Thayer didn't have far to go to find the other new Terra Group recruit. Barely ten steps away from the storage room where he'd talked with Sylvana, he ran into the other agent. Literally.
The young man barrelled around a corner just as Thayer started around from the other direction. A small, black, furry creature darted out from behind a few boxes at the same time, tripping the young man that he sprawled across the floor, knocking down a crate which dropped dramatically on to his foot.
Wincing with pain he struggled to his feet, hopped around on his good leg, saw the cat and directed abuse at it, saw the man standing there and was about to start abusing him too, but then seeing that the man before him was obviously of a higher status he stopped, took a couple of breaths then saluted.
Sylvana appeared then, almost running into Thayer as she dashed to see what the crash was about. In stead of falling, or knocking him over, she grabbed onto his shoulders and steadied themselves. "Oops!"
"I swear we inherited some incredible ability of falling from our parents, or something," Arrek said.
Thayer glanced from one to the other of them in disbelief.
"Blame dad's side," she quipped going over, "You're favouring your ankle, bro."
"It could be broke, I ain't sure yet but it hurts like a m..." He caught his sister's glare and rephrased, "... very painful thing."
"Sit down," she pointed to the crate that'd fallen. "Let me look at it." She turned to see Thayer and smiled apologetically, "Meet my brother, Agent Arrek Lorrdain."
"Pleased to meet you," Arrek said, offering him his hand.
Thayer shook his hand cautiously. "Likewise. I should have known you were her brother when I nearly ran into you."
"Hereditary falling down... just I tend to break things... usually my own bones. Have a habit of running into important people," he smirked, "...literally."
"A peculiar habit."
"One that he overexaggerates, you're the only person I seem ever to have actually run into, Milord." Sylvana pushed Arrek to seated position and started inspecting his ankle.
Thayer watched closely as she worked, as his earlier view of her healing abilities had left him curious.
She hissed and shook her head as she gently pulled off his boot to check over the ankle. It was already bruising and the bone seemed out of joint. "Grit your teeth, Arrek," she instructed, "This'll hurt like Kessel."
Grabbing the sides of the crate he bit down and tensed his body as he prepared for the pain to come. Gently, she manipulated the ankle back into place, but to him it was not so gentle. He hissed and swore under his breath, "Pass me a cigarette."
"No."
"Please!" he asked with a blood curdling desperation in his voice.
"You want to gas out the monarch?" she chided. "Close your eyes."
He closed them, making sure his face wore a surly expression.
She bit her lip, looked over her shoulder at Thayer, then back toward the cockpit. When she knew that Sci wouldn't be coming her way, she closed her eyes and concentrated.
She put her hands on either side of her brother's ankle, not quite touching, and a light blue glow emanated between them, bathing the ankle in moonlight.
Arrek settled back as warmth spread from his toes up to his knee and slowly began to relax the damaged joint. After a few moments, he felt his sister pat his knee.
"Alright. Now, how did you manage to break your ankle this time, hmm?"
"Something black and fuzzy ran out in front of me," he tried to sulk while looking wonderingly at his foot while he rotated his ankle painlessly in its joint.
She raised her eyebrows and, leaving the monarch and her brother to themselves, started looking around. There. In the corner. She half smiled and crouched down, mewing at the creature. A moment later, a small, black, three legged cat darted out to her. She caught it up in her arms and started to pet it. "Where'd you come from, lovie?" she asked the feline as she scratched her between the ears.
Thayer blinked in astonishment, "That's Rogue!"
"Rogue?" both siblings turned a curious gaze upon him.
"Yes. Lieutenant Cochran," the name held no little malice in the telling, "It's his cat."
"Poor thing, must have wandered up here at the wrong time," Sylvana cooed at the cat. "Come with me, I'll find you some eatings," she spoke softly to Rogue as she wandered to the galley to find something quick before going back to hide in the supply room.
Arrek looked after her a moment before looking from his ankle back to Thayer, "What'd she do?"
"Do?"
"To my ankle. What'd she do? It doesn't hurt anymore."
Thayer thought for a moment, then decided it would be best to keep her secret for now. "She set it," he shrugged.
Arrek frowned, "I know she did that." He sighed, "Nevermind. So you're Lord Atner?"
Thayer nodded, too preoccupied to protest the title.
"Again, nice to meet you. But please excuse me, if I don't get to the 'fresher soon, I'm going to explode!" With that, the young man jumped up and darted past Thayer, amazingly not falling.
With a bemused expression, Thayer decided it might be best, after all, to head back up to the cockpit for the duration.