[color=9e0b0f]"I don't intend to launch myself out of the airlock unless I need to, Miss de la Roche" [/color]Reena stated to Adalaide, tactfully ignoring her barbed comments on the location of her quarters. The navigator was far from the first to complain about her living on the opposite end of the ship, of course. Sure it wasn't her fault that the imbecile who designed this ship only put the environmentally sealed rooms in the rear, but that didn't stop people from whining about it. Why was it so hard to comprehend the idea that she couldn't live in this thing? Most Skinners couldn't stand to wear the same clothing for longer then a day, so why in [i]ghass[/i] would people assume that she could spend a week sealed in this environmental suit?

"Monroe be advised:" Neera's comm system echoed. "An unidentified object has latched itself onto the back of the ship. Looks humanoid. Someone needs to check it out before we warp out of here."

[color=9e0b0f]"Probably just an old droid," [/color]Neera pondered, mostly to herself. [color=9e0b0f]"Or maybe a dead prisoner. I'll let Tymea worry about that for now."[/color] Instead, Neera walked up behind Adalaide's console, where the ship's computer was trying to get a clear view of the three space adventurers now crowding around a fourth, suspiciously still figure, all in the midst of a debris field that was presumably an enemy vessel.

[color=9e0b0f]"Any idea what the big damn heroes are up to?"[/color] Neera asked sarcasticly, trying to discern what the Captain was trying to do out in the vacuum of space.