After all the combat finally ceased and only the moans of pain left from the surviving bandits, Zal put her guns back into holsters under armor. The wind barrier instantly disappeared, throwing away some dust and trash that gathered around it due to air currents and vortexes.<br/><em>"That was a little bit different from what I had in mind..."</em>Said Zal, exmanining the whole room. She didn't have the need to look around, so from the outside she was staring right at the Nero and Crash. Her beak-like "helmet" facing right at them.<br/><em>"Same here. But, I guess this will have to do."</em>Meg answered and let out a heavy sigh.<br/><em>"Time to switch places again then. The authorities will come soon..."</em>Zal started the sentence, but Meg finished it for her:<br/><em>"...And we don't want to get caught. Who knows if they are hunting us down or not."</em><br/>Zal walked over closer to the group. She kind of ignored question asked by Crash, neither did she say anything while Nero was talking. She didn't want to interrupt him. His voice was soothing. Meg didn't interfere either, even though her opinion on both men was slightly different.<br/><br/>Just moments before the "authorities" entered the cantina, Zal gave full control of the body back to Meg. The metalic-looking armor instantly turned into fleshy moist substance and started quickly crawling from all over Meg's body to somewhere on her back, under the jacket. In a few seconds, all of it was gone, like nothing was even there. And without leaving any stains or anything like flesh usually should. She just fixed her hair as it seemed to be the only thing that kind of "messed up" because of this transformation. Since Meg was in control, her eyes were normal, human.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"You are absolutely right. Now is not the time"</em>She nod at the doors as they opened up with the soldiers barging in.<br/>The rest of the situation, Meg remained absolutely silent, not to attract attention. Only when Nero finally introduced her to the captain, she smiled a bit.<br/><em>"Just look at his stupid facial hair..."</em>Zal let out silent laugh, but in a second or two stopped herself.<br/><em>"I know, right?"</em>Meg barely held back a slight snicker by pressing her lips a bit tighter.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"Nice to meet you too."</em>She answered to Dirk and looked at Crash. Even though his overly-active nature was a bit of annoying, he was indeed saying the right things now.<br/><em>"Finally, something clever out of this loudmouth."</em>Zal yawned - obviously as a show-off, not because she was sleepy or anything.<br/><br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"West harbor, you say? Well, my shuttle is on the south side, so I will need to go get it to dock with... What was your ship called..?"</em>Meg "answered" Nero's question about getting out of here already.<br/><em>"Steel Condor, you silly..."</em>Zal helped a little bit. And without letting anyone answer, Meg continued:<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"Ah, Steel Condor... Right. I guess we will talk later, when we are out of here... See you soon then."</em><br/><br/>And they left the "crime scene" at last.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC note to readers</div><div class="spoiler_body">The thing with this post being kind of "rushed"... Is because of how we(both me and Emperor) kind of put ourselves in a bit of a difficult position. Both he and I made huge posts that encorporate A TONN of action. And as a result - a tonn of TIME passes in our posts. So trying to kind of make it look normal and work together is a bit difficult. From this point, the posts will be kind of shorter, simplier. And this post is just a way to finally move on from this difficult situation, change place and time. Finally start with a slightly new style.<br/></div></div>