<em>"We need a plan."</em>Meg walked to the hangar bay, at a really fast pace, sometimes pushing away the slow walking aliens.<br/><em>"Yes, we do. But the first and top priority thing... Step zero, so to speak..."</em>Zal began her usual rant, letting Meg finish the sentence.<br/><em>"I know. Don't attract attention."</em>Meg let out a sigh and slowed down her walking. She got to the hangar's ID-check anyway. She gave her pass card she got here to the officer and after a brief moment, went further inside. Towards the shuttle.<br/><em>"Exactly. So now, after that is done, lets take one step at a time. First, we need to dock with their ship. The Condor."</em>Zal was unusually calm today, while most of the time it is Meg who keeps the "cool head".<br/><em>"Yes. You do that. You are the pilot."</em>Meg was obviously nerveous, even tripped on the ramp when she was getting inside the shuttle.<br/><em>"Meg, please. Calm down. And tell me, what is wrong..."</em>Zal asked in the same calm voice.<br/><em>"Ok..."</em>Meg sat down in the pilots seat and relaxed, but not yet giving control of the body to Zal.<em>"Before this, we didn't travel too far from Earth. So there were less alien species, less interaction with others, there were just two of us in our travels, no team... And there was no this... What do you call em?"</em><br/><em>"Legion."</em><br/><em>"Yes, the Legion. They remind me of something... Not quite pleasing from my past, ok?"</em><br/><em>"It will all be ok, Meg. I will protect you. Both of us."</em>Silent squishing sounds were heard as Meg's hands covered in that same fleshy material, forming into the clawed armor, same as in the cantina. The rest of Meg's body remained as is. Zal was now in control of hands and... Well, she hugged Meg... Uh, both of them, at the same time - Meg and herself.<br/><em>"Ok, let's go already. We can... Talk about this later."</em>Meg still sounded nerveous and overly active.<br/><em>"Meg, I know what you are talking about. Just like you know my fears and my past - I know your's. But yes, if you want to talk about it later - we will."</em>the outer side of Zal's armored hand touched Meg's cheek and rubbed it.<em>"We've been through a lot already and similar situations as well. And each time, one of us has problems... But that's why we have each other."</em><br/><em>"Yes... Thank you."</em>A small pause followed as both were sitting in total silence, Zal huging Meg with her alien hands. Well, with Meg's own hands, covered in alien flesh armor... So confusing...<br/><em>Now, lets not keep the team and hangar control waiting. Take the wheel, Zal."</em>Meg relaxed, letting Zal control the body now.<br/>Zal's fleshy armor went back under the jacket, returning hands to normal state.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"This is shuttle Talon, we are ready for transfer to the West harbor. Permission to take off?"</em>Zal asked in Mag's voice.<br/>"Permission granted. But be ready for a security scan upon leaving the station, as usual. Safe travels, Talon."  Answered the station control.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"Alright. Thank you."</em><br/><em>"A scan? You sure it's ok?"</em>Meg sounded worried.<br/><em>"Relax, Meg. Everything will be alright. Since we are on a shuttle, the scan is for the illegal goods, not a bioscan of the pilot or passangers. Besides - it's a diplomat shuttle, already forgot?"</em>Zal already took the shuttle up in the air and slowly followed the blinking light into the transfer tunnel. In just mere seconds they will be there.<br/><em>"Alright. Then be sure to land and dock us carefully though."</em><br/><em>"Its all automated, Meg... You definitely need to learn how to pilot, ok?"</em><br/><em>"Yeah... Some day."</em>Answered Mag, feeling how the docking clamps loudly knocked on the hull - shuttle Talon was now docked and prefectly fixed on top of the Condor, with easy access back and forth via a rather hatch - fit for people and medium sized cargo.