS!"

Calling from the kitchen as he sits down and scarfs what's left of the meal...

"Damn, Mil... You ain't bad..."

He says softly, hearing the front door close... For that moment he's totally alone, he sets his fork down, and just... thinks on how fucking lucky his... And how much Tex has changed him... for the better... definitely that... He wants to scream so bad... Just scream with his happiness... Something he's not used to at all...

"Someone in the stars must love me..." He says before finishing up the food, cleaning the plate afterwards and grabbing the bag and tossing it in the incinerator before heading down to where Tex was waiting...

Tex is waiting in ten minutes, sitting on the hood of the car, a pack leaning against it's bumper and a small lap top in his lap as he bends over it, muttering to himself now and again, fingers clacking over the keys at lightning speed.

"Hmph... Two minutes to spare..." As Tyrin gives a light tug to the gentle tied up hair on the back of Tex' head...

"The hell are ya doing, man?" Tyrin tilts his head, looking over Tex' shoulder to see what he was getting into...

Tex grins at the tug on his hair. Already they've lapsed into comfortable means with one another. It's good.. very good. He is already less tense, more in line with the world around him. Damn. Nice to have a partner. Though it'll put a crimp on his sex life, that's for sure. But he can work around that if need be!

"Jes workin' on some setting up shit fer Owen. See.. he does most of the work getting our tags in and shit and gettin' em changed. But it'll take him near to two weeks to do both of ours. If I do some shit before, lay the ground work, so to speak? Then he's got less to do." He taps through a form and smiles as he changes some numbers, dates, etc on it. "He's gonna have to go through and change our signature on the cop's files so that it comes out as something different. Then we have to work on getting our papers redone, without going too deep into it. The pilot registration is the easiest thing to cut into. Sunovabitch is almost always fucking hacked into every day.." he laughs. "I think they leave it open cause they know what a lot of fuckers we are."

Tyrin listens close to what Tex is talking about and he nods along, looking over the form he's working...

"Well, damn, dude! A hacker too? Tight fuckin' work!"

He says excitedly, giving a slight slap on the back... But damn... two weeks to get both the suits up to par? This should definitely up a leap on things... besides... it's gonna be hard to find the convoy... He's still pissed about that and he's ready to tear the fuckers apart... Especially to get what it was they were carrying, if they still have it... Two weeks... It may be too late, but, Tyrin'll find a fucking way to find them... if the military hadn't gotten to them first... That... would suck big ass balls...

Tex scratches the corner of his jaw and grins. "Okay.. ready?" and slips off the hood of the car, reaching down and with a grunt, picking up the bag off of the ground. Heavy shit..

"To Owen's we go!" he grins and opens the back, throwing the bag into it before he goes and slides into the front.

Tyrin nods softly and gets in the car, buckling up and looking over at Tex...

"Two weeks... You think we'll be about to catch those bitch made punks that fucked you over? Wait a minute... You had to have their sigs to get the job right? You still have it? I doubt they were smart enough to change it, since they thought they did you in and all... If we have to wait that long, That's the only way to get them bastards..."

Tex grins. "These guys were pros, but they aren't my kinda pro, ya know what I mean? Fuckers didn't want ta be caught. See? So shit yeah, Owen's on 'em right now. They're working on keeping themselves out of harm's way as best they can and keeping a close guard. Damn fuckers are limping along. But they'll be easy to catch up with, ya got me?"

He's grim as he turns on the car and revenge has it's hold upon his body and his mind. As warm as Tex can be, there's a cold, icy chilled side to him as well, and the murder of men is not out of the question in the least.

"Good, good... But damn... The hell are we gonna do for two weeks? Just watch the fuckers?"

Tex guns the car out of the garage and storms up the streets, as crazy in his driving a he is in his flying. His smile is tight-lipped and his eyes burn as he speaks over the pounding music which he shoves into the deck. "Yeah.. fucking jerks have to have something. I mean, never seen so much fire power just to take on one fucking ship. So I wonder if it's weaponry or some shit like that? You figure as much too, eh? It's fucking unbelievable. And the fact that they left me in the dust? I hope my blast hit them well enough to keep them fucking out of business for a while. Owen says they're looking hard for a good place to hole up, but it's hard when you're carrying something the military wants, ya know?"

