It felt almost like being back at the beginning of what he could only call quite a trip, with the ship as big and empty as it was now, silent without everyone. Without Kaliyo, mostly, as she'd been louder than anyone else, and at any hour, as well. It was a miracle that any of them had gotten any sleep with her aboard. When she'd left, she'd said she'd be back eventually.
"Just you and the bug boy? You're gonna go crazy, agent, and I'm not entirely convinced you're not halfway there already."
He'd told her that she in fact did not need to ever come back and that she would not be missed. Aden didn't regret those bitter words upon parting ways, nor did he regret threatening to flush her out of an airlock, should she inconvenience him from ever so far away. He certainly had the connections to be able to make that promise.
The silence was something that needed adjusting to, but his blood pressure was rather grateful for it.
Work was never done, of course. Disconnected as they were from the Empire's intelligence operations, there were still certain requirements that needed to be met. That had been the deal, and a little work for a lot of peace and quiet was more than a good enough deal for him.
He was coming out of one such period of a little work, having locked himself away in the Phantom's conference room for quite a few hours chasing leads over the holonet.
The realization that getting up to stretch his legs would be a good idea only popped into his mind when he realized that his eyes were hurting from the intense focus.
Vector's presence had him startling ever so slightly when he stepped out, breath hitching briefly, before he sighed, and smiled- a small smile as per usual, but a smile none-the-less. He was glad that Vector had chosen to stay. His company was ever soothing, and despite being used to being alone, he was happy that Vector was there. With him.
"You don't seem to be entirely focused on your reading, Vector. Anything in particular on your mind?"
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"Just you and the bug boy? You're gonna go crazy, agent, and I'm not entirely convinced you're not halfway there already."
He'd told her that she in fact did not need to ever come back and that she would not be missed. Aden didn't regret those bitter words upon parting ways, nor did he regret threatening to flush her out of an airlock, should she inconvenience him from ever so far away. He certainly had the connections to be able to make that promise.
The silence was something that needed adjusting to, but his blood pressure was rather grateful for it.
Work was never done, of course. Disconnected as they were from the Empire's intelligence operations, there were still certain requirements that needed to be met. That had been the deal, and a little work for a lot of peace and quiet was more than a good enough deal for him.
He was coming out of one such period of a little work, having locked himself away in the Phantom's conference room for quite a few hours chasing leads over the holonet.
The realization that getting up to stretch his legs would be a good idea only popped into his mind when he realized that his eyes were hurting from the intense focus.
Vector's presence had him startling ever so slightly when he stepped out, breath hitching briefly, before he sighed, and smiled- a small smile as per usual, but a smile none-the-less. He was glad that Vector had chosen to stay. His company was ever soothing, and despite being used to being alone, he was happy that Vector was there. With him.
"You don't seem to be entirely focused on your reading, Vector. Anything in particular on your mind?"