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Elyta was regretting the day he'd gone to this gang to sell his stolen goods. He'd known they were trouble but he'd figured he only needed them as a seller, and now he's kicking himself for not knowing better than this, now that he's been bound and threatened and beat up.

"You're holding out on us," said the leader, a big human male, at least double Elyta's size, whose name Elyta had never bothered to find out.

"I'm not!" Elyta cried out from his place on his knees in the middle of the room, his arms bound behind his back, "I've given you everything!"

"Ah, but you can do better, can't you?" said the leader, kicking out to knock Elyta onto his back and then stepping on one of his already-misshapen wings. Elyta grits his teeth against the agony until the leader steps back, laughing, "In any case, you will be doing better, because we've managed to procure some... incentive." Elyta feels a moment of dread before the leader calls for his guards, who emerge dragging Ajax between them.

"Ajax, no!" Elyta cries before he can stop himself, and the leader responds quickly by hitting him hard enough to drop him back to the floor.

"Ajax, huh? Welcome to our little get-together, Ajax. You're going to help me convince your friend here to work with us," the leader says, grinning with all his teeth.

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Ajax was much, much more afraid of what was going to happen to Elyta than he was for himself. He grits his teeth as they drag him into the room, and feigns pain, the way Elyta had taught him to, to avoid exposure, but the only thing that really hurt him was the sight of Elyta getting kicked in the ribs. He'd been carefully calculating a way to spring Elyta loose, most of which required detaching one of his arms to get himself out of the cuffs he was bound with.

"Incorrect," he says, using the human voice that was built into the system rather than his own, "I will not help you."

Elyta grimaces at Ajax's plain refusal, wishing he'd at least pretend to be intimidated by these guys.

"Oh, no?" says the leader, leaving Elyta gasping on the floor while he moves closer to Ajax. Elyta tries to give Ajax a subtle nod to signal him to keep the leader occupied, though he has no way of knowing if Ajax will understand the hint. He just needs enough time to remotely activate the emergency signal he'd set up a month or two ago, when the gang had started threatening him. The signal contains some vague information about Ajax, calling him a newly established life form rather than outright stating he's an AI, along with a fairly general "in trouble, need help" message with the location of Elyta's wrist communicator attached. Elyta is able to activate the message with his hands tied behind his back, while the gang leader attempts to intimidate Ajax.

"You won't help us?" the leader repeats, signaling one of his cronies to advance on Ajax with a large knife, "Well, that's just fine, because I'm pretty sure hurting you is all the help your little friend will need."

Ajax doesn't quite understand the nod Elyta gives him, but doesn't maintain eye contact, not wanting the guards to turn their attention to where his was focused.

"Attempting to harm me changes nothing for you," he explains calmly, "My friend has given you everything he is able."

He struggles with the cuffs behind his back, applying pressure near the base of his thumb, until he can feel the synthetic skin starting to tear as the joint comes loose. His hand pops free as his thumb falls quietly to the floor, but he keeps his hands behind his back nonetheless.

"It would be in your best interest to allow Elyta to leave."

"Oh it would, would it?" says the leader, and then signals his guard to attack. The guard slices at Ajax's throat and shoulder with his knife, hesitating and looking back at the leader when the wound doesn't make Ajax flinch or well up with blood.

"No!" Elyta yells, more for keeping up appearances than because he's worried about Ajax. He knows they'll have to do a lot more than slice his skin to hurt Ajax.

"What the hell?" says the leader, and then steps forward to inspect the wound, pulling back the sliced synthetic skin and exposing the wiring and machinery inside, "It's a fucking VI!"

Elyta takes that as his cue, bending his arm at an odd angle, an angle that would hurt if he had real bones like humans do, and manages to squeeze his hand through the handcuffs. He's up and running immediately, knowing he can outrun any of the humans there and hoping he can get the gang's forces coming after him instead of watching Ajax, so that help can come and rescue Ajax without too much resistance.

