Neymi had been packing up her gear before they arrived at Horizon Station. Her engineering equipment had been scattered throughout the ship, but was almost all stashed away back onto her hovercart. Most if it only needed to be secured properly so it wouldn't fall of and blow up, something it was prone to do with how she had rigged it all. Neymi hadn't had time to fix up a third drone after her little session with Ke'sara, especially not when they went for a second round in the showers. The sex had left her in a good mood though, a rare thing with the easily angered hybrid. Whistling happily to herself while she secured the maglocks on the last crate, she frowned as Darion stormed onto loading dock.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"What the hell?"</span>Neymi exclaimed as she spied the pistol Darion was holding.<span style="color: blue">"Zecurity? What's going on? And for fuck's zake put that away!"</span>Neymi shoved at the gun in Darion's hands, staring the mercenary down.<span style="color: blue">"Horizon is the most heavily defended Alliance ztronghold in the entire galaxy. Loose a single bullet at zecurity here and we're never getting out of jail. Just... Let me do the talking, I can handle this." </span>The hybrid straightened herself. She was wearing the same eye-catching gear as before she started the mission. Including the longcoat.<br/><br/>Tying her hair into a ponytail, the hybrid continued talking.<span style="color: blue"> "Considering how you handled the queen, it's perhaps best I deal with figures of authority. Where is zhe anyway?"</span>Neymi asked while giving her drones a few instructions through her wrist-bound computer. The two orbs rising up from the hovercart and circling around Neymi slowly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>