In a Scrap

[Katan]

When the ship came near the scrap area, Kip left the ship on auto-pilot for a moment.

"Everyone get suited up for EV. The scrapyard's in dangerous waters and you're going to be picking things out anyway in space." He said as he walked back towards the EV cabinents.

"...what." Alessa said, face pale. "Oh no. I'm not going out into that nonsensical black."

Katan smirked. "Well dear, that means I'll just have to pick out all the parts myself."

Alessa punched him in the arm hard enough to bruise. "No way am I letting you screw up the order." She sighed. "The things I do for scrap."

In very little time, Katan, Kip, and Alessa were changed into sleek, very light and flexible EV suits. In the time it took them to suit up, they had reached the scrapyard.

Ahead was a very large asteroid, crashed into which were a pair ships that seemed to have made impact mid-dogfight. In orbit around the scrapyard, and some on the asteroid themselves, were dozens, maybe even hundreds, of mobile suits in various states of disrepair.

[Kip]

“Welcome to Site X. I'm the only member of the Guild who knows about this place. And I'd like to keep it that way. You two are free to cram as much as you can take into the cargo bay. I have two Bubble Pods you can use for the bulkier stuff. Hachi can get them ready for you.”

He grabbed Zero as he headed for the Air Lock.

“If you need me, have Hachi send a message to Zero. I'll be on the bridge of that OZ ship. I need some communications equipment for the Colony.”

He waved to them, before he left himself out of the Lock, leaving them to themselves.

[Alessa]

Alessa turned to stare at this 'Hachi' that was left with them. She didn't like the idea of being watched...especially by a machine. And for all she knew this Kip guy could turn them in at any moment. She hated not knowing where people's loyalties laid. "Well no better time than now." She mumbled the words to herself as she headed towards the airlock.

"I think I'm going to be sick.." Alessa kept thinking to herself the longer she was stuck out in the endless expanse of space. She couldn't help it. Space was not her friend. Of course she was too stubborn to let Katan get what she needed. After all what if he didn't get the right grade of metal? What if he got the right grade but the wrong part? They were close but they were far from able to read each other's minds.

The ex-gundam pilot floated along through the space and debris of the asteroid looking for anything that could be useful. Part of her just wished she could ship the whole thing down to earth and then she could sift through it and sort it. But she doubted their new 'friend' would allow such a thing. She kept her eye on him now and then, still not quite trusting someone that worked so closely with OZ. The last thing they needed was to put everyone back on the earth sphere in danger.

"Okay, concentrate Al." Alessa spoke to herself as she tried to ignore the way things floated around her as she began to sift through debris. "We need something durable for the casing of the generator. Some wires and connectors. Maybe if I can find enough we could get the generator down far enough that OZ can't detect it." Finally she was able to calm down a little, burying herself in work always did the trick. Especially when it got her to talking to herself.