[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0D6D83]Tom Fisher[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Security Offices[/center][hr][hr]

[color=0D6D83]"I appreciate your input, but I think i'm a better judge of what I am and am not ready to handle."[/color] He offered Ragari another smug smile, even as he spat at his feet. Turning to another officer, he gave him a nod. [color=0D6D83]"Go find some food for Ragari, whatever slop there in in the kitchens will do."[/color] He gave the officer another nod and sent him on his way. Turning away, he heard the alarms go off as he tilted his head up. He ignored Ragari's words and moved to a nearby console, checking with one of his officers as to what it had been.

Hearing the explanation, it didn't make a great deal of sense to him, at least not at the time. The alarm in relation to the incoming ship certainly made sense, Tom wasn't surprised it'd gotten that close however, it'd been scheduled for the day after. Somehow Tom doubted the catch was Tristan's doing, he probably wouldn't have cared to even get down there in time, he wouldn't have cared until the ship crashed into the tower, and if it had missed and crashed in the city, he probably wouldn't have cared at all. "Have a small team go down to the hangar and process the crew, find out why they came in so ahead of schedule."

Making his way to the elevator, Tom let out a sigh as he sent it back up to the MoR. That day had already been much more back and forth than the average one. Most of his days in the tower since he arrived had been dull, boring affairs with little to nothing actually happening, today was certainly not that. More might have happened on that day which was of particular note than any of his other days at the tower. The alarms were still blaring, and Tom idly tapped his knuckles against his teeth as he waited alone in the elevator, he did wonder if Silvia was involved, it would make sense considering how involved she'd been with everything else that day. He wasn't particularly against her involvement, but things had certainly picked up with her arrival, something he wasn't going to ignore.

As the doors open, he moved out and glanced around. He could see the viewport had been smashed outward, a cool breeze blowing in through it as he looked around. Moving up into the MoR properly, he glanced toward Craig. [color=0D6D83]"Turn those alarms off, what happened?"[/color] He asked, wanting to get Craig's two cents on it as he approached Silvia. Kneeling down to her height, he set his hand on her chin and lifted her head slightly. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he dabbed away some of the blood. [color=0D6D83]"When they're ready, you might want to get some of the repair team up here to fix that glass. I'll bring Silvia to the medical bay, call Tristan to get off his ass and come back down here."[/color] The last part of his order had an almost apologetic tone to it as he carefully lifted up Silvia in a bridal carry. Heading back toward the elevator with her in his arms, he waited for the doors to close before sending it down to the infirmary, sighing as he waited for it to head down, glancing down to the woman in his arms. [color=0D6D83]"Still able to hear me, Ma'am?"[/color]