[Center][h1]Anastasia-The Start[/h1][/center]

Anastasia sighed. She saw the man sit in a corner, pull out his gun and start cleaning it. She may have loved fighting, but she didn't want others weapons in her office. She spoke up.

[color=steelblue]"Mr. Jericho. If you would please, try not to brandish weapons in here. If they see so much as a knife they'll have my ass. Please be careful with that. It'll be a pain trying to explain it. And of co..."[/color]

The ship creaked and shuttered, as if hit by debris. That was odd however. They were in a safe space in orbit. Nothing should have hit them. The only thing that could've caused that was... Shit.

She quickly broke her own request to Jericho not to have any weapons in the office. She reached under her desk, grabbing the rather large weapon. It was folded in three. She snapped it together, the entire gun reaching about the size of herself. She sighed again. Now she looked like quite the hypocrite. She spoke up.

[Color=steelblue]"Mr Jericho. Follow me. We're going down to investigate the engine bay. Cover my back. I don't want a hole in my back and my gut. Keep an eye out. We may have a good fight kn our hands."[/color]

She booted up her radio to Valerius. [Color=steelblue]"Captain. Take Patches and investigate the front of the ship. Please check the comms and navigation systems. I fear we aren't alone anymore in this orbit. Me and Jericho are going to check the engine. Ana out."[/color]

They treaded down the hallway. The engine roome quickly came upon them. She nodded to Jericho. She gave the signal to breach when ready. Her gun was locked, loaded and ready to roll.