[center][h2]Anastasia[/h2][/center]

Anastasia nodded and thanked the doctor. She quickly walked around the room and observed the pods of the remaining members. She shook her head in sadness and turned towards the captain.

"Well it doesn't matter now if you were an official captain or not. You couldn't even be called a captain anymore. Most of your crew is dead. From 100 persons down to only 35. You still have enough TO operate this ship. But don't expect extreme efficiency. Most of them choked when they entered their chamber. Faulty tubes."

 She looked at the face of one girl. She focused on it. It had a twisted face of terror, the one of realization that you weren't going to live.

"A pity really. However, I can operate a lot of this machinery on my own. I'll fill in any position necessary. Starting with booting up communications."

She walked into the comms room and prepared her remaining arm. Its fingers twisted into little wires, entering the panels of the circuitry. The sound roared to life. After she finished booting it up completely, the electronic screen buzzed to life, revealing a familiar face. Egypt. Asim. A good friend of hers. He was bloody and beaten.

[i]"Help Russia! Please Help! They're after me!"[/i]

Anastasia blinked for a second, before turning to the captain with a pleading in her eyes.