Don't let it be said that Tyrin was a patient person... He's as restless as they come, especially when it comes to rippin' shit up... He sighs about that, not that he has much time to think on it because Tex is peeling out onto the street with a scream to his tires... SHIT! Oh yeah... As reckless with all his babies as he is in space... Tyrin just laughs at that and looks out the window, taking in the scenery around him... Living near a planet again... He's been living on rocks for so long he forgot what it was like to see two moons or two suns in a sky anymore... the drifter colony was always so dark... The electricity in those things were shit and it just wasn't the same...

"Hell yeah... I keep thinking about that shit... hey... You know we're getting ready for war, right? What if -they're- the reason?! What if they took some information about that moon? You know, that one the government wants a chunk of... Heavy, heavy, -heavy- shit we got on our hands, then..."

He says this in contemplation... he thinks a lot about things, but if the big guns are coming out of the woodwork after them, it's bigger than just illegal weapons... it has to be...

"Fuck... I could be wrong..."

Tex swerves a bit at the thought and rights his vehicle on the road once more with a "dammmmn" and a grimace. "That'd be heavy shit, man. But you know? It might be true. I dunno. We'll have to check into it, huh?" the car squeals around a corner and he straightens, almost going over the side a bit, calling it a wheelie or whatever you will. It's reckless driving. His back end fishtails some and he leaves some pretty black streaks on the pavement.

Tyrin would not say anything about Tex' driving, but this guy could make the strongest man shit his pants! Tyrin sits still as they speed toward Owen's place...

"Hell yeah... Maybe we'll be heroes and shit, huh?" Tyrin grins.

Owen's place isn't far and it's a shorter distance when you're going as fast as Tex drives. They come to a purring halt as soft as a baby's ass, and he turns off the engine and spins in his seat to stare at Tyrin. "Listen.. Owen's a good guy, but if this has anything to do with the military, I wanna keep it between us. He doesn't need to know no more than he already does. And believe me, he knows a fucking lot. I wanna save him as much pain as I can if something goes wrong, kay?"

Tyrin gets serious as the car stops and Tex speaks of Owen... Gods... That's a good friend for ya...

Tex claps his hand on Tyrin's shoulder and grins. "Let's go see our babies.." and opens the door of the car, letting it close. He waits on Tyr to catch up with him before he speaks the closing, lock sequence and mounts the steps to the warehouse/home of Owen.

"Yeah, I got it... That's cool of you..." Tyrin says with a nod and a smile at the clap against his skin, which immediately sends a rush of heat across that area... Luckily he brushes it off quickly as he gets out of the car, following behind Tex quietly for the time being, making sure not to pay much attention to the sequences and codes Tex puts in... Tyrin never felt right about knowing other people's pass codes and what not... Unless of course ya piss him off...

The inside is as cavernous as it's always been and Owen is nowhere in sight. Tex sighs as he looks over the mechs sitting there in the middle of the back room they've entered and sighs. "Damn baby.. you are a sight for sore eyes.." and with a smile, approaches his mech with love in every move. "Fuck it, you'n me.. we're too long apart, you big hard slut.." and he runs his hands over her side.

Never let it be said, as well, that Tex doesn't love his mech. He's in love with the metal and mechanisms, the weps and the nicks and scars. "What'dya leave this time, Owen?" he calls out as he grins as he looks over her, then chuckles as he finds a nice scar along her leading edge. "Very nice... very nice.." right along the thermal cannon, the one he used for that trick shot.

"Owen always leaves me some memory of the good fights.. " and there are plenty of small nicks here and there to remind him.

Tyrin walks into the huge hanger and looks for his own suit and heading for it without a word... He's never really had much to say to his own mech... But that doesn't mean he doesn't adore her as much as his partner does his own...

"Battle scars are always good... yeah, they are..."

He walks around his suit, running his fingers over cold metal... Gods... How alike Bitch and Tyrin are in so many ways... How much they fit together...

"No... Maybe not always... Not always..."

