"[Sure thing.]" Markus says, more confused than nervous at this point. He takes a position in front of his aircraft, and stands at parade rest, looking at the camera.

: [No, not like that, you look like a robot. Here- come over here. By the ladder. Okay, put your helmet under your arm. Yeah, there you go. Now rest your hand against the rung- next one down. Relax a little, don't stand so stiff. Perfect. Alright I need you to look down towards the aft of the ship and smile. No, no, too sympathetic- give me prideful,
smug even- there you go, that's good! Hold it!]
The photographer snaps a couple shots, then reviews the footage with the interviewer.

: [Looking good, looking good- is that really the time? Aw, crud, we gotta get this down to the station
now. Thank you for your time, Lieutenant, sorry to bother you!]
The news team departs for areas of the ship you are not authorized to follow.
Walter just nods and decides it's best to lay low, hoping if he needs to use the skepna again that its operating properly. Walter heads to an empty portion of catwalk to look at the bleak scenery and have some time alone to think about his future options.
Passing by Arkhip and Paladius, you can't help but overhear part of their conversation.

: ...They used to just be useful idiots, filling out the rank and file, but Lucera province just elected a communist proconsul.

: So?

: It's an unhealthy precedent. If one of them ever somehow ends up within a knife's reach of the throne we may lose the entire empire to those morons...
Virvel is standing farther down the walkway, about as far from those two as they are standing from the Kintharians and Jaakko.
Jaakko glances at Virvel as she walks past. He reaches up and grabs his pocket to see if his own lighter is still there. Not that he ever used it.
"I didn't know the full extent of their capabilities,"
He looks back over to where the Andromeda was, and at the black plumes rising in to the atmosphere.
"How long would you guess until we have to deal the Aesthian fleet?"
It feels alien to think of Aesthia and Aesthians as them and not us.

: Could be in the next few minutes, could be we never have to face them at all. Too many unknown variables to make an informed decision.