Screeching metal on metal ground into Jared's head as came to a grinding halt from its emergency landing, the crash netting cradled his mech as he cradled his throbbing head. It was a miracle the mech had lasted to this unsavory end, with more pieces missing than he dared guess, but at last it was over. He sat in the cockpit taking deep breathes to calm his body and try to ease his headache while the emergency crews and engineers set about getting him out of the mass of twisted metal, only to have to pain grow in his head. When the hatched was finally popped, Jared was in anything but a good mood.<br/><br/>“Captain wants to all pilots to report to her ready room,” One repair technician informed Jared as he started to walk away.<br/><br/>He whipped around and practically snarled at the poor technician,“NO FUCKING SHIT!” A menacing animal-like growl working its way into his voice when he snapped and his eyes showed a vicious predatory yellow in them. He growled at the man for a second longer before snatching some painkillers out of a medpack and storming out of the hangar.<br/><br/>By the time he made it to the captain's ready room, Jared had calmed down significantly though still fairly tense with a throbbing migraine. He did not have his helmet, though he had left the hangar with it still on, having discarded it... somewhere, he couldn't quite remember where. There were all ready several pills missing from the bottle of painkillers and as soon as he got the formalities out of the way he popped a few more.<br/><br/>He took a seat and set the bottle out in case the others needed some... and partially to keep himself from taking more. Of course, Angela was not allowing this to be a simple debrief and decided to blow up at that moment. Jared could understand why she was doing it, Dren being the second male she has lost in this war, but at the moment he could not give a rat's ass... still he restrained himself from leaping up and socking her one. He was all ready on thin ice after their last fight and breaking out into another in the Captain's ready room would be far worse.<br/><br/>Despite this, Jared face was scrunched up in restrained frustration as he pinched the bridge of his nose to focus on keeping himself calm. It worked to a degree... though he did not realize or even notice when an angry animal growl started to emanate from his throat. He was about 2 seconds away from blowing up at his superior again unless something changed real soon... and then Edwin started ranting.<br/><br/>Jared couldn't take it anymore, Angela started getting in Edwin's face over what was said when he snapped. “SHUT UP!!!” He roared almost incomprehensibly as the animal blurred with the human voice. A gentle rattle announced the fall of the pain pills as the rounding bang on the table went away though the arm shaped mold of where Jared hit remained. His eyes lifted up and glared at them with deadly gold burning in them as the next few words came out in growls of murderous intent rather than angry vent, “I don't care your reasons and I don't care your pain. Just. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Jared's body was tense and ready to leap out of his seat to kill the next person who started arguing or yelling. He did not care that the captain was sitting just s few feet away anymore, he wanted quiet or he wanted blood.<br/><br/>He bared his teeth slightly and growled low in challenge... oddly his canines look a bit longer and sharper but that could not be the case. The only indication of Jared's modifications were his eyes otherwise he was normal looking... that couldn't be right.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Jon took a deep breathe before letting out a exhalation of relief that the plan had worked though it had cost them. He looks over at Rega who slowly seemed to break down at the loss of her... friend? Brother? Boyfriend? He did not know her connection to him other than being of the same species but his sacrifice seemed to hit her hard. He was not sure if he should be surprised or not her human-like reaction to the loss, but maybe dealing with loss was similar despite their difference in race and culture.<br/><br/>With this in mind, he walked over to her and knelt enough to be eye level with here in her curled up state, “I'm sorry,” was all he said at first just letting his sympathy and sincerity reach out to her in his voice and eyes. It was a long moment before he sighed and took a seat on the floor by her captain's chair, resting his back against it with enough room to be close but not to touch her unless she wanted it. “I know how you feel... I've lost a lot of people such as the ship whose wreckage you probably found me in. Welcome to the fucking war.” He spat that last line out with venom before going back to a solemn tone and nodding to the Elyandra. “That is my home... or rather I think of her as it but I doubt it will feel the same. I had to leave someone on there a long time ago... She was a pilot.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Though I did not see her mech and I don't think she would be caught dead in one of those rust buckets I saw out there.</span>” He thought to himself but did his best to keep it out of his body language. He forced a small sympathetic smile on his face and looked up to Rega, “Your man gave hope back to the people of that ship and with it another spark of hope to my dying species... and you both gave me at least a chance to see her again.”<br/><br/>Jon goes quiet for a a bit before standing back up and offering his hand to Rega. “I'm sure the captain of the Elyandra would like to talk to you have all that has happened... and staring at a screen is not going to help bring your friend back. I'm sure there are people on the Elyandra who miss him as well, better to share in the mourning than to suffer alone.”