He says this more to his machine than anyone else...

"I thought you'd enjoy that.." comes the voice from the back corner. The warehouse is cavernous, large enough to fit four mech suits and all the things they'd need to fill them up with. Four stories high, cool because it costs a shit load to warm it up, and with the smell of mech and grease and plasma and a million other scents that belong to metal.

Owen stands up in the shadows and approaches them. He moves like a cat, his eyes pale and glittering. A slight man, broad in shoulders and thin in hips, he's made like an olden times rider. His pale blonde hair falls behind him, tucked into a loose braid. He's a beautiful man and there's a coldness that fills the air around him. He seems as mechanical as the mech suits he works on.

Still, that falls away when pressed against his smile. Owen smiling is something that most folks would pay a pretty penny to see. It spreads across his face and dispels all the danger, letting one see under the mask. Tex was a man who walked around looking like a cocky youngster without a clue, as dangerous as a child with a yo-yo, while Owen seemed the man who if he chose to make you a target, you'd best make your prayers and forget living; it was over.

The truth was, however, that they were the exact opposite of what they seemed. The joy in Tex was true enough, but it had a purpose, because he needed it to keep sane. It hid under it the cold, ruthless, remorseless murderer that he could be. Enough pay and he'd hunt his man down without considering the ramifications of one more death on his soul. Whereas Owen kept the chill about him because he was simply too innocent, too in love with life. And the only times he showed that truth in him was when he talked mechs, and when he smiled. Neither time could you imagine the guy killing a flea. Well, maybe a flea, he'd say, but flies were caught alive and put outside.

And somehow, the two had hooked up. Owen had been a two bit mechanic at the time, working on shuttles for a local taxiing company. And Tex had been looking to make his Suzanna something more than a cargo mech. And between their mutual love of mechs, they'd made a real history for themselves.

Tyrin was quite preoccupied with his own girl, looking at it...

'Just been me and you for so long, huh, girl? It's a big lonely universe out there...'

His thoughts being chopped to shreds as Owen... THE Owen... A quite beautiful Owen... But nothing like Tex... Yeah, Owen is really, -really- gorgeous... Quite a sex kitten... Beautiful... But Tyrin couldn't feel attraction there... Not like he felt it with Tex... But he certainly won't deny his prettiness...

Owen nods to Tyrin with that smile, only it grows wider. "Hey Tyr.. damn, you did some nice shit to Suzie Q," he laughs. "Never seen anything like it. I was hoping that you'd let me get a wrench inside of your girl.." its his way of asking, because he simply knows better than to muck with anyone's mech. And especially that of Tyrin. The guy looked like he could chew up bolts and shit them for breakfast. Despite knowing appearances were deceiving, he'd met the Bitch and seen the damage to Suzanna, so he knew enough that Tyrin was one badass.

Tyrin laughs softly as he looks up at Owen from where he stands...

"Well... Hey, thanks, man... Just shit I had laying around on D.I. Drifter colony... Acquired is the nice way of saying it... And as far as my Bitch? Yeah, go at her... Just be careful, please... I don't call her Bitch for nothing', ya know?"

Owen closes in on them and with arms outstretched, hugs Tex. "Dammit Tex... you gotta be more careful, k?" He grimaces. "If Tyrin hadn't been there, I'd be out of a job, you fucker.." and he parts enough to tousle Tex's hair.

"Sure sure, Momma Hen.." Tex laughs and pounds Owen's back, not ashamed at all of the display of affection. "But you seen the shot I squeezed off though, it sounds like.." he grins.

"Hell yeah.. the box had a lot to show and I'm amazed at what the Bitch can do.." he grins and lets Tex go before he holds out his hand in gratitude to Tyrin. "That was some fancy flying..." he laughs. It's a beautiful sound, there's no way around it. And Owen's eyes gleam with something gold inside as he takes Tyrin's hand, so very glad that it beams off of him. "I'd love to see any other ideas you have for modifications.."

Tyrin watches the two men talk and hug... It's endearing to have good friends that can stick it out together... He's a little jealous of it, but he keeps his mouth shut... And then Owen is talking about saving DS' ass, which is true, but hell yeah, Tex cracked some heads out there for real...

