[b][center]Docking Bay Six[/center][/b]

	Craig made his way down to the docks as the Twins brought in the transport from Earth Tower and waited for the bay doors to open. When they did a rather shocked expression came over his features when he laid eyes on who came out. This was not who he was expecting.  He actually didn’t know who to expect but it certainly wasn’t this person. A younger man about Silvias age stepped out carrying several small crates and walked over to Craig, setting them down.  He stood a little less than six feet tall and was moderately built with sharp facial features and even sharper eyes, the color of amber. He smiled over to Craig and held out his hand to shake it once the crates were set down safely. 

	“Hey Craig, where do I need to take these to?” Marx asked quickly as he looked around.

	“Um, the infirmary,” he said, stuttering over his words slightly, not sure what was going on.

	“You okay?” he asked quickly as he picked up the crates once again.

	“Ye…yeah, this the stuff Silvia is waiting for?” Craig asked as he watched the man.

	“Yup, she told me to get it to her on the next transport, so here I am,” Marx answered as he started to walk towards the elevator. Not waiting for Craig. Craig looked around quickly and then ran off after him.

	“What about the replacement I asked for?” he said as he caught up with Marx as he was entering the elevator.

	“I’m it,” he stated bluntly as he waited for Craig to push the correct floor. Craig looked at him even more confused as he pressed the button for the floor of the infirmary.

	“But you’re head of security for Earth, how in the hell can Crisin spare you?” he asked as the elevator took off to the designated floor.

	“Simple, Silvia is her daughter for lack of a better term. Shit is hitting the fan here. She wanted the person Silvia trusted most here. That’s me,” Marx stated flatly.  “Don’t worry, I train security on Earth, my staff is more than capable of taking care of things for me for a bit while I am way,” he said as he waited for the elevator stopped on the floor of the infirmary and waited for the doors to open.

[b][center]The Infirmary[/center][/b]

	Silvia made her way into the infirmary with Ailen and moved straight to an operating room without a second glance before she put everything down and motioned to the cold table that was in the middle of the bright room. “Yes, I can see you running a tower when your head isn’t up your ass,” she said quickly as she began to unpack what she needed on the rolling tables that were scattered throughout the room and pulling the monitors over to the operating table before walking over to a long table against the wall and dumping out his broken arm pieces onto it. “Don’t worry about the staff anymore; that is my job. I’ll take care of them the same as I take care of you,” she said as she went through the pieces and started to salvage what she could. “Well I’ll be gentler with them, they haven’t pissed me off yet,” she hissed slightly as she worked.

	“Now lay down because I am going to have to pull the port out of that arm and replace it completely,” she said without looking over to him.  Hearing the elevator doors open she looked up slightly and leaned back a bit before shouting. “In here Craig!” Looking back at what she was doing she didn’t notice Craig and Marx enter the room and Marx setting the crates down on the floor. “Thanks Craig, you can go, I got this,” she said, still not looking over.

	“What? No hello from my Angel?” Marx said as he crossed his arms over his chest and faked a pouty lip like he was hurt emotionally. Silvia froze before dropping what she was doing and looking over to him. He just laughed and she ran over to him. Marx continued to laugh as he held his arms out for her and wrapped them around her waist; Silvia burying her head against him as she hugged him tight. “That’s better,” he joked.

	Silvia leaned back and smacked him across the face. “What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped.

	“I love you to,” he chuckled as he rubbed his cheek. “Craig needed a replacement for his second in command while he is out of commission. Crisin sent me,” he said with a shrug. Looking over at Ailen he smile and held his hand out to shake it. “Hey, that must be you. Marx, HoS of Earth Tower,” he said in a friendly voice.

	Silvia felt her personal com connection go off and turned to check the portable, seeing the message from Ashala she smiled and made a mental note to get back to her as soon as she could but right now she had to take care of Ailen before she could do anything else.