Christopher puts his arms around Caitlyn and holds her in tightly as he whispers to her. "Hey... Big girl, it's okay. These torpedoes will never come into contact with the hull of the Velvet. And if any pirate dares to threaten you while you are around me they will have a hard time managing that. I'll tell you something I haven't really shared with anyone as it's a combat experience, but it suits the current scenario. Back in the Akhetaten's days, I think it was when we were at Rheinland, sometime in 812, we would start seeing Nomad infested humans raiding all of Rheinland's systems. On one occasion, there was an unarmed civilian ship passing transporting goods to us; food, water, the essentials. A hostile bomber decloaked in the sector and fired a torpedo salvo at the ship. We saved them by maneuvering between the ship and the incoming torpedoes. We took the full damage from the torpedoes so that the civilian vessel can leave the area while we wipe out the bomber. The Akhetaten is a very agile ship, Caitlyn. And back then we didn't have Mesons on, now that we have Meson Flaks on we would be able to deflect any torpedo headed towards the velvet. And if you want a suggestion by me, get a few Flaks for the Velvet, you never know when two Flaks end up saving your ship from disaster." He slowly removed one hand from her back and holds her jaw, lightly lifting her head up to look at him. He notices a tear on her cheek which he wipes out with his hand. "It's okay, Caitlyn. It's okay. You can take all the time you need to relax. Nothing's pressuring us, after all." He whispers to her one more time before hugging her tightly again.
