Con Air: In Space

[Spectre of the Fade]

The scowl on Malcolm's face darkened as Angel continued his...well, whining. It was a bite. From a bug. Hardly worth the time required to stop the bleeding, and definitely not worth all the fuss. He was shaking his head as he opened the medical kit, and was surprised to find it was fairly up to date. Bandages aplenty, a tool for cauterization, antiseptics, even a tube of gel to seal up minor injuries, among other useful items. After removing a wad of bandages and the tube of gel, Malcolm dropped to his knees beside Angel and carefully cleaned then dressed the bite on the engineer's hand. He did so with the quick, efficient movements of someone well used to the task.

"If something bites you and you die, it is venomous," Malcolm informed Angel as he worked, partially because he wanted to explain Angel's error and partially out of hope the guy wouldn't interrupt him to whine more. "If you bite something and you die, it is poisonous. I have survived this long because I am clever and a very good actor-" -and he tended to remove threats before they got an opportunity to kill him- "-while you seem to be little beyond technically gifted and lucky. Don't fuck with the bandage. Try to keep it clean," he added once finished with his task, replacing the tools and getting back to his feet without further ado. He settled back in the pilot's chair with a huff, resuming whatever he was doing with the shuttle's comm system.

"Rok Ma?" he asked after finally getting the fucking thing onto the frequency he used on his ship. They were close enough to the station that his second should be able to receive the communication, hopefully. Malcolm wasn't planning on staying on Pinnacle, not with the seriousness of the act he'd just committed. "This is Malcolm. Job is done. I'm on my way back, and a quick exit would be in our interest."

 

[King]

Angel mocked Malcolm's voice before slumping against the wall in a huff. He kept his bandaged arm against his chest and he sat in a sulk. He wanted to go through more boxes but didn't exactly want anything else venomous, or poisonous jumping out on him again. And he certainly didn't feel like communicating with his annoying convict. How did he manage to get stuck here?

The desolated planet was far from where Rok Ma wanted to be. The crew had been waiting around the empty planet for Malcolm to appear before they got into their actual ship and back to their claimed planet. He hadn't heard from Malcolm, Rok was checking the time constantly. He should be here. The Judoon stood on the dusty planet, its oil drills old and broken. He watched the sky through his helmet until somebody shouted him from the ship.

"Rok Ma! Malcolm!" A young female human shouted from the ship. Rok turned around and stamped over quickly. He was lucky he could understand human English, because most of his crew spoke it. When he spoke, his intercom translated it for him. "Malcolm, our coordinates are 31.23, 53.83, come and land then we shall be on our way." He spoke into the mic before removing his helmet. The Judoon kept it on as much as he could, but it was nice to breathe the ship air, "Did you have an easy escape?" Rok was much more human-like now, after spending time with his crew, the ex-captain learnt to relax himself.​