[b][center]Mor of Altenian Tower[/center][/b]

	Silvia rubbed her temples slightly before righting herself in her chair; now that the disaster had been averted her anger towards the entire situation was beginning to show. Looking over towards the main monitor her eyes narrowed at the man sitting there. Pushing herself out of Tower Lead chair and taking a few steps forward she crossed her arms over her chest.

	“Are you stupid?” she snapped at a middle aged man that looked like he may have been Earth Born had it not been for the long neck and large forehead.  It was the Tower Lead for Gamma 5, an advanced race known for their brains but apparently in the eyes of Silvia he had none.

	“Excuse me?” he snapped

	“You heard me Malone, are you stupid? Do you have a brain either in that skull of yours or between your legs?” Silvia barked brazenly towards the man as she stood her ground watching him. 

	“Bitch, you know I do!” he growled towards her. 

	“Really? Because I thought a Tower Lead knew better than to throw a vessel towards a tower without first making contact with the Talent catching the damned thing!” she said matter-of-factly as her fists balled up and her arms dropped to her sides.

	“It was a routine Throw and Catch! Tristan catches it every week!”

	“I don’t give a flying fuck if it is a routine catch! This is one regulation GTC got right! You make contact first! If you ever toss another vessel towards [i]my[/i] Tower again like that I will personally melt your brain matter, you got that?” Silvia hissed as she took another step closer to the monitor. 

	“Is that a threat?” he demanded to know.

	“That’s a promise you scientific proof that evolution can go in reverse!” she snapped before turning her back to the man. “Cut transmission!” she yelled at the crew in general. Craig cut the transmission and leaned against the wall laughing so hard he could barely breathe. Coughing a few times he righted himself before looking over towards Ailen and nodded. “Yes, over there on my desk, the blue crystal drive. If you would Ailen have a Basic grab the files and take them down to, who I am assuming is Miss Silvia, quarters."  Smiling he walked over and extended his hand to Silvia. “Head of Security Craig,” he said. 

	Now that Silvia had a chance to actually look at the man she coughed slightly before looking over towards Ailen. “You weren’t kidding,” she said before taking the mans hand and shaking it slowly. “Sorry, new race,” she explained. Craig shrugged it off as he shook her hand before releasing his grip.

	“Nothing to worry about, not the first time, won’t be the last for me,” he said in a jovial voice. Perking a brow at what Ailen said he looked from Ailen and then to Silvia. “Do what?” Craig asked the both of them.

	“Ailen can explain the details but yes I think that would be the right thing to do at this time considering you are Head of Security. Craig, you are under direct order to report directly to me and me alone. Go it?” she ordered quickly. Craig looked confused for a minute but the smile on his face as broad. He didn’t care if he did understand what was going on at that moment. He was free of Tristans orders, he could deal with confusion.

	“Speaking of Tristan, where the hell is he? You said he was out cold?” Craig asked wondering just what in the hell had happened since her arrival. Silvia was about to explain when Tristan came barging into the Mor and stormed straight towards Silvia, getting just a few inches from him and towering over her as he glared down at her. Silvia just rolled her eyes and looked up at him slowly, a very happy smile gracing her lips.

	“What hello there Tristan, did you have a good nap?” she chuckled.

	“You little bitch, mark my word, you will pay for what you have done. I am going to make your life so miserable you will beg to get off this planet,” he hissed.

	“Oh, so no different than you treat everyone else in here?” she snapped and an audible gasp could be heard from various people in the room. Everyone wanted to tell Tristan off but most were afraid of what he would do to them. The rest were not afraid but they knew better and kept what they had to say to themselves so he wouldn’t make things any worse than they already were.  They knew better than to think he was as bad as he could get, he had always proved that he could do far worse than he already had and that kept everyone in line.

	“Listen you li…” Tristan began but was quickly cut off when Silvia did something no one had ever seen a T-1 Tower Lead or Tower Lead in Training ever do. Pulling a balled up fist back she let it fly, connecting with his jaw and sending him flying back into the Tower lead chair with a single unaided by Talent upper cut. He landed hard, the skin torn slightly from the punch and groaned as Silvia stepped up onto either arm of the chair and bent over to get in his face; a single pointed finger jabbing into his chest.