Ajax takes advantage of their momentary confusion and headbutts the guard nearest to him forcefully, and grabs the gun out of his hand. He shoots another one of the guards in the foot before running and ducking behind a pillar for cover. He takes a shotgun wound through the chest as he runs, and it blows a large hole in him, but does little to slow him down, and he prepares to hold the position for as long as he can.

--

Roddie was in the middle of reaching across the table to pick some chips off of Tony's plate when the watch on his wrist starts to buzz. He hits a button, and Elyta's distress message plays through the speaker.

"Oh, oh!" he says excitedly, slapping the table and cramming what was left of his sandwich into his mouth, "We gotta go, Tony, um...shit, let me respond."

He hits the button on the side again and speaks into the microphone at the top of the watch.

"Hello, this is the captain of the SS Tacoma, I can get you and your friend out of there, just ping me the location of the building and stay put outside, all right? We'll pull your friend out and then come around to pick you up."

He shuts off the communicator and grabs Tony by the arm, ushering him out the door. "Zakeef is at the casino, you know how to fly a ship, right?"

Elyta can only pause long enough to ping back Ajax's location, and then promptly disregards the orders from the stranger. He had no intention of staying put and waiting for rescue, not when Ajax was in trouble, and especially not when he had ten guys with guns running after him. Elyta wasn't the strongest fighter anyways, and had a better chance of running these guys down than taking them down in a fistfight.

He takes off again as soon as the ping goes through, bullets zinging after him all the way.

~

Tony squawks in protest when Roddie pulls him away from his lunch, having just enough time to pick up the sandwich half he hadn't finished.

"Wait, what? Of course I don't!" Tony protests, helpless to do anything other than stumble along after Roddie. Zakeef had been showing him a few basics here and there, mostly just in case Roddie did something reckless like he was right now, but Tony had never actually flown the ship, not to mention flown without anyone in the co-pilot's seat.

"Roddie, this is unacceptable! I haven't even begun the pilot's certification, all I know how to do is run the navigation computer! You've got to be joking!"

"Oh, come on," Roddie says, dragging him back to the ship, "All this shit about needing to be certified. You think Zakeef is certified? You think I'm certified?"

He pulls Tony in through the airlock and up to the cockpit, where he takes a seat in the pilot's chair.

"Look, what I need you to do is not that hard," he says, starting the engines quickly and keying in the location while he talks, "I'll fly us there, just sit in the chair and keep it running until I get back with the hostages, and then fly us out, all right?"

The destination isn't far, and with how fast Roddie flies they're there in about five minutes. He pulls them around to the back entrance and leaves the ship hovering above the ground. He grabs his gear -- a backpack with first aid, a shield generator, and his pistols -- and gestures for Tony to take his seat as he makes his way back over to the exit.

"Oh, keep the shields running, too," he adds, just before he closes his mask around his face and the eyes on it light up blue, "Just in case they start shooting at us."

With that, he jumps out the airlock and onto the ground

"You're not certified?" Tony repeats, horrified, sure that Roddie had confirmed his crew's various certifications before Tony had even stepped on board. He's still reeling through the whole trip, and by the time Roddie ushers him into the pilot's seat Tony's pulled himself together enough to shout after Roddie.

"Shooting at us?! You're getting a citation for this, Roddie!" Tony shouts, his hands squeezing the steering as tight as he can, even though the ship is locked to hover in place.

~

The group of guards pursuing Elyta has thinned somewhat, and Elyta knows he has to start making his way back towards the building, where Ajax is probably in trouble. He starts to double back, managing to catch the attention of several guards he had lost on the way here.

Roddie does't hear Tony's threats as he makes his way towards the warehouse. He runs into two guards inside, who he stuns, but other than that he doesn't encounter much resistance. Whoever sent out the distress signal must have drawn them off. When he gets to the room that he was supposed to make the pickup, he doesn't see anything at first. It's not until a robotic voice calls out to him that he notices Ajax.