"Thank you..."

He says again before taking Owen's hand with a quiet nod and a smile... "No problem... Can't have you out of a job... And yeah, I do have some ideas about the cloaking systems on the suits... Tex said something about sigs for those too so we can easily flip in and out... Really give those fuckers out there something' to see..."

Tex leans against the thruster on Suzanna and crosses his arms over his chest. "Okay Owen.. stop hitting on the help.. " and laughs. "C'mon.. whatcha got for us?"

Owen turns and flashes his gorgeous grin. He's smaller than Tyrin and Tex, the three of them making a nice gradation scale, tallest, middle, small. Not that Owen is small, but against the two of them, he's managing to look like a pipsqueak, too slender and not broad enough anywhere but for his chest and only when he didn't have his shirt on. "Okay.. I'll show you guys. Lets go to the back room and you guys can pick what you want. You did the sig stuff I needed?" and at Tex's nod, smiles. "You shoulda been a hacker, Tex.. at least then no one would be shooting at you."

Tex laughs. "Yeah, but it'd not be as fun neither.. " and with a smile at Tyrin, claps his hand on his friend's shoulder as the two of them follow Owen toward the back.

Tyrin follows quietly behind Tex, since he doesn't exactly know his way around...

"I was also thinking of installing a beam cannon for Suzie... She'd be a fucking -demon- out there..."

Tex laughs then. "Shit.. you guys can do anything you want to her. Never let it be said I don't share my girl with m'friends ya know?" his smile huge as they enter a back office, computer upon computer, in a great network, a good amount of perhaps nine comps sitting about, each one humming, filling the office with warmth.

"And my second love.." he purrs as he goes toward the keyboard, one keyboard, nine screens.. some helluva multitasking shit going on. "Hello precious..." he pets the keyboard and looks with sharp eyes at the various screens. "Not bad.. I see we knocked off a few days worth. I have some ideas, got them while I was in, but I think I'll wait until the stakes aren't so high, ya know? Think it might cut us down to a week, maybe even five days if I can. And now.. where's our fuckers?" he looks around. "Damn whores.. I'm gonna so screw them until they can't sit straight for a week.." his face a cold mask.

Damn... Wow... Tyrin could see why Tex loved this room so damned much... Hell... he must have a damned super computer in this thing... The redhead stares at the screens, walking up to them, looking into them with some childish delight, but not touching them...

"I'mma be right there with ya, man... Ain't nothing' wrong with a good gangbang to make it hurt right..." He says just as coldly, crossing his arms.

Owen winces away from the violence. Then seeing not the same instinct in them to hide from such violence, smiles. "Well.. I think the beam cannon would be a good idea. I'd like to try some cloaking of sig stuff too, as well as a way to dissipate the ion signature of your path? There must be a way to do that and I've been working on it for six months now. Maybe you have some ideas.."

"Dude, if you can do that... I'll... fucking... I don't know but that would be too fucking awesome for words! DS, we could get away with that shit with no fuckin' problem! Definitely let me know when you come up with something'! Though, you'd probably want more than one sig... because you know ionic charges are different for each machine... Like mine has uranium all in it... Not to mention all the other shit... So if you could come up with a few variations of that sig, that would kiss so much ass... "

Tyrin nods with a big sated grin on his face... This is the good life for him... He's been on his own for so damned long and he's come up with so much on his own, he never really thought of... Talking it out with people that are just like him... It feels good to have someone to talk to now... It fuckin' feels great!

As they talk, Owen slinks across the floor and taps at a screen which flickers and then shows a picture of a small moon. "There.. the outward camera is showing Vega I-7.. not more than five sectors away. It's dead, but they can't go far, because you messed up their hyperdrive. They've made two calls, but neither went through, so I'm not sure who they're trying to contact yet."

Own points at the screen and Tyrin is all up in it...

"Vega I-7? Hmm..."

Oh yeah... -That- moon... Ah, yes... Vega is the closest moon to the Galdrium moon... Coincidence? Hell no it's not... He bites his tongue and keeps quiet for the time being as Owen coughs up some info...

