[center][color=#4dff4d][h1][hr]Benji Baker[hr][/h1][/color][/center]
[indent]As he inhaled, his chest elevated while his ice green eyes squinted, studying her cybernetic arm. Before Project Renascence, before the cryo-tanks-- when earth was still home, his profession of a doctor had been vastly replaced by machines. Once man mastered the machine to execute medical procedures, there was a realization that machine never grew fatigue, nor tired during surgeries. There was fate that a machine does not error when perfectly engineered. But Benji's profession of a natural doctor was not completely hopeless, because to claim that a machine is [i]perfectly[/i] engineered is debatable to some. To some, the thought of a machine sowing the stitches to seal one's fate, was repulsive or frightening. Natural doctors studied traditional medical practices, rather than the popular modern alternative that integrated more technological and engineer classes in the course. The physical body is second nature to Benji, not the synthetic one. Whatever Echo was doing with her arm was beyond Benji, but he had a suspicion. The cylinders clicking in rotation, gave him unease as he was reminded of the sound a gun makes when cocked back. Another reason why he felt anxious by her arm's re-calibration, was because it was not normal. Why was now, a time when he just nearly labelled himself a threat, the only time he has ever witnessed her robotic arm functioning like that? 

His hand maneuvered its place against the sword's hilt, but this time, it did not simply rest there. Instead Benji began to lift the sword from its sheath. Yaz? Really? No, she was not his enemy, not even close. The blade was only raised an inch before he cancelled out his own fear in replace for reason and rational, something he was in dire need of. 

Finally he exhaled, sighing, [color=#4dff4d]"Ain't that the million dollar question?"[/color] He eyed back at Echo's door, now wondering if it be a better idea to stick his original plan of first explaining himself and the current chaotic situation, instead of jumping the gun and getting to Echo's room no matter what. [color=#4dff4d]"I know your not lying when you say you're... scared. You did that weird thing with your arm, that's not normal I've never seen or heard you do something like [i]that[/i]... until now when I pulled a dick move on Owen."[/color] Benji stepped back from the door, [color=#4dff4d]"Gah... I really want to get in there. I probably could, if I wanted to. But that just means I am walking away from the mess I already made with the slight chance that I'll just make an even bigger one. I know what I did to Owen was real screwed up, and I'll be a man and face my consequences for it...[/color] He turned towards the hall. [color=#4dff4d]"We can worry about Echo once I explain... everything. Or least what Pseudo showed me on the ship's surveillance. It is what started all of this."[/color]

[center][h3][hr]The Artemis: Kitchen[/h3][/center][hr]
All pigment in Benji's face had vanished till it was nothing but pale. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen where Owen and Tahlia were located, he swore he could throw up right then and there if he did not toil with ever muscle in his body not to. 

The same window that revealed to the rest of the six that they were no longer on earth but space, was stained with streaks of jet red. As for Owen's nose, no one needed a doctor like Benji to know that its crooked shape and the swelling that surrounded it, meant something was seriously wrong. From the broken nose to the busted lip, Owen's face and even neck was coated in blood.

This was exactly what Benji feared, and it was all because he lied to the Britheians to get Owen out of his way. [/indent]