"Please...help..."

Ajax is slumped behind a pillar, riddled with bulletholes and struggling to keep his systems online. He'd taken out the handful of guards that had stayed behind to deal with him, but not before they'd taken several good shots at him. Roddie's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and he keeps his gun drawn as he makes his way to the robot's side. "Are you...the, uh...you're the one I'm picking up?" he asks, massively confused, "The radio said there was a, uh, 'life form' here, is that you?"

"Yes," Ajax replies, "I believe...I am a...sapient program, but...it is too late. My hardware is failing. Too badly damaged. Elyta. Save Elyta. My friend."

Roddie's mind was whirling with the information that sentient machines other than Irra existed, but he shakes his head immediately.

"No, your friend called me to get you both out of here, and I'm going to. You're an Ajax, right? You sound like an Ajax. My hardware's from their company, I should be able to run you in my implants. Give me a second. Where are your ports?"

Ajax indicate's a spot on the back of his neck, under his hair, and Roddie removes a cable from his bag and plugs one end in. The other end he plugs in behind his own ear. Ajax begins the data transfer, and in a few seconds the body he'd been using slumps over, lifeless.

"Are you...synthetic, or organic?" Ajax asks, once he's successfully transferred his conscience into Roddie's headset.

"Cybernetic human. I'll explain later, let's go pick up your friend. He's supposed to be around the front."

Roddie lifts his wrist to his mouth and radios for Tony.

"Hey, so, the hostage was an AI, their body was dying so I installed them in...me. I'm coming back to the ship, we'll go around to the front to pick up the other hostage. Can you radio him to confirm his location? Great. Thanks. See you soon."

With that, he grabs his gear, and sets off running back towards the ship.

Tony gapes at nothing in the wake of Roddie's message, as there's so many parts of it he wants to ask about but he can't quite figure out where to start.

"Wait, an AI? Like, another one?" Tony asks, unable to keep the excitement from his voice, "I mean--er--right. Radioing the hostage. Just a minute."

~

When Elyta gets back inside the building there's still a fair number of guards coming after him, though he's gained some time before they can catch up to him. The building is totally deserted when Elyta steps inside, a cold feeling sinking in his stomach as he surveys the still bodies of the guards. There's one body that's different, halfway slumped beside a pillar, and Elyta feels his heart breaking as he runs over to it.

"Oh, no, Ajax, no no no no," he chants as he runs over to Ajax's side and drops to his knees, his hands fluttering over the ruined body riddled with bullet holes. Ajax's body is cold, has been without power for some minutes, and Elyta strokes his hand over Ajax's blankly staring face. There's a chance that Ajax is still in there somewhere, there's a chance it's just the hardware that's failed, and as the guards start to trickle into the room Elyta knows he won't give up until he knows for sure.

He stands and faces the guards, picking up the nearest weapon--an electrified staff--and prepares to stand his ground.

~

"Roddie!" Tony calls into the radio after a couple of minutes, "I'm getting no response from the second hostage, nor any location information from thier systems. I'm not sure where they are." There's a note of panic in Tony's voice as he relays this information, hoping that this won't be the first of Roddie's rescues he's witnessed to go downhill.

Roddie's halfway to the ship when he gets Tony's message, and his heart lurches.

"Dammit," he swears when he hears gunfire behind him, "Dammit! I'm going back. Keep the ship running!"

He sprints back down the hall, gun drawn, and takes cover behind a doorframe. He peers into the room, spotting a small, bug-like alien crouched near the broken body.

"Hey!" he yells over the gunfire, drawing the attention of both the guards and the alien they were pinning down, "Hey, hey! You --"

"Elyta!" Ajax says urgently, and Roddie repeats him.

"Elyta! I've got your AI in my headset!"

He fires a shot, taking out another one of the guards, but more were coming.

"I told you to stay outside, dumbass, come on!"

