After Grady and Alex had subdued their own pyurgist, Alex rolled her limp body off of himself, and sighed. Grady issued orders, and he nodded, standing up and brushing himself off. "Right-o." He said to himself. "Wounded get off this ship, if you can help, take the dead over to ours." He pointed at two sailors. "Get her over on our deck, and watch her. And get a few more strongarms over here." The men nodded and hustled at his orders. He ran a hand through his hair, and looked around at the bloodshed. 

Alex enjoyed that shade of red, the deep vibrant kind that came from arterial blood. Alex drew his pistols and reloaded them, and was holstering them when Errol's boys showed up. "Right lads, uh. You three, are to go below decks and get a hold of our guys." Alex said. He surveyed the scene again, their wounded and dead back on his ship, and the marines who had defended their vessel sitting on the deck. Once the infiltration crew had come up, waited until they were on the [i]Aleph null[/i], then the boarding party, and finally he stepped off last. As they removed the boarding planks from the other ship he sent runners to gather others that didn't know to meet in the wardroom. Once they were off, he stooped down and scooped up Rei and carried her off to her room to lay her in her own bed. 

After dropping Rei off, Alex went to the boarding party next and handed them a bottle of rum. "Good work today, Lads." He said. "Extra rum ration on the house for your work." He said smiling at them before stepping back out. He made certain to stop at end wounded man's cot and make sure they were fine, or asleep. Those that were awake he reassured they had done a fine job. Finally finished with his detours, Alex made his way to the Warroom and stepped in, the last one there. He nodded to everyone that was there. "Sorry about the delay, was checking on the lads. Didn't have time to tidy up" Alexander said with a toothy grin. His hair was still disheveled, and flecks of dried blood splatter were on his face. On Alex's arms and hands that volume of dried blood was a bit higher, as was expected of someone who had been in the thick of the fighting for several minutes. 

Alex made his way to his chair, and reached down, undoing the belt he wore around his waist, with the holstered sword and pistol, and draped it over his chair back, taking a seat. "What did I miss?"