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

	Gwen looked over to Ailen and smiled softly as she rose from the chair and walked over to him. “It isn’t a lack of faith in Silvia, it is a lack of faith in anyone else, even himself; when it comes to her,” she said before glancing out of the window of the Mor as the storm was breaking up. “It’s just he feels it is his job to protect her at all costs.  Silvia has been through a lot and no matter the circumstances, Marx seems to think there was something he could have done or should have done differently to protect her,” she said before looking back over to Ailen and shrugging. “I guess that is the older sibling mentality in him,” she added before wandering back over to the chair and sitting down. 

	Gwens  demeanor changed though when Ailen told her about the Jun’Krama, at first it was mild annoyance and then she laughed. “I guess that is just how some men thing but you never know. We used to have entire ancient societies like that on Earth, they eventually evolved. Who knows maybe he will, after hours with Silvia anything is possible,” she said before looking back over towards the window. “Then again, she could just put his ass through a wall and be done with it. She does have a temper on her.”

	Gwen was going to continue but the elevator doors opened and Craig stepped in, looking around for a moment before spotting Ailen and strolling right up to him with a big smile on his face. “Ailen, get out of the Mor and meet Srath at Tristans Quarters. It’s your job to toss his ass onto the ship that will take him out of here,” he said before wandering over to his desk and making a few adjustments in the computer log. “Craig to security detail, Ailen will be down shortly to retrieve Tristan for transport off world, overrides have been sent to you.”

	“Yes sir!” a happy duo of voices came through the com in response. Craig smiled, walking back over to Ailen before he could leave and looked him over. 

	“Make sure to get the bounty and toss him into the ship as well before Srath takes off,” he said handing Ailen the paper work that Srath would need at x-52 for the transfer. “Oh and one more thing, they just expect him to show up alive, they made no mention about condition,” he said with a wink before wandering over to Gwen and filling her in on what was going on.


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


	Silvia glanced over towards Karras as she ate. “Swords works against anyone, we all bleed,” she said as she watched him working with the gun. “They are always a good back up from what I have seen,” she added before taking a drink of her water. “But that was not the reason I retrieved it. Yes, your village will need help in defending itself against the GTC and yes our weapons will be able to help with that but your sword, well it is a link to your past I would think. As a civilization evolves, you don’t do away with the past entirely but find a way to keep a hold of somethings. A way to respect the past, even if it is only in spirit. Somethings need to be left in the past. Like hate, fear, animosity. Somethings I have seen in the Brax’Na should never be forgotten. Strength, skill, a will to survive. If nothing else, perhaps that sword can be a symbol that you don’t want your village to forget their past but to learn from it,” she said before looking away and closing her eyes.

	“Anyways, the sword looks good at your side,” she said as she sat there, listening as the hum became weaker and weaker. As he apologized it took everything in her not to choke on the water she was taking a sip of. Her eyes opening widely as she took a few deep breaths. That was a dramatic turn of events, taking a breath and wiping the water away from her lips she looked over towards him. “Thank you,” she said in an appreciative voice before laughing. “Oh trust me, I would love to cut him open myself but even if I could, I would leave that honor to someone else,” she said before rising and looking around. 

	“Okay, storm is almost over, I need to do a few things before it is to get us out of here,” she said as she began to rummage around the room, pulling out various drilling and cutting items and tossing them over on the table as well as other supplies she thought would come in handy. “You know, if you wanted I could bring your sword up to date, combine it with the technology we have so you could wield it in actual battle,” she said as a thought crossed her mind. “Maybe finding a middle ground between the sword and the gun. Something your people could use that wouldn’t be a complete jump out of their comfort zone but a step instead,” she said as she worked, waiting for the storm to fade completely.