[center][h2]Jericho Joranis|Starchaser[/h2][/center]

When the ship had touched down, Jericho wasted no time in getting Ana on board and to the medical team, who wheeled her away to treat the acid burns and check for other abnormal effects the damage to her suit had had. Frankly, he was just glad to get her out of his arms and away from him. Not that he didn't enjoy the view, but he once more reminded himself that she could easily make the him he is into the him he no longer is. With a heavy sigh, and resisting the urge to put a round in Valerius's head to make himself feel better, he retired to his bunk, taking off his helmet and setting it on the pillow next to him. [color=Turquoise][i]One more joke. One more FUCKING joke, and I will shoot off his pinky toes...[/i][/color]