	“No, you listen you pompous, stuck-up, egotistical, snot-nosed, abusive spoiled brat! If you ever lash out at this crew again, if you ever bother the people of this planet again, if you ever attack me or threaten me again, if you ever act anything but the gentlemen to each and every fucking person in this galaxy again I will turn you from a roster to a hen with one thought!” Silvia snapped before hopping down. Turning around to look at him and seeing the look of fear that was crossing his features would have made her laugh like it was so many in the room already but she was too angry to find any humor right then.

	“You’re my bitch now,” she said in a flat tone. “Craig, throw him in his quarters, lock it down, cut all communications. I am issuing Regulation A-1523B, Abuse of Power by Tower Lead,” she continued before walking over to the control panel and opening up a channel to GTC Personal & Security. “T-1 Silvia Adenias assuming temporary control of Alentian Tower per Regulation O-34D3. Forwarding security records from Tristan Debutes personal quarters. Attack by Telepathy towards another T-1,” as she pulled a small crystal recorder she had hidden as a gemstone on her uniform and sent it through to GTC. 

	“Received T-1 Adenias, temporary control granted. The Tower is all yours,” a femine voice said through the com. 

	Craig happily picked the man up by his collar and drug him out kicking and screaming. Those in the tower Mor stood speechless for a moment before erupting in cheers. Silvia smiled over to Gaia and Ailen. “That was step two, now to get all these records on crystal drives and anything else you can find. My hold here is only temporary right now. Let’s make is permanent. We have a week,” she said with a wink. “And someone please place guards at his room, I know he will try something,” she muttered before walking over to the Tower Lead chair and sitting down taking a deep breath as the crew continued their celebration while they worked. Looking over to Gaia she pointed to her hair. “Think you could fix it before you head down to the infirmary?”


[b][center]Down In The Docks[/center][/b]

	Down in the docks no one had yet heard about what was going on in the Mor, nor of the attack on Silvia. It had all happened so fast. Workers moved to load up and unload cargo from ships. There was a lot of undelivered supplies to the various regions that Tristan had been keeping back because of wanting to keep the planet in its place and under his full control. Some items were food that had spoiled and needed to be tossed out and replaced, others were even supplies to the mines of equipment. The place was becoming over run and even though the workers down there were doing everything they could each dock was overwhelmed.

	The Roughneck Dock was the same but a bit more organized thanks to Ashlala but even she couldn’t keep it under control much longer. It would take a lot of work to get rid of the backlog even if Tristan gave them to okay the shipping to various points on the planet and more was set to arrive the following day. After a few minutes one of the dock managers that had been in the Mor during everything showed up in the Roughneck dock looking for Ashlala.

	Running over to her and explaining what happened. It took him a bit because he couldn’t stop laughing when he described what the tiny little new talent had done to Tristan. Eventually he got everything out and let Ashlala know to be ready for some big changes down in the docks and to have her crew rested and ready bright and early tomorrow morning. They were going to have their hands full finally being able to do what they were paid for.


[b][center]Brax’Na Village[/center][/b]

	The Brax’Na that had gathered and were awaiting a delivery from the Tower had all but lost hope that one would come today. They had heard rumors of a new T-1 that was supposed to arrive today and figured even their special deliveries wouldn’t be able to make it out today. They needed supplies and food desperately. The mining of the planet had all but stripped what little farming and herding lands there were and now they were nearly fully dependent on what the GTC sent them.

	When they saw the ship break the horizon a few approving grunts could be heard from between the various Brax’Na that were waiting. One of them slapped another on the shoulder. “Looks like Srath made it after all,” he said before crossing his arms over his chest.

	“Better him than someone from GTC,” the other one muttered before looking at the rest. “Alright, prepare to unload. We have a job to do,” he ordered before turning back around and awaiting for the hull to open and Srath to appear.