Misery nodded, smiling lightly like sunbeams squeezing through the smallest of holes in a leaf and snuggling close to you to keep you warm. She bowed her head at an angle, her black, mysterious eyes still fixed on his face politely. It was considered common courtesy to the Venusians, but it looked so much better on her. "Thank you, I appreciate it. I need any help I can get right now."

Jason smiled at her and nodded back to her. "you need not thank me. even if i wasn't here to help i doubt it would have taken you long to convince me" he said mysteriously. he had secretly had a crush on the princess since the first moment he met her, mostly since martian women weren't any prettier then earth women. the men were handsome beyond compare, but the women, not so much. similar to how venusian women were radiant beyond compare while the men were more like normal humans.

Misery laughed, "I strongly doubt that my powers of persuasion are that strong. Otherwise, I would have been able to help your people more in your civil war." She climbed the hill before them, now close enough that Jason would be able to see her huge ship on the horizon. It was of the traditional sleekness of most Venusian crafts, thin and lithe, much like their body's figures. They were the most high-tech in appearance of any of the other planets. It was that appearance that made many other planets retreat upon sight for fear that they were as skilled as they looked.

Jason smirked but didn't say more. "well maybe it would be stronger on me" he said shrugging. with that he said no more. he smiled at her ship. "if only they were as high tech as they appeared to be" Jason said knowing their weakness. martian crafts looked pretty cool, but not high tech, but they really were the most high tech. "so are you the only Venusian here or are there others?" he asked looking at her as they walked. he was still curious to know more about her. his scanning eye could only id the basics. everything else had to be asked.

"Unfortunately, they never are." Misery smiled lightly, clamoring over a fallen column to get to her ship. She hopped inside, checking everything out to make sure it was all in one piece. With the children of Earth, you never knew when one had decided to get inside and check around for themselves, usually wreaking everything they possibly could and then some. Nevertheless, she knew that they were just curious and forgave them without hesitation. Thankfully, no one had messed with her things this trip out, so she moved on to the interior, which, to be blunt, looked like the Gates mansion in it's hay-day. "No. I'm the only one here. I usually travel by myself."

Jason nodded. "i'm the only martian too. most of my people are still recovering from our own war and don't want to get caught in another one" he said. he looked around her ship. "you know with just a feww upgrades this could be one hellufa formidable ship" he said mostly to himself. he looked at her. "so is this where you live while you're here?" he asked looking at her. he hadn't come on a ship. he had used a martian planetary teleporter. it took a year to recharge itself so he was garunteed to stay on earth until that year was up..

Misery nodded, "It is pretty formidable on it's own, but it could definitely stand a little work. I'm not the best pilot around." She blushed lightly, knowing that she had essentially told him that she had crashed the ship. She looked around, though to her this seemed modest, she knew that it must look amazingly elaborate to him. "It is. I've been staying here for a few months, if that helps to explain why I haven't been present at any of the planetary council meetings."

Jason shrugged. "they don't let me delegate anymore so i wouldnt know." he said. "if you want me to upgrade the weapons and the steering column for you I will. I can help you become a better pilot too" he said smiling. "i was rated a first class fighter pilot. though when mars ran out of resources to build ships like that to keep up with the pace we destroyed them i became a ground troop" he said. He wondered if he could stay here, but he wouldn't ask that of a princess. "as for me i got here with a transporter. stupid thing takes a year to charge though so i'm going to be here awhile" he said not talking about where he had beeen living.

Misery nodded, soaking in everything he said like a sponge, taking a second to think on each word to sort through lie and truth. She was very good at sorting through lies. It was part of being a politician. Fortunately for him, everything he said sounded true enough to her. If she would have thought he'd been lying, he would have been out on the streets in no time. "You are more than welcome to stay here if you like." Misery offered, "If you're going to be here a while, I doubt you are going to find much better accommodations on this planet." She gave a quick, light smile, then her face went serious again, "If you feel a need to pay for it, then you can try doing something with the ship. It needs help, if I do say so."

Jason nodded and tossed off his cloak, revealing the plasma rifle on his back, two martian plasma sabers at his hips, a multi use backpack, and a rather muscular form. He walked to the steering column and mechanical arms protruded from the backpack and helped his hands in messing with the consol. he put protective goggles on his eyes to make sure he didn't screw up his good eye. after not ten minutes he stepped away. the overly complicated steering column infamous on venusian ships was now just two levers. "these controls are simple. pull back to pull up. foward to dive. push the right one foward to turn left, the left one foward to turn right. slide the controls left or right to do a barrel roll. slide them up to ascend and down to descend." he explained quickly. "if you want i could show you how it all works right now" he said. "oh and the two buttons on top are weapons. i'm still working on how the targeting matrix will work though so don't mess with them yet" he said.

Misery smiled, clearly impressed. He had seriously done that in just ten minuites? There was no. Way. But, perhaps it was a martian thing. It also could just be him, but right now she had a killer headache, so she decided not to think on it too much. She shook her head, "I'm a little tired right now, actually. I'll test it out in the morning." She started to walk down the corridor, then turned back to Jason, "If you want, you can take a break and rest for a while. I'm not planning on going anywhere for a long, long time."

Jason nodded. "yeah i'm going to get a bit of sleep" he said pulling off the backpack and setting it on the ground. he lay on his side, resting his head on the metal contraption. truth be told, he had designed it himself. his side of the war was going to mass produce it but hadn't been able to before the war ended. the mechanical arms, which responded to mental messages, gave a single martian the ability to do what took 8 martians eight hours in one hour, which was saying a lot. he closed his eyes. he didn't look all that comfortable, since he was sleeping on all metal, but he wouldn't ask for a bed.

Misery chuckled lightly, but not loud enough for anyone but her to hear. She walked over to him silently, sat on her knees in front of him and tapped his shoulder, "Need a bed?" She smiled for a second, but it didn't take to long for her face to go back into it's rigid, trained rigidness. She pointed down the hall with her thumb, "It's like a hotel in here. It won't be a problem to find you somewhere more comfortable than the floor."

Jason looked up at her. "you really should smile more often you know" he said smiling up at her. "if your ladyship wishes me to sleep in a bed than i shall" he said nodding. he still respected the fact she was a princess. mostly because he wasn't yet sure if she would like him being less formal around her. He sat up and rubbed the side of his head. the backpack had several ridges in it, showing that it couldn't be very comfortable at all to wear. but then again, it hadn't been designed for comfort, it had been designed for results.

Misery cringed a bit, "Please don't address me so formally. I get so much of it from my mother and father, I feel like they are nannies and not parents at all." She stood, her face still straight and serious. She had been trained by the palace to appear calm and emotionless for her entire life, not to smile. Ever. It was going to take a while to get into the habit. And then, when she got back, she would be expected to return to the severeness of palace life again. She had decided not to delve into the luxury of freedom so it wouldn't sting as much when she returned.