title: stopping
fandom: starfighter
subject: abel
word count: 328
rating: G
warnings: n/a
notes: non-canon.. probably
063. stopping
He's spoken to a handful of others throughout the day, the responses have been nothing if not concerning. Abel knows he has very few people to call friends among the navigators and though this could be some sort of ploy to shake him from his position at the top, knowing what he does now, it kind of makes sense in a frighteningly realistic sort of way.
His partner Cain is nothing if not just a hair's breadth shy of a sadist. The man is a monster dressed in a dastardly handsome skin. He is both awe-inspiring and absolutely terrifying; Abel can't decide which person he's more intimidated by.
That one has a reputation..
You're his third navigator in as many months.
The words disturbed him all day. No one he'd spoken to knew these two navigators personally, just that if they had been residing on this Starbase they weren't any longer. Whether or not they were transferred or discharged Abel can't seem to gather any more information about them. It's as though it were some kind of secret, the existence of two other individuals leading the life he is currently tangled up in.
It peeves him, gets under his skin in the worst kind of way.
What happened to them? Why did they stop being Cain's navigator? Should he be concerned? Is he in any immediate danger?
All of these questions without answers... he pads down a hallway leading back towards the barracks. Cain was already missing when he awoke to a red team summons and debriefing. Surely whatever he'd been called in for has ended by now.
Stopping just outside their door Abel swallows back the lump that's been forming in his throat the entire walk back. He wants answers, but knows deep down inside he's too afraid to ask for them. He breathes deeply to steady himself before punching in the key code to release the auto-lock. The metal doors slid open and he steps inside.