_CLUNK_
The shuttle lurched as it rose from the spaceport and headed out over the city.
“Hey, I don’t want to lose my lunch over here!” Aexod called over the pilot of the shuttle, his face a mixture of frustration and mischief. The Commander turned his head to Aul sitting next to him and winked, a grin spread across his face.
“Yessir! I think our refuel line was caught in the landing gear. All’s good now. Will be at our landing spot in a few minutes,” came the reply from the cockpit.
“Bunch of amateurs,” Aexod mumbled to himself. The rest of the crew giggled.
“Promotion getting to your head?” Jade asked Aexod, laughing as she poked fun at Burgoo.
“Who doesn’t like to flex their powers a bit, right?” Aexod replied, as he sat back in his seat and took a bit from an energy stick. He chomped loudly in an apparent attempt to annoy everyone around him.
“Why didn’t _you_ just fly us, then?” Aul inquired of the Clawdite.
“Long night at The Boom. Too many girls on my mind,” Aexod replied, nudging Aul in the ribs with his elbow. The smell of Corellian Rum heavy on his breath.
“Ah, a little celebratory escapade, say no more,” Aul laughed.
“So, tell me straight, Celsus, what do you think of Traveler?” Aexod asked Aul, his face betraying a subtle undertone of skepticism.
“What do you mean? It’s simple, I think he’s the best man for the job,” Aul replied confusedly.
“No, no, no, that’s not like you at all. I’ve been around you enough to know that you don’t just throw your support behind something as big as a political race; I’d expect you to consider it a waste of time. Some nonsense about your research being more important. So, why is this different?” Aexod shot back, his question a little more aggressive than before.
Aul was taken aback. He hadn’t expected Aexod to be so pushy on the topic. Maybe it was a mixture of fervent political pride and alcoholic inhibition, but he decided to give in to the question. There was no room for causing a rift in the team with the mission ahead of them; they had to identify the source of unrest before the population fell into complete disarray. Though Aul was primarily along as a medical support so the team didn’t have to reveal their location by traveling any great distance to another facility and not a combat or intelligence role, he felt the need to keep the team tightknit.
“Ok… here’s the thing. I’m tired of the establishment. I’m tired of career politicians who at the drop of the hat will lie to your face in order to push forward their agenda. Maya is fine; she’s nice and she’s been working for Kel Rasha for quite some time. But I just don’t trust her. Her family is too influential. It’s because of people like her that we have to handle these criminals in the first place. Why wasn’t it under control?
“The Traveler is different. He stands not on his image, because he has no image to stand on. Only his message matters, and his message rings true to me. For example, his support for veterans means a lot to me, because those willing to lose their lives for the safety and betterment of others is a greater message to the people than promising a better economy, or stronger infrastructure. If the people aren’t behind you, then none of those promises matter. Traveler puts his support behind the people, not behind the political machine. Done and done. What more is there?” Aul finished with a sigh.
Aexod looked at Aul quizzically, his head cocked to the side.
“That… doesn’t sound like you _at all_,” Aexod blurted out. “Where is the talk about statistics? Where is the talk about numbers; and over-analysis of all the ways one would help and the other would fail? Where is _Aul_?”
The Mystic laughed. Aexod was right; even he didn’t sound like himself to his own ears. Something was different now, and he couldn’t quite place a finger on it. Why didn’t he care more about the critical analysis of options? Why was it that Traveler motivated him to action when historically Aul would have been as complacent as an off-worlder?
“You’re right. And, honestly, I don’t know. All I know is that Traveler is the only one in the race that doesn’t give me the glob-damned heeby-jeebies. If Maya wins the office, I fear for the future of Kel Rasha. Why? I have no idea. This isn’t what I would normally say, I know, but right now I’m trusting my gut. It’s done me well recently, and I guess I’m learning to trust myself. With all that’s happened recently, how could I not?” Aul explained.
“Aul, you’re full of surprises, you know that?” Aexod chuckled.
“Even to myself,” Aul smiled back.
“Engaging landing gear. We’re here,” came a call from the cockpit.