Elyta startles at the shouting of his name over the sounds of the fighting, looking over and seeing a human crouched near the door.

"You've got my-- Ajax?!" Elyta repeats, his eyes going wide and shocked. One of the guards comes up behind Elyta, swinging a long blade, and Elyta turns to deflect the blow. His reflexes are a moment too late, however, and the guard manages to bury the blade in Elyta's forearm, severing his hand.

Elyta shrieks in agony and falls to his knees, his broken and misshapen wings buzzing frantically at his back. He'd already been beaten and shot several times while he was running, and now the combined pain overtakes him and he passes out after a few long moments.

"No! Hang on!" Roddie shouts. He fires several more shots, taking out the guard with the blade before running across the room, keeping his head down. He feels several bullets sink into the metal plating of his chest, and another few hit him in his organic arm. He shouts in pain, but puts his barrier up and keeps moving. He slides down onto the floor next to the small alien and swings him over his shoulders. He was astonishingly light, light enough for him to support most of his weight with his metal arm while continuing to fire his gun with his other.

"Tony, I'm coming your way," he pants into the radio on his wrist, "I got hit, they tore this guy's arm off, I don't know if we're gonna make it. Please tell me you're ready for us."

He was darting down the hall as fast as his legs would carry him. He could barely make out the ship in the distance at the end of the hall, and it spurs him to run faster.

"What?! I-- Oh, Jesus, yes, I'm ready!" Tony says, his voice shaking with panic as he struggles to remember Zakeef's instructions, releasing the locks and priming the ship's engines for takeoff. Tony waits for the confirmation that the airlock has closed behind Roddie before he takes off, the ship rocketing off away from danger as fast as Tony can push it--and probably much faster than is safe.

"I swear to God, Roddie, if you ever make me do this again I am going to kill you!" Tony shrieks, his voice taking on a high-pitched harassed quality that means a panic attack is impending.

Roddie pants heavily, nodding his head as he sets the little alien down on the floor of the ship and starts digging through his bag for first aid. He was lightheaded from the pain and the rush of the adrenaline, and it was making his head spin.

"Yeah, all right, I'm sorry," he concedes, pulling a bandage and bloodclot forming powder out of his bag. He hastily ties off Elyta's wound, applies the powder, and wraps the rest of the wound, cringing as he uses the muscles in his left arm.

"God. Fuck!" he swears, gritting his teeth as he continues making his best attempt to administer first aid by extracting the three bullets embedded in Elyta's exoskeleton and bandaging the holes, "Aaugh, God, Jesus. Jesus. Fuck, Tony, can you put it on autopilot, I...need some help."

"Is...Is Elyta..." says a mechanical voice in his ear. He startles a little, almost having forgotten the AI was there.

"He'll be...all right," he grunts, his eyes watering from the pain in his arm, "He's not going to die. Don't worry."

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Tony yells, that panicky edge still in his voice as he tries to guide the ship into a safe trajectory back the way they'd come and engage the autopilot. He manages it after a moment and stumbles out of the pilot's seat, rushing over to where Roddie was collapsed just inside the airlock.

"Oh, Jesus, Roddie, you're bleeding!" Tony exclaims, heart in his throat as he drops to his knees on the other side of the little alien Roddie had picked up. He surveys the damage, wincing when he sees the lower part of the alien's arm.

"All right, all right," Tony says, calming himself a little as he pulls the bandages and supplies from Roddie's hands, "You just--sit back," he pushes Roddie back against the wall, but gently, "I'll take care of this."

He finishes wrapping up the alien's wounds first, his hands shaking faintly as he works.

"You're an idiot, you know that, Roddie? You always just have to jump right into the line of fire and get yourself maimed," Tony's scolding is more an automatic response to stress than anything serious, as in recent months Tony's affection for him had grown beyond anything controllable. Tony finishes with the alien and shifts to start on Roddie's arm, cleaning him up and tending to him wounds, sighing softly.

