Tyrius felt his Gelgoog R lurch forward under the direction of another. His hands hadn't left his helmet, grasping at his head as if that would somehow change what had happened, the reaction he'd felt, the course of action he'd taken as a result, there was no going back now. "...That woman...How..." He muttered to himself, still playing the events over and over in his mind. Somehow that woman, Marya Jaegyn had breached his comm unit and spoke to him? No, that wasn't it at all. Something else had happened, he felt a strange sense of worry and guilt in the immediate aftermath and the loss of life. The feelings of sorrow and guilt were not his own, at least he didn't believe they were. "What the hell is happening..." The whole of space seemed to be swirling and he felt a strange tension in the air, perhaps it was just his nerves about returning to the ship. Captain Jaryk would not be pleased with him and he knew it.<br/><br/>His thirst for revenge of some form created a scenario wherein the only option had been extermination of their opposition, a tactic he knew that the Captain had not wanted to utilize, there would likely be no staying of the Captain's hand upon his return. He allowed his Gelgoog to be dragged listlessly back to the Abyssal Fury, contemplating his fate silently, too wracked with so many conflicting emotions to try and plead his case to Romav who was dutifully following the Captain's orders.<br/>----------------<br/><br/>As the mobile suits landed on the mobile suit deck Jaryk was there to greet them, barking orders as there Rick Dom units returned with what appeared to be fully operational GM Quels, a GM Cannon and a modified HiZack, that had been retrofitted to utilize a GM Cannon's shoulder cannon.<br/><br/>"Get a technician to work on those Federation mobile suits, make sure they're not encoded or booby trapped before you attempt to open up the cockpits! Once they're secured repaint them to suit our needs, I won't have them launch in those colors, understood?!" The Captain was marching with an uneven hitch in his step as he walked, his prosthetic leg however was not slowing him down. The man was bristling with anger and frustration. At the sight of the Gelgoog R he shook his head, noting the damage done to the right leg, riddled with pock marks from beam blasts that didn't connect directly and then there was the leg itself, gone below the shin, and above that the plating was torn to bits exposing the inner frame of the mobile suit. The repairs necessary to the unit alone would have been enough to cause him to be more than annoyed, but to compound matters the price that had been paid was unnecessary. Garrou had willingly brought a match into a stockhouse filled with kerosene.<br/><br/>The Captain clenched his fists as the Gelgoog R came to a halt, held up by mechanical arm restraints that latched onto the mobile suit around the waist and shoulders, useful features to keep the mobile suits in place during transport, particularly in gravity. But now they were tasked with the additional need of holding the unit up as it no longer had a right leg to place weight on. Jaryk took the mechanical lift up to the cockpit with two ship commandos, both with their pistols drawn in case Garrou resisted in any way. When the cockpit opened however Jaryk was brought back nearly 5 years, his mind leapt back in time and he was once again staring at Tyrius Garrou, so strained and distraught that he could do nothing but repeat himself.<br/><br/>Garrou looked up at him, their eyes locked, tears streamed down Garrou's face, "...I....I tried to save them...I couldn't get to them. Every last one of them...The Feddies deserved this, they deserved this, but...those people..." His breathing was strained as he held his head and seemed to grasp at his chest, drawing the attention of the Zeon commandos who quickly took aim at him, readying their pistols. Jaryk raised his right hand, signalling them to hold their fire, "At ease...Ensign Garrou is in no state to cause harm to anyone but himself." As if to confirm that statement, Tyrius clenched at his own pilot suit, clawing at his chest, gripping the collar of his pilot suit "...I can still feel it...Why won't this pain go away Captain? I can't make it go away..." Jaryk's mind was cast back to that fateful day at A Baoa Qu where he first met Tyrius Garrou. He had sensed something then about the boy, but somehow he hadn't fully realized what should have been so obvious to him. Tyrius Garrou, while not particularly powerful was a NewType. His mind cast back to the designation Garrou had claimed when he had made his announcement in a bid to procure the enemy mobile suits. "The 117th...a NewType development division. Garrou, when you said you tried to save them, you meant your squadmates from the 117th didn't you?" Jaryk spoke as if he was talking to a child, careful with his words, but not forgiving. Tyrius could only nod somberly. With a flick of his hand Jaryk's body guards left, heading back down the scaffolding. "Tyrius," Jaryk spoke with a paternal tone, "I'm sorry I didn't realize this sooner, but when you were at A Baoa Qu, you felt your friends didn't you? I mean, when you were all fighting, you could sense each other and then you couldn't when they were gone." Tyrius looked up, the familiar rage was present, but accompanied by a great deal of sorrow, tears flowed from the young man's eyes. "Yes," he removed his helmet to reveal his saddened features, "I felt everyone of them, their fires burning bright, my friends, all of us, we were like a family, we didn't have anyone else to think of as family at that point. We were all bonded closely, and I felt each one of them burn out, extinguished in space, I will never forget that void. I just wanted them to feel that void, and now I have and it just weighs more on me!" he slammed his fist into the cockpit HUD, he retracted his hand, bleeding, leaving a smattering of blood on the now cracked screen.<br/><br/>Jaryk nodded and looked at Tyrius "Yes, we all live with our choices. You violated my orders, but we were able to net 6 mobile suits out of the engagement. Tyrius, as much as you let your anger and drive for revenge guide you, you weren't completely wrong. They must pay a penalty, but we must excise that penalty from the Federation and the Titans, not from the people who have no choice but to serve them. Your actions are partly my fault, I should have forseen how you might have reacted to a situation like that." Jaryk did not want to completely tip his hand to the Ensign but continued, "I knew there was something that I sensed in you, it is a shared sense of loss. That sense of loss permeates just about every crew member on this ship and taking part in this operation. You're not alone, and you cannot act unilaterally again. As it stands, you shall serve 10 days in the brig. It is an abbreviated sentence, but do not mistake it as charity on my part. I need all of my mobile suit pilots operational. Also, you are hereby demoted to Lance Corporal."<br/><br/>Jaryk then called to the bridge "Bridge, set a course for Solomon. Stick as close to the debris fields as we can, we're going to rendezvous with the Zanzibar in 10 days."<br/>-----------------------<br/>Romav: Jaryk asks you "Do you think I was too lenient on him?" After revealing Garrou's sentence to him. Knowing that Romav is an ace pilot, Jaryk can't help but ask the veteran pilot "Did you sense anything while you were out there?" What are your thoughts on Garrou's action, how do you react to the Captain's questions. IF you voice your opinions to the Captain he may very well take your opinions into account as he holds your word in high esteem.<br/><br/>Garrou: You're in the brig. Not much to do for you for a bit.