Titanium

030|| rolling in the deep

—| rolling in the deep |—

Elsa and Callius walked into the elevator. Not yet having, spoken a word to one another. Silence surrounded them like deep abyss.

Both were dressed nice and clean looking. Spiffy gray uniforms pinned with a Starfleet badge. For once Elsa wasn't wearing a jacket and a baggy t-shirt with some sort of 80's look. But she still had the fiery look in her eyes.

Her eyes were darted at the glass turbolift, looking around at her surroundings.

"Tricia is going to be there, isn't she?" Elsa asked him after examining how he looked straight at the elevator door.

She'd seen him make the look around his older sister a bit too much. They both didn't enjoy seeing each other as much as they did when they were kids. They'd gotten off on the wrong foot on some point in their lives.

He never talked about his sister much and not much of his childhood. But she'd been told was that from an early age Callius and Tricia had trained side by side in combat. That clearly was a bad thing to rub in for him.

"Yes, sadly she's back," Callius replied, "Marcus asked one of her crew members of they'd like to be part of the Renegades without my knowing until Mason and Issac crowding me for answers."

"Secrets never last long, Muscles," Elsa reminded him, "She is your sister. No matter how angry or annoyed your siblings make you their your family still."

"Well, you had it easier in fairness," Callius grunted as the elevator doors open.

"What do you mean?" Elsa cocked an eyebrow as she followed closely behind him as they walked down the hallway.

The windows were painted with the sun's sink paint brushed strokes across the never ending sky. The city lights started to blink and dance around at the new darkness. Activity of transports and shuttles slowly decreasing.

Soon, people would go out to bars and drink for fun. Then, some would probably throw parties at their homes or apartments. That was what usually happened around the academy.

"You lived in the 80's. A time of pop music influence and where kids spiked punch and smoked a cigarette, you didn't train for war."

This completely offended Elsa.

Yes, the 1980's were a very colorful and interesting time to live in, but that didn't mean there were a few things that were bad. It had been good with the music and things people did for fun. But she knew all too well, there was trouble with reckless teens.

Comparing her time to his, there wasn't that big of a difference. They were still on earth, teens still snuck beers, but cigarettes weren't used as much. There wasn't much he could actually say about comparing siblings being different.

You got a brother or sister. You were annoyed, loved, and cared for this sibling as much as they did the same to you. Everyone knew that.

You'd be hugging them in one minute or you'd be arguing with them. Elsa remembered doing that with Max. Though now when she thought of him, she felt more of miserable than nostalgia.