"You said there was an AI, right? Where is it?"

Roddie removes his shirt and jacket to give Tony space to clean the wound on his arm, and he leans against the wall, still gritting his teeth as he tries to still his breathing.

"Yeah," he pants, a little deliriously, "He's in -- in my head."

He realizes how that sounded, and he corrects himself.

"My...implants. The chip I use to control my arm and leg and mask." He taps at the metal plating near his ear, "His body was falling apart. He's an Ajax. That's also what he says his name is."

"Hello," Ajax says, even though Tony can't hear it.

"They say hi. I can probably install them in the shi-i-iittt, that hurts."

White hot pain was shooting up his arm as Tony extracted the bullets from him with the tweezers, and he was struggling hard not to yank his arm out of Tony's grasp. This had happened several times before, but the pain always made tears well up in his eyes.

"Sorry," Tony says, rubbing Roddie's arm with his free hand as he removes the bullets with the other, "Shh, I'm almost done." At least this Tony knows how to do, though he had become uncomfortably good at removing bullets from Roddie's body.

"An Ajax? That's-- amazing, really, they came before Irra. That's an amazing insight into Artificial Intelligence," Tony said, attempting to use conversation to get Roddie's mind off the pain, but he realizes that maybe the scientific theories behind artificial intelligence wouldn't be interesting to Roddie.

"And the little guy?" Tony says instead, gesturing to the still passed-out alien behind him, "I'm not familiar with that species. Do you know anything about them?"

Roddie shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He winces again, wiping the tears off his face with one hand while the other comes up and grips at the front of Tony's shirt. He felt slightly comforted by his touch, and the gentle way he was speaking to him made some of his tensed muscles relax.

"I've never seen one before. I've seen pictures, but never met one. They don't really leave their homeworld I don't think. They're like bees. That's all I know," he says, letting his eyes open and fixing them on Tony's face. In the moment he couldn't help but think, somewhat deliriously, that Tony was pretty, and that his excitement about the artificial intelligence was endearing, and he follows these thoughts further to distract himself from the pain. He wonders vaguely if the Ajax can pick up on more of his brain signals than just messages sent to his artificial nerves, and the thought embarrasses him a little, but not enough to deter him from admiring the shade of Tony's eyes or the way his eyelashes framed them.

"They're like bees?" Tony repeats, looking up to give Roddie a wry smile. He's a little surprised when he finds Roddie already looking into his eyes when he looks over, and has to swallow before he remembers what he was saying, "How are they like bees?" He's not sure if Roddie is in earnest or if the pain and adrenaline are getting to him.

"There we go," Tony says as he finishes wrapping up Roddie's arm, running his palm over the bandages to check that the fit is right (and not at all to subtly feel Roddie's bicep), "Let's get you and our little bee friend to the medbay, I want to have the medical scanner check you out, make sure I didn't miss anything." Tony helped Roddie to his feet, and then, when he was sure Roddie was stable enough to walk, reached down to pick up the shockingly light alien and carry him down the corridor.

"Hang on a second," Roddie says, stumbling a little and leaning on Tony. He fishes into his bag for his cable and walks on unsteady legs up to the cockpit, where he wires the implants to the dashboard.

"We have room in the ship for a VI but I didn't ever install one. They put government spyware in those things. You're good, though, feel free to poke around. You should be able to access the alert systems to talk, and you've got internet access."

"Thank you," Ajax replies, and several screens on the dashboard light up as he explores them. It was a little overwhelming to have access to a vessel like this, and he's sure he'll test out what he can do later, but right now, he just wants to ensure that Elyta is all right.

Roddie leans on Tony as they make their way to the med bay of their small craft, leaning on Tony again for support, and he sits down on one of the beds per Tony's instruction.

"All right," he says, "Go ahead and scan me. And -- augh, God, can you get me some morphine or something?"

