[b][center] Safe Room[/center][/b]

	Silvia looked over to Karras and just pushed the supplies away. “I’m fine,” she said quickly as she slowly and with a bit more sure footedness than before pushed past him to see what was under the canvas. Pulling it back her face lit up, it was a Black Crystal. “That sneaky old bitch, god I love her!” she exclaimed as she pulled it off completely. It was unique, cut in the oddest shape, sharp edges instead of rounded ones but she could tell it had been cut and she knew the lines of the cutting. “Gwen did this,” she said as she placed her hand on the crystal and leaned in to get a better look at it. Her eyes widening somewhat as she looked deeper past the surface. Her eyes closing for a moment as she let out a soft note from her vocal cords and the crystal sang back to her softly. 

	Removing her hand slowly she smiled. “Well, I’ll be damned,” she said as she just stood there looking at it. “This must be the crystal she sent me the sample of. I wonder,” she said as thoughts began running through her mind before looking over at Karras. “Okay, give me an hour or two to recuperate and then we are going to get the hell out of here,” she said as she walked over to the table and grabbed the water bottle and some rags, cleaning the blood and dirt off her skin that was exposed. Once she was cleaned up she looked to be in decent condition, the wounds were closed and the bleeding had stopped. 

She would have some bruises and scratches for a day or two and one rather large hand print sized bruise on her flesh from where Karras had grabbed her to pull her into the safe room. Her fingers trailed over the bruise as she looked over to him. “Seems you left your mark on me,” she said with a laugh to him and smirked as she watched him with the weapon. “Don’t worry I won’t tell, long as you keep your mouth closed about me looking like this. We both have a reputation to keep up,” she said as she reached out and placed one hand on the weapon and the other over his. 

	“Like this,” she said as she flipped a few switches on it and it powered up. Stepping closer to him she explained how it worked, her fingers trailing over the gun, his hands and up his arms to his shoulders to show how to handle it. “See,” she said before powering it back down. “Maybe once we get out of here you can show me how to use a blade, you know, in exchange for this lesson,” she said as she looked up at him slowly. “Would only be fair,” she said with a faint smile. She found herself feeling slightly over heated again and looked away quickly. “So, yeah, you got it or need to me go over it again?” she asked as she looked back over to him and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.


[b][center]The Mor[/center][/b]

	Gwen leaned back in her seat and nodded to Ailens words, waiting for the channel to be opened. “I see, well that could come in handy,” she said with a wink towards Ailens mention of the bounty that was taken.  Placing her hands on the crystal receivers she powered up Silvias crystal and went silent for a moment as her eyes closed. Her expression was blank for a time before a smile came to her lips. “She’s alive, the crystal still sings to her,” she said quietly before opening her eyes once again and taking a deep sigh of relief. Marx jumping up with a fist pump in the air.

“That’s my Angel!” he shouted.

Turning her attention to the screen Gwen motioned for Ailen to hit the upload and broadcast button as a rather odd looking fellow popped up on the screen. His skin was pink and orange with a diamond shaped head and no hair. 

	“Afternoon Magistrate Velium,” Gwen said quickly.

	“Gwen? Wow, I didn’t expect a call from you. What brings you out of the mines?” the man asked, seemingly slightly confused.

	“Long story, I am just filling in a place that was already temporary as it was. You should be receiving some files as we speak. I need to make one position permanent and remove a problem from this Tower once and for all,” she said as she rose from her chair. Velium looked over the files and his eyes widened before quickly shaking off the expression.

	“I see, well it will take time you know.”

	“No it won’t,” she said cutting him off.

	“And why is that?” he asked in a huff.

	“Check the broadcast,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

	“You old bat you,” he said laughing. “You always knew how to cut through the red tape, alright, alright, but you owe me,” he said as her ran tentacle like fingers over his sharp jawline.

	“I mined your crystal; you still owe me for that. Let’s call it even,” she said with a stern voice.

	“Done!” he said with a bit a glee in his voice. “Give me a few minutes,” he said before he looked down and went to work. After around five minutes of silence and a lot of noise from key strokes he looked back over to her.

	“Alright, per GTC emergency regulations and rules governing T-1 Tower Leads the following has been granted. The Tower is now Silvias, you are to be her back up until if and when she replaces you with someone else. Tristan is to be moved off world and will take over the prison planet until his formal tribunal and restricted from ever setting foot back on Altenia. The Twins are to remain in lock down until the mine is cleared and Silvia recovered except for when needed in the Mor, when they are in the Mor they will be under strict supervision of second in command of security,” he said as he looked to Gwen.

	“I take it that is it our job to get Tristan off world,” she quipped.

	“He’s your problem,” the man responded before cutting transmission. Gwen smirked and looked over towards Ailen.

	“He ain’t our problem for long. Now we just need a ship and a pilot that can transport his ass. Got any ideas?” she said to Ailen as she sat back down in the chair.