His eyebrows squished together in concern as he watched Dallas try and dismiss the clear damage that was done to his head, almost streaming blood down his face. Flux was about to lean forwards and offer some strip of clothing to help staunch the bleeding when he heard a very distinctive cough.

Whipping himself around, he met the familiar form of Quill, his shoulders snapped up to his ears and he made sure his back was straight. Well this looked rather embarrassing, anyone else and it would have been fine, but the captain?

“I think..” His words died out as Quill secured himself around Dallas and began to drag him away, headed to the medical bay. Flux was left standing in the walkway, blinking like a lemon. His head turned to look up and down the hallway, bewildered in the minute of chaos he had just endured. It was always like this on the damn ship, peaceful then ruined by a sudden raucous event.

With a groan, Flux pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his eyes closed. He needed a coffee. His feet dragged along the floor as he pulled himself closer to the engine bay, eyes still wrinkled with vague disgruntlement.

His torso curved around the corner and his eyes landed on Yutaka, his shoulders lifted and his steps quickened in surprise to see him so quickly. Rushing his way over, he raised a hand to gain the other man’s attention.

“Yutaka, hol’ up!” His voice was only raised marginally louder. Flux’s other hand pushed into his back pocket to fish out the crumpled and stained paper.

Mylo was no stranger to pain, but that didn't make the sharp sting in his ribs hurt any less. Every movement of his torso felt like he was being stabbed, but a small twitch of his nose was the only outward reaction he'd give anyone the satisfaction of witnessing.

"Vas, with how many times I've ended up here, I think being shirtless is the least embarassing thing you've seen."

He steeled his jaw and reached up to undo the strings at the neck of his shirt, frustrated at the way his body protested. He could swear that getting stabbed decidedly hurt less than this, damn dragon. Once he had gotten the knot undone, he slid his left arm out first, his good side. Now for the hard part, the other side. He let out a slow, measured breath through his nose as he shifted to lift his arm just enough to ease the sleeve down.

With both arms free, Mylo leaned forward, letting the shirt slide down his back and off his head. This was probably the least efficiant way to remove a shirt he had ever witnessed let alone done. And it annoyed him, it took forever and such a simple act hurt like nobody's buisness, but Mylo just took it in stride. Nothing more than a small flinch throughout the act, it may not have been the most dignifying thing, but at least no one but Vas was there to see it. He grabbed the shirt before standing back up and carefully rolling his shoulders.

At the sound of Quill's voice, Mylo fought the urge to roll his eyes, wondering injury his friend managed to obtain this time. He turned his head before noticing Dally. "Quill, my dear, dear friend." He said, once the captain had finished talking, "I would rather get impailed by Urchin then ever let you treat me. Because I'm sure you would only make it worse." He gave a smile that didn't quite reach his tired eyes before turning his attention to the man on the floor. "And Dallas, if I'm being forced to sit on this cold ass table, shirtless, then you can get a little gash looked at. So get your ass off the floor, suck it up, and get over here before I give you a reason to want to run."

Either luckily or unluckily, depending on one's point of view, Quillus Xandire was not in the medical wing because he, himself, was injured. Physically. But Vas vaguely knew the Captain's mind and the thick walls he had around it.

"Dear medic," Quill's voice was thick with amusement as he leaned against the doorway. "I'm not here for me. Not at all, I was walking around and found poor Dallas right there with a nasty gash on his head. He was going to try and follow Flux around! With a cut like that? Nah..."

His gaze traveled to Mylo, a touch of emotion crossing his face briefly. He crossed the room about the time that Urchin moved and sat down beside him. His gaze focused on Urchin, mostly thoughtful. What an absolutely intricate being that one was.

How strange. Her venom ranged from several things and the spines--well, the only real effect they had on him now was a mild local-paralytic. But he wasn't going to test his luck by trying to slip between her and the door. So he was there.

Tiamat never strayed far from this ship, they had annoying people running around it all the time but she cared very little for them. It was the wriggling forms of dragons on it that caught her attention, a flash of shiny scales from the corner of her eye when she had been passing by. Taking a closer look, a dark blob was roaming around the deck, big spikes coming up from most of its body and Tiamat couldn’t help the excitement.

She was strewn with barbs and spikes as well, the flesh strong enough to kill most who tried to gouge into her, dragon and human alike. It was the first time she had seen another dragon with as many, if not more, spines than she had.

Now, she was perched at the very top of the ship, her head cocked to one side as she stared down at the world below. Her tail hung below her, swaying lightly, creamy scales melted with maroon red and reflected the starlight. Most of the time she would sit up there until someone shooed her away or that spikey dragon came into view.

For the time being, there were only annoying humans walking around like ants, no one to pique her interest. She watched either way, slightly more interesting than staring off into the endless night of space. Her hind legs clung to the mast, the claws in the bend of her wing gripping just as tightly. Sometimes only have two back legs to grab things with was rather cumbersome.

Yutaka was... being an engineer, thinking engineer-y things that apparently seemed to make sense to him when he heard his name mentioned.

He turned, and there seemed to be Flux. "Flux!" he called out, approaching the man, a slight smile on the corners of his mouth. "Is there something that needs to be done?"

That was Yutaka's first thought - usually when people approached him, it was because something was broken and needed to be fixed.

To be fair, considering the daily activities of most of the crewmates it was a wonder they had broken as few things as they honestly had. Breaking things was easy, and once it as broken it was his job to fix. At least they didn't go around breaking things on purpouse.

At least, he didn't think so. And as he approached the man, with a large black blot still on his shirt that he'd really need to get off of him eventually, he wondered what it was about.

His stomach gurgled slightly and he wondered when was the last time he'd eaten. Maybe... sometime last night? He'd been tottering away at the engine for quite a bit before isolating the condensate coherence regulator and identifying the alternate supplementary conic equilibrium stabilizer that needed to be replaced.

Well, it wasn't important. There was always the sandwich that he'd been given lying on the counter somewhere.

Flux de Angelis | Cook/Inventor | Mentions: Yutaka (dir.) Vasilios (indir.) [answering that prayer sent in the dicussion for mentions lol]

As Yutaka turned around to see him, Flux began beaming with a wide grin and made his advance even quicker. Scrambling to take the paper out from his back pocket, unravelling it in all its messy glory and thrusting it towards the other man.

“I tried tweaking those equations and all that from the other night, for that arm I was trying to make. Or well, upgrade, or whatever you want to call it.” His eyes moved fast over his own work and then snapped up to look at Yutaka expectantly.

“What do you think of it? I’m always bad with the math-y part.” He shook the paper a little before handing it off to Yutaka, in his shoes he was fidgeting his toes around excitedly.

Flux was always working on something, even if it was as simple as upgrading the stove or as complex as building a mechanical heart, he was always meddling away after hours in his quarters. He was sure it was annoying to others in his vicinity, hearing him mumble jargon all throughout the night, but no one had said anything about it yet.

Currently, he was trying to figure out a way to insert the latest biometrics into Vasilios arms, it sounded simple when he had first started. He had picked up the hardware from their last route and well, he still hadn’t figured out how to make it work properly. Slightly embarrassing, but he never claimed to be the smartest man alive.