By the time Razer got to the bridge, everybody was already seated in their usual places. So, he took his own usual seat, in the corner farthest away from everyone else. After taking a quick look to make sure that all four of the Interceptor's crew members were there, Hal Jordan stood at the front of the room and cleared his throat before speaking.
"Well everyone, it has come to my attention that our supplies have been running low as of late." Razer held back a scoff at this. Of course they were running low, what with how much the other two male members of the crew ate. Aya, being the ship's computer, ate nothing. And he only ate what was necessary for nutrition, nothing more. Living on a planet under constant siege made one pick up a habit to conserve every last bite of food, as one never knew when food would come into one's hands again.
"Ah, so you have finally realized this most obvious fact. Congratulations to you." Kilowog shot a glare at Razer, but that didn't phase him in the least.
"No, Kilowog, no need to glare at him, he is right. This should have been something that we should have caught sooner. So, as I see it, we have two options. The first is to ration the food to make it last as long as possible. The second is to stop off at a nearby planet and see what we can do about picking up supplies there. What does everyone think?" Kilowog scratched his stomach and leaned back in his chair.
"I say we get more supplies. Never know when we might run out." Hal looked at Aya, who had the same blank-faced look that she always had since she had created her new physical form.
"If it helps, I have already compiled a list of nearby planets and their current availability of food. So, if you wish, I could set a course directly for the best-looking planet." Hal nodded his approval at Aya's flawless foresight.
"Yes, very god Aya." He finally turned to Razer. "And what do you think Razer." Razer did not respond, he merely kept his arms crossed and retained his usual glare on his face. Raising an eyebrow, Hal merely took this as neutrality. "Alright then, it looks like majority rules. Aya," his gaze turned back to their walking A.I., " please set a course for the closest and most food-plentiful planet you can find." Aya nodded once, her eyes glowing blue as she made a two-second calculation.
"Very well, calculating..." Her eyes snapped back to their normal color once her calculations were complete. "Calculations complete, now setting our new course. Next destination: Planet Phobeos." Razor's cool composition faltered for only half a second, but it was too long for him. There was a look in his eye. Though it appeared for only a moment, that look spoke volumes. A series of past anguish, pain, and uncertainty. He was quick to mask it back up, but it did not go unnoticed by the all-seeing eye of their ship's computer.
"Alright, Aya, how long until we reach our next destination?"
"Estimated arrival time is placed at 5 hours and 29 minutes until we reach the planet's surface." Hal nodded and stepped down from his place at the front of the ship.
"Thank you Aya. Now all we have to do is wait until we get there."
"Very well." Razer stood up and stalked out of the room, personality as icy cold as always. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room." He breezed past Kilowog and into the hall, intent on going to his room. In front of the door, he was vaguely surprised to see Aya standing there. He stopped in front of her, as she was in front of his door. "What, were you waiting for me here?"
"Actually, yes." Her blue eyes seemed hollow somehow, like they weren't looking at his face, but rather they were staring past his features and trying to bore into his mind to pry up memories that should have never seen the light of day. "My sensors detected a split-second irregularity in your heart-rate. I came to see what is wrong in case you might have obtained a virus of some sort when we last landed." Razer could have almost laughed at her at that moment, almost. She saw everything through a purely analytical point of view, looking at nothing past the body temperature and heart-rate. Though, she was right. It seemed that the phrase 'my heart skipped a beat' had a more literal meaning with him, and she had picked up on it.
"I am fine, nothing is wrong. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be in my room." He walked in and shut the door behind him, not even letting Aya get in another word. Once he thought he was alone, he sighed a bit and rubbed his temples with his hands, as if trying to relieve a headache.
So, I'm really going back there, after all this time. He opened his eyes and looked out the small port-hole window into the seemingly endless vacuum of space. I wonder if they'll remember me. Or, when they see me and know what I've done, if they'll even want to have known me. He had none of these answers, and they were giving him a headache to think about, so he decided to leave it and simply cross those bridges when he got to them. For the time being, he chose to lay down and try to get some rest to prepare for the nearly inevitable meeting he was sure to have. He pulled himself up onto his berth and closed his eyes, blocking out the sounds of the world as he drifted off to sleep.