Sil was in the bar with Swinn, drinking a blood melograna. Swinn had since finished his job and offered to meet up with Sil to talk about the events of yesterday.
"Has she recovered?" Swinn asked.
"She's still unconscious, even now as we speak," Sil said as he took a sip.
"Aren't you worried about her escaping?"
"I'm not an idiot," Sil replied, "She may be strong, but I'm even stronger. It's why I have a clone keeping watch on her right now. The most she's done is shift a little."
Swinn lightly smacked his head, "I should've remembered, you have that trick in your wings."
Sil scrunched his brows, "I don't have wings."
That was when he realized that it wasn't just Swinn who had short sleeves, but that all of the Chiropterans he had seen so far had similarly short sleeves as well.
"Nevermind— you meant it as a phrase," Sil quickly spoke, raising his hands, "But she does seem to be recovering, which isn't exactly good news."
"How so? Why shouldn't that be good?" Swinn slightly tilted his head.
Sil then looked off to the distance, seemingly to nowhere in particular, "It means I'll need to take her back home. If she disappeared long ago without a trace, then I won't be able to keep an eye on her. I'm just too busy for that. I have things I need to do and I fear this will set me back."
Swinn couldn't help but find Sil fascinating. There were just so many interesting things, so much history to this man, and he wanted to know more. He fell in love with the stars for this very reason.
"Setting you back, huh? What is it that you do?" Swinn said as he mixed his drink with a straw.
"It isn't exactly something I could tell to just about anyone, it's a bit complicated," Sil replied, "but I guess you can call me a mercenary."
Swinn thought about Sil so far and what he had known of him. He did fit the bill of what a typical mercenary could do, along with so much more. He could easily guess that Sil's job title wasn't something that could just fit within a single title. Perhaps he fulfilled jobs and requests of all types of people.
"I'm thinking about your offer, the one about giving me a salary," Swinn began, biting his tongue, "but I'm going to have to decline. As much as I wanna see the stars, I can't just leave my home like that. Plus, you're going to still have— what was her name— Layla? On board with you. If she is as dangerous as you say then I think I can wait."
"Don't worry, I get that," Sil replied, a quiet hint of disappointment in his tone.
He was used to traveling alone now, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy the idea of company.
Sil continued, "Speaking of traveling, but, uh, I wasn't able to get that rubonic transformer due to yesterday's events. Did your job get any more shipped over?"
"That reminds me!" Swinn, clapped his hands together, "I heard some stuff from the shipment team at my job, but apparently there's been a ton of stuff that got sent over now that the strikes were negotiated. I don't know what happened to cause these sudden changes, but it's made a lot of things easier for me."
"By the way," Swinn gave a reassuring smile, "you have 2 nights left until your things are done, right?"
"Still keeping track of that?"
Swinn scratched behind his ear, "haha, I just have a good memory for numbers."
"You don't seem like the kind of person who would," Sil replied.
Swinn tilted his head slightly as his ears flicked, "I guess engineering doesn't have numbers as someone's first mental image of them."
Sil shook his head, "I'm still going to need a mechanic to install the new part. Think you can head over today?"
Swinn nodded and they went to his ship together. The chiropteran got to work on fixing it along with finishing the repair process on the other miscellaneous things. They were hard to figure out since they were quite advanced and weren't a technology Swinn was familiar with, but after Swinn had fixed it, they were going to test it out.
[Log 208,760] {Sil} Alright, I'm going to send over something to your location. Go to the designated spot and tell me if you see a red toothbrush.
{Sil} Sent.
{Vicky} Why is it purple?
{Sil} Purple? That's a first.
{Logan} I believe I know the cause of this. It is related to the way that light travels, and due to how teleportation works, light struggles to travel at near instantaneous speeds.
{Vicky} Ohhhh~
{Sil} Vic, I have someone over right now.
{Logan} She is messing with you.
{Vicky} I am >:)
{Sil} Thank god.
{Logan} TeleporterFix1.cs
{Logan} I have already constructed a fix. Try connecting the messaging device to the teleporter.
Following Logan's instructions, Sil did as he said, and prepared another object.
"I've seen a lot of impressive technology, but your friend here seems to be beyond that!" Swinn gushed, "teleportation is such a common technology for your people, but it's a luxury for me."
"It still is a luxury," Sil corrected, "but more so in where they went. What should I send next?"
Swinn looked around for anything small and miscellaneous, deciding on a crumpled up napkin.
{Sil} I've applied the code fix, and will be sending a napkin this time.
{Vicky} I've waited years for you to fix that thing, but the only souvenirs you want to send are your discarded tissues.
{Vicky} I'm not a trash bin to you, am I?
{Sil} If I step on your foot, does your mouth open?
{Vicky} By that logic, you're also a trash bin.
{Logan} Surely you are aware that it is more practical to use worthless items to test out the teleporter as opposed to risking sending something valuable.
{Vicky} Yeah, I'm aware.
{Sil} Me too.
{Logan} The napkin has been received.
{Sil} Is it in good condition?
{Vicky} It's crumpled up.
{Sil} It's perfect then.
{Vicky} You know, maybe getting a napkin isn't so bad. I think I have a runny nose.
{Vicky} You're the best brother in the galaxy solely for this reason and no other reason.
{Sil} Don't tell Vorden hahaha.
{Vicky} Maybe I should so he could send me 50 napkins.
With the teleporter fixed, the end of the night came along, and Swinn had to leave. Sil bid him a good night, and went back to keeping an eye on Layla.
The thing about his clones was that he could go to sleep while a clone was awake as it was almost a perfect copy of his body. The clone kept watch on the cameras to little to no new activity. However, Layla's complexion looked more lively than when she first arrived.