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[moseyin]

What-? No, gimme that, I'm flying. [SHOVES]

[wingenvy]

[CLOUD WHAT THE FUCK, SHOVES BACK]

Hey, I'm flying already, I can do it! You're gonna make us crash.

[moseyin]

No I'm not, I'm the damn pilot! And I have more experience, hand it over- [WRESTLES WITH]

[wingenvy]

Dude, hands off! We're already moving! [WRESTLES BACK

there's a telltale crunch and a thud as the shuttle hits the bay wall.]

[moseyin]

[shit

Cloud relinquishes control immediately] Holy- Zack, look what you did.

[wingenvy]

[even Zack lets go. should probably have seen that coming...]

I think the word you're looking for is "we".

[moseyin]

No I'm a pilot, I don't crash stuff. [THAT IS A L I E]

[wingenvy]

You just grabbed the controls and crashed this! [ A FILTHY LIE]

[moseyin]

It was at least fifty-one percent your fault by grabbing back, so that's majority. Your fault.

[wingenvy]

[wingenvy]

[you know what]

Fine, if you're gonna be a baby about it, you can drive it.

[moseyin]

Thank you. [He'll take that, sure. Might still blame that dent on Zack thought.

Either way he's going to bring the shuttle around and lead it to one of the back docking areas on the waystation. At least there's enough space here for him to turn the shuttle around, nose-out for a speedy getaway.]

[wingenvy]

[and people say he's the childish one.

oh well, maybe he can use this time to relax a bit. Zack leans back in his chair, hands behind his head, and rests quietly for the first little bit of the flight, eyes closed. he's still restless, though, and whatever's bothering him still lingers, so before long he shifts again, twisting around to sit backwards on his chair, chin on the headrest.]

Looking for anything in particular?

[moseyin]

[Look...don't ask him why that was suddenly a big deal. He doesn't understand it himself, okay]

Scrap metal. Food or whatever too I guess; water, stuff for in case these assholes suddenly decide not to feed us for kicks. But metal for bigger and better swords, mostly.

[wingenvy]

That would be amazing. Nothing against the ones we have, they actually look super cool, just... I haven't used a sword that small since my training days.

[moseyin]

Man, tell me about it. I'm afraid to swing this thing around, I feel like it's gonna fly out of my hands. [HOW DOES HE EVEN USE IT??? you can't bludgeon someone to death with this thing]

[wingenvy]

Takes practice, switching from one to the other. It took me a few months to really get the hang of the Buster- every move feels different, even if it's the exact same one you're used to.

[moseyin]

It's too bad there's nowhere decent on the ships to practice with a sword. Even the gym is too small for really cutting loose... [....and abandoned waystation, though,]

[wingenvy]

We could probably break a few walls down on the Iskaulit, make a bigger space for it. It's got tons of empty rooms. Hmm...

[great minds think alike?]

...once we give the station a clean sweep, wanna go all out?

[moseyin]

[Taps his fingers on the controls.] I mean, it's abandoned, right? Whoever owned it is probably expecting it to get trashed.

[wingenvy]

Chances are high, yep. And it just so happens that we're armed...

[almost like he was hoping for this. conveniently.]

[moseyin]

Oh wow, look at that, we are. [HOPPING OUT OF THE SHUTTLE~

It's been a while since he's had a good fight that wasn't for the sake of saving the world! Even the battle arena with all of its handicaps hadn't proven to be much of a challenge toward the end of things.] Let's hurry up then, grab as much scrap metal and supplies as you can find. Whatever we can fit in the shuttle.

[wingenvy]

Sounds like a plan. Wanna meet up here later or stick together?

[if it's abandoned, it should be fine, but who even knows with this sort of thing. and he's used to working solo, but they don't have to.]

[moseyin]

Probably would go faster if we split up. [DON'T WANNA, THO.] But it's not like we're in a hurry, right? Not like we're on a deadline.

[wingenvy]

[YEAH HE DON'T WANNA EITHER, kinda regrets the words even as they leave his mouth, so he's honestly a little relieved when Cloud backs them up again. the whole point of dragging Cloud out of bed was so he wouldn't be miserably alone with his thoughts.]

No, sir. Okay, I'm thinkin'... north? I see some shiny-looking shops over there. Might be an electronics sector. Good for spare parts.