[b][center]Craigs Personal Quarters[/center][/b]

	Hearing the door slide open to his quarters Craig groaned deeply and rolled out of bed, rubbing his eyes slightly as he stumbled out of his bedroom and looked around to see who it was. Seeing Srath he waved slightly as he dragged his feet, walking over to the kitchen area and pulling out something to drink from the refrigerator. “You want something to eat or drink?” he asked as he turned around. “Sorry, almost no sleep in the last couple of days, it has been a mad house,” he added before taking a long drink from a caffeinated beverage he had had chilling. “Feel free to grab something while I explain,” he continued as he sat down in his chair and groaned slightly, stretching his arms over his head.

	“Okay, well Tristan is out. Thanks to files Ailen got to Silvia plus the attack on Silvia from Tristan in his private quarters. Sadly though Silvia couldn’t deliver the files to the GTC herself. Gwen, head of the Singers had to. Reason being is several hours ago, as you may have heard, there was an explosion at the Crystal Mines. Silvia was there, she managed to save Marx, who is head of security for Earth, and Gwens life but in doing so she got trapped in the mines. That Jun’Krama fellow went in after her since the Crystals were resonating and it would have driven any of the talents that went in mad. We just hope now, that Silvia is still mentally with us. There was another cave in thanks to the storms over the mine right now, so they are both trapped until the storm passes and we can send personnel back in,” he said before yawning deeply and taking a deep breath.

“So right now we have Gwen running things, Ailen looks to be transferred out to Earth, Silvia is trapped in the mines and I want Tristan off this fucking rock as soon as possible. With everything going down though, I cannot spare a single person to do the transfer. Two of my securities are missing and we think they had something to do with the explosion. You’re the only one I trust to get that piece of shit of a Tower lead to X-52 prison planet until I can revet the entire crew of the Tower,” he said as he looked over towards Srath.

	“You’d be paid well of course and you would be transporting not only Tristan but also the bounty you caught last night,” he said as he stood up and walked over to his desk, opening a drawer and tossing an envelope. “It’s triple your normal pay, plus the bounty fee from yesterday. That’s half. The other half when you get back and confirm that bastard is secure on X-52.”

	Sitting back down he rubbed his face a few times before looking back over to him. “Only thing I ask on top of that is that you let Ailen be the one to toss his ass into the cage for transport, and I don’t care what condition he arrives, as long as Tristan arrives alive,” he said as a smirk crossed his features. “So, we got a deal?”


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

Gwen smiled and shook her head as Ailen asked if there was anything she wanted. “No, I am good,” she answered before he left. Sitting back in her seat she began to wonder what all was going on and why the explosion in the mine. Turning the chair she looked out the window towards the Mines, the storm was still raging on but at least it was beginning to weaken. They would be able to send out the rescue crew once again and hopefully this time get Silvia out of the mines, as well as Jun’Krama. She had to wonder what was going on in there right then and if Jun’Krama and Silvia had beaten the hell out of each other yet. 

	It was no secret the Brax’Na hate for women or for talents, she had run into it herself working with them in the mines but some had been coming around. Gwen had saved several from small cave ins and even a select few had let her heal them but it was never put on record. She hoped that maybe Silvia could get through to their leader that they weren’t all bad. If Silvia couldn’t, she doubted that anyone could. Then there were the rumors that the GTC was tired of paying non-talents for their work in the mines and wanted the Brax’Na mining rights for themselves. She had dealt with the GTC on other worlds and seen the destruction they had caused. Entire races wiped out for a crystal mine claim, sometimes not even for that and the Brax’Na had the rights to the most powerful crystal mines in the galaxy. 

Marx paced the Mor, worried about Silvia, he couldn’t stay still and he was set to ship back to Earth in a couple of days. He couldn’t let them transfer him out until he at least knew she was safe but how quickly could the create a new mine entrance and dig Silvia and Jun’Krama out? And what about air? The sensors couldn’t read anything due to the storm, so for all he knew they were slowly suffocating to death. He looked over towards Gwen and then out the window. For once he wished he wasn’t a talent, then at least he could have been the one to go in after her but it seemed fate had other plans. Pushing the thought out of his mind he decided to start reviewing a file that Craig he sent up on the missing personnel. 


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

	Silvia stood her ground as she listened to Karras, folding her arms across her chest as she tilted her head back to look up at him as he spoke; her eyes narrowing somewhat as she began to grow more and more angry. Fists balling up as he spoke she felt a rage building up in her that she had not felt before, her eyes beginning to swirl and her hair flickering slightly as if there was a soft breeze blowing through the room, though the air around them remained still.

“So, that’s what you came down here for? To save some fucking woman that is only good bent over while you do your thing? Well let me tell you something shit doesn’t change overnight, I know this. I have been working for the last seven years just to get transferred to this hell hole of a planet,” she said as a single finger started poking him in the chest. 

“You want to know something else? Shit won’t change unless their leader mans up and has the balls to do what is right. To show his fucking people that the hatred and fear needs to stop. It’s up to your ass to show them the way, not hope and wait and pray that in time they will see and change. You have to lead them Karras! You! Their Jun’Krama has to let them know if some pathetic little talent of a woman has the guts to be willing to die to save them they need to stand up with her. If you can't stand openly beside me in this fight how can you expect them to! Shit happens, people die, I know this! I lost my fucking parents when I was child at a mining camp on Earth! A camp run by the GTC that was not properly set up and would flood every damn year. You have some fucking legend that keeps your people hating, I have personal loss. I want them gone more than any of you,” she hissed as she continued to poke him in the chest. Each word cold as ice and yet at the same time burning with rage. 

Every word she spoke slowly caused her to rise in the air until she was eye to eye with him. “And as far as saving your people alone. If that is what it fucking takes, then yes. I will do it alone! With or without you” she spat. “Just like I did with the cave in to save your ass! My life means no more to the world than a single life of any man [b][i]OR[/i][/b] woman in your village as far as I am concerned. If I die saving this planet or I die saving a single child of your village, it will be worth it to me! You got that Karras!” she said, finally finishing her rant. She was livid, her breath ragged as she floated there eye to eye with him, her finger stilling but still pushing against his chest.


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