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	Things were changing and quickly. They had been for some weeks now. Looking around, Anisa noted that her crew now was made up entirely of people that were not part of the Vengeance. Dorothy had been the last of the original crew. Jackson was dead. Camilla was dead. Genevieve had left for richer prospects. Gideon had gotten hired on another vessel. Daphne had been fired. Dorothy was following her sister. Atticus was dead. Lionel had been a businessman and now was staying to do business on this planet for now. 

	This was a new crew. Bridgette was the only one now with a connection to Anisa, she came with baggage. Namely Cyril. Who seemed to be as innocent as a lamb. He was looking around, grinning to himself and looking confused but happy. The fluffernutter hung in the captains hand. [color=f26522]"What the fuck is a fluffernutter?[/color] she finally half whispered to Bridgette as she lifted the thing and looked at it oddly. 

	Jahosafat had been with the crew about as long as Foy and Harper had. Jahosafat could go elsewhere but they needed a doctor now more than ever. It wasn't so much bullet wounds he was concerned with but the fact the Captain seemed right on the edge and it seemed that tall viking looking chap had already dove straight off the edge. Harper he hadn't decided on yet. As mouthful as Jackie was and as quiet as Mei were, they actually seemed to be the two most stable mentally on the ship. Outside of himself and Foy of course. There was no better bred people than those of Farriday. 

	[color=gray]"Captain, my dear lady. I shall go and make arrangements for final burial?"[/color] the doctor asked, wondering if after everything they were going to stick around long enough to actually give the man a proper funeral. Anisa turned and looked at him. 

	[color=f26522]"No, we send him to the black,"[/color] she bluntly. A head turn later and she eyed Harper. He was new as well but shit happened and he was her pilot. [color=f26522]"Harper, ready for take off. I want to be in the black in five. Mei, make sure those who are leaving are off my boat in three. Everyone else, we hit atmo in five. I want hard burn."[/color]

	Cyril looked at Anisa. [color=fff79a]"Where are we going pretty lady?"[/color] he asked confused. He probably wasn't the only one since the woman had yet to tell anyone where they were headed. Just that they had a job and that they were heading off world. 

	[color=f26522]"The Rim. A moon of Deadwood."[/color] Her voice was blunt as she handed over the sandwich to Bridgette. Jahosafat quirked a brow. [color=f26522]"Set course for Babylon. Bridgette, you're my second."[/color]

	The doctors eyes went towards Foy. Babylon... No one went to Babylon. It was close to Miranda. It wasn't spoken about. The last tales of Babylon were from the old world. 

	[i]I am the Captain; I must be strong and I cannot falter. To give in, to bend, to break; I let down not only myself but them as well. I cannot risk that. I cannot be weak or doubt myself. They have already lost so much and I will do everything I can to ensure they lose nothing else. That is my job, that is my purpose.[/i]

	Straightening her back, whatever emotion she had held was gone and replaced with stoic Captains face. Huffing the hair out of her face. [color=f26522]"What you waitin' for? Shit or get off the pot."[/color] Turning she made her way towards the bridge. Jahosafats eye brows rose dramatically as he gave a lingering look to Foy and then headed down towards medical to make sure everything was secure. Cyril rushed over to Bridgette. 

	[color=fff79a]"I'm gonna watch!"[/color] he said quickly before rushing after Anisa to follow her. She caught a glimpse of him. They seemed to exchange a few words and then he got a bright smile on his face as he rushed ahead of her to the bridge and sat down in the second chair. His sister could move him if she wanted to sit.