'Good... Very, very good... So they're good and fucked for now... How long would it take to get their hyper drives back up? If they could fix them that is? I certainly don't want them getting away..."

Tex snorts. "Since I blasted a fucking hole in the shitter, I think they're gonna be there a while. They're working to fix it, Owen?" he looks at his friend.

The blonde smiles and shakes his head. "They're stuck at the moment. I've managed to scramble their transmissions but I'm not sure how long that will last. They might be there another week. Until then if you guys want, you can borrow .." he stops.

Tex blinks and grins. "Owen baby.. you're not about to offer us Hank, are you?" he reaches out and grabs Owen's arm. "Because you KNOW that would mean you're going to trust me not to bring him back in pieces,.."

Owen drags his arm back and laughs, rubbing it absently. "No.. I'm not going to let -you- touch him. But I figured on how I seen how Tyrin rides, that maybe he'd be kinder."

Tex laughs, "Holy SHIT! Owen, if I wasn't sure that I'd get decked, I'd fucking kiss you right now! Shit.. this is sweet! Holy shit.. Hank.." he looks at Tyrin and shakes his head. "Hank is a two seater.. one fucking fast mother fucker with hyper drive and everything else. He even has got a sig blocker, cause he's totally not on the up and up, ya know? He's so decked out Owen couldn't even pretend that he was legal.." he is laughing. "And Hank is Owen's baby... if I weren't so in love with Suzanna, I'd have stolen Hank off of Owen in a poker game years ago.." he smiles.

"Which means.." he leans forward with his eyes gleaming, "We get to go to the Vega moon... and pay those fuckers a call before our babies are all cleaned up and lookin' pretty for us."

"Hot damn!" It made Tyrin's nipples hard! He's heard so much about two seater mechs... But he's never seen one... Well, now...

His eyes brighten slightly and he smiles just as brightly, looking to Owen, "Damn, brah... I'm getting hard just thinking of it! Shit, when you wanna fly, DS? We can fuckin' go right now!" He looks over to Owen, leaning against the back of the chair the guy is sitting in.

"That is if he's all ready to go... So, he's fast, eh, DS? Maneuverable? What kinda weapons he got? Aw, man... I wanna see him!! I've always wanted to get inside a two seater! He all maxed out with everything?"

Like a big kid... This is the only real happiness he's ever known... Learning about mechs... Learning how to built them and fuck with them... Learning how they work and what's compatible for different ones... And now, he's getting to play in a big one now... Oh, hell yeah, Tyrin's fucking all in this!

Owen winces at the talk about him and frowns. "Now listen.."

Tex laughs, holding out his hand. "Easy Owenz-man.. Tyrin's not disrespecting your ride, baby.. He's just a lover of the ships too, you know that." He looks at Tyrin and laughs. "You'd think after knowing me for so long, he'd understand by now." He nods and laughs as Owen rolls his beautiful eyes and nods.

"Okay.. and yes.. he's damn fast.. he's got everything I can't put into Tex's baby, and he's gonna beat the pants off of anyone but maybe your Bitch in maneuverability, Tyrin.." his smile growing. He's as in love with his mech as they are theirs.

Tex watches Tyrin and Owen and his eyes gleam with something secret, something alive, some kind of energy that doesn't seem to come from anywhere in particular. His hands folded over his stomach he shrugs. "how about you show him your baby, Owen while I do some shit in here.." and he turns then, back to the computers..

Owen nods and grins. "Hell ya.." and then blushes at the words and jerks his head. "Cmon.. I'll introduce you to Hank."

He directs Tyrin out through the warehouse to the far corner where a curtain is hanging up from the four story ceiling. He goes to the edge and opens a small door, for the curtain is of thick, heavy fabric, almost as good as a wall. An iron bar stitched into it's bottom keeping it straight. "Okay.." and a soft whistle, a call almost.. and with a sudden switching of lights, a flooding of the space.

((Next: Meeting Hank and maybe discovering a thing or two about his new partner, Tex. Tyrin and Tex start considering how they'll attack the Vega 1-7 ship and exact their revenge.))