"Hang on, I'll get to you in a minute," Tony says, his tone gently teasing, "Maybe I should make sure the unconscious alien who's just lost their hand is all right first?" Tony gives Roddie a smirk while he sets the alien down on a bed, hooking him up to the medical scanner and doing a preliminary check of his systems.

"You can monitor their systems, Ajax," Tony says to the air, "You're probably more familiar with their species than the internal systems are anyways." Once the alien is hooked up Tony bustles around the medbay, retrieving some of their more effective painkillers.

He leans in close over Roddie's shoulder to administer the hypospray into his neck, clearing his throat as he leans back and picks up the handheld medical scanner, holding it in front of Roddie.

"There. That should feel better."

"Yes. Adding species recognition into the system. I will share all of my knowledge of his race by interfacing with your medical computers. I will monitor his condition and alert you if there are any critical changes to his vital signs."

Roddie laughs a little bit, making a robotic motion with his hands in an imitation of Ajax.

"I can see you," Ajax says, turning a camera situated on the ceiling towards Roddie, which leads him to promptly stop what he was doing and put his hands down at his sides.

"Uh, yes, Tony, it...feels better," Roddie laughs, as the warmth from the morphine starts to set in. He relaxes onto the bed and lets his eyes close, finally breathing easily.

"And...thanks, for getting us out of there. And for pulling bullets out of my arm, again. And for not reporting me. Man, what would I ever do without you?" he asks, a slight, drowsy smirk on his face.

Tony hides a smile at Roddie's antics behind his hand, pretending to be enthralled by the results of the medical scanner, which report nothing aside from the bullet wounds Tony had already tended to. Tony looks up at Roddie's drowsy declarations, his face flushing while he fights a bright smile, giving Roddie a forced-looking frown.

"You'd die, in the most horrifyingly agonizing way possible," Tony says, turning his nose up and turning away to put the medical scanner back, but then turn halfway back to show Roddie the shadow of his smile, "And your socks would never be organized."

Just then Elyta groaned, no doubt saving Ajax from the lovesick spectacle Tony and Roddie were making of themselves. He stirred a little, wincing and grimacing as he realized how painful moving was. Then his eyes opened and he jerked up, crying out in pain and swearing colorfully in his native language as he did. His portable computer systems had been destroyed in the fight, including the translator he'd programmed himself, and the Tacoma's systems had no way of translating his words.

"What happened? Ajax?" he asked in his language, looking around dazedly and then turning wide, terrified eyes down on his arm, where he realized most of the pain was coming from, "My arm!"

Tony blinks as the alien erupts into an unrecognizable language, glancing over at Roddie and then frowning at the alien, as he can guess at what he's saying.

Ajax was slightly amused by the way these humans interacted with one another, but his attention is ripped away from them immediately the moment Elyta starts to speak.

"Elyta, it's all right," he says, speaking to him in his own language and keeping his voice calm for his sake, "You are not in danger."

Ajax turns the camera towards Tony and Roddie again, and when he speaks his voice is somewhat pleading.

"Permission to administer opiates intraveinously," he asks.

"Uh...oh, granted, of course granted, go ahead."

Ajax pumps a small amount of liquid through the tube connecting to Elyta's arm, a Torak sedative that Ajax judged would be compatible with Elyta's biology, giving him enough to calm him down and dull his pain. He wishes badly for his body, so he could hold him and touch his face and tell him it was going to be okay.

"It's all right Elyta. Lie still."

"Ajax," Elyta almost sobs when he hears the face, immediately calming down a little, though he gets agitated again when he looks around and doesn't see Ajax's body anywhere. He follows Ajax's directions, lying back and relaxing as the drugs take effect.

"Ajax... Your body. I saw it," he says, his voice broken and raw, and he covers his face with his remaining hand, "What happened?"

Tony doesn't need to speak the language to hear the obvious emotion in Elyta's voice, and suddenly he feels like he's intruding. He moves close to Roddie again, putting a hand on his shoulder to gain his attention.

"We should," he whispers, gesturing with his head towards the door, "Give them a minute. You need rest, anyways."

"What? Yeah, got it," Roddie says, nodding, "I'm pretty...woozy...can I lean on you?" He doesn't wait for an answer and hooks his hand over Tony's shoulder, resting some of his weight on him as they make their way out the door, and taking advantage of their closeness to not so subtly smell Tony's neck.

"I was incapacitated by the guards. The small unclothed human, Roddie, arrived as my systems were failing. He installed me briefly into his cybernetic implants and transferred me into the ship's virtual intelligence port."

He wishes so badly there was something he could do, some form of physical comfort he could offer his crying friend. After some searching, he discovers a mechanical arm that he can move, likely installed for a virtual intelligence to use in administering injections to the patients. He slides it along the wall, stopping it near Elyta's bedside, and extends it to rest on his shoulder.

"...I am sorry my attempt to protect you from further harm was unsuccessful," he says, and though his voice never communicated his feelings very well, it is colored with more emotion than he has ever expressed before.

Elyta reaches up to grasp the mechanical arm tightly when it touches him, leaning over to lean his forehead against it.

"No. No, Ajax, it's not your fault. I didn't... Wait outside. I had to see if you were safe. When I saw you there..." Elyta trails off, his voice small and quivering, and his hand grips the mechanical arm tighter, "I'm so... I'm so glad you're all right. I don't know what I'd do if..." Elyta shakes his head, unable to even voice that thought, even though he'd been sure it was sure just minutes ago.

He and Ajax had been dancing around putting a definite label on what they were to each other, and on Elyta's end it had mostly been out of fear; not knowing what Ajax was feeling and not knowing what would happen if he was honest about his own feelings. But here and now, he knows there's nothing more important to him than Ajax, and he doesn't want even the slightest chance of regretting never telling Ajax that.

"...I love you," he says, quiet enough that only Ajax's microphone would be able to pick it up.

Ajax grips his hand as best as he can with the mechanism and holds it tight, careful not to grasp hard enough to hurt his fingers.

"...I love you too," he says. He'd been wondering if that was the right way to describe what he felt for him for a while now, but when he'd seen him lying on the ground, when he'd almost lost him, he had known without a doubt, and he also knew how much he'd regret it if he ever got the chance to tell him.

"We won't have to go through that again," he assures him, "The humans who extracted us are not asking for a reward, and have offered to provide you with food and a place to sleep on this ship as long as you need it, until we can find a new place to live offworld. It's...going to be okay."

Elyta nods, comforted by this news but more comforted by he instant and easy way Ajax returns his feelings.

"As long as... I can stay with you, I don't care where we are," Elyta admits quietly, pressing his mouth to the mechanical arm in some strange approximation of a kiss. He pulls back, keeping his hand wrapped around the arm but sitting back to relax against the bed. He finally looks over a his other arm, disbelief and horror coming over his face.

"My arm, it's... gone. It's just... gone. What am I gonna do?"

"There may be a solution. The ship's captain has cybernetic limbs, an arm and a leg. We may be able to arrange for you to get a similar replacement."

Ajax softens his voice, making an attempt to sound less...automated. He knew this was a delicate situation that he didn't fully understand.

"I know it is...traumatic for organics to experience this kind of pain," he says, failing spectacularly, "Would...you like more opiates or sedatives to help you stay calm? I will stay with you while you rest."

Elyta lets out a breathless chuckle at Ajax's lack of tact, finding it more comforting than his actual words of comfort because it was so very Ajax.

"No, I'm... I don't need more drugs. But... please stay with me. I... I need you here," Elyta says, his hand squeezing the arm again even though he knows Ajax can't feel it. He relaxes back into the bed, preparing to let the drugs Ajax had already administered take over, his grip on the arm relaxing until he was just resting his hand on it.

"I love you so much, Ajax," he says distantly as he drifts off.

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