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	[b][i][color=f26522]Retribution:[/color][/i][/b] Things on the ship are going smoothly and the crew is doing what it can to get everything loaded up and stowed for now but there has been a bit of a hiccup. Retribution was not set to leave port for another three hours so not everything has been delivered yet. The rest of the food and medical supplies are still on their way, it will be at least another hour before anyone can go anywhere. 

	Another hail comes through the comm. Once the bridge answers the hail, the vid will show [url=http://popcultureblog.dallasnews.com/files/2014/07/merylstreepgiver.jpg]this woman[/url]; Admiral Thorton for the Alliance. "Captain Quinn, you will be receiving a new addition to the crew shortly; one Doctor Moreau. Former Commander. Do not leave port without him."

	[b][i][color=f26522]Vengeance:[/color][/i][/b] Temperatures are climbing a bit on the planets surface but thankfully things at least physically are not heating up within. The repairs still look to take two to four days to get finished. It may go a little faster if there were more hands to help, or who knows more hands may just slow Gideon down and make things worse. For now, you all are stuck. Outside of the ship the coast is clear for now. 

	[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Anisa Crowe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/fQumeM7TIRMWY/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b] Dining Room -> Outside The Ship[hr][/center]

	 Anisa's eyes narrowed towards Atticus as he started in one his little bible verse of the day. It was bad enough he would spout of scripture when ever he seemed to feel like it. It was ten times more aggravating as he piped in when she was already near the limit of her tolerance for anything biblical. A busted up ship and being late for a drop off was enough to make her level of patience absolutely none. 

	The sound of each of her knuckles popping could be heard as the line of her jaw stiffened. Taking a slow step over towards the table. Placing each of her palms on the edge of the table as she watched the man shuffle the deck of cards, right then even the sweet sound of them folding together was irritating her. Lowering down a bit she got on eye level with the man as the tips of her fingers curled under the edge of the worn wooden table. The look in her eye would have been one that Atticus would have known well, the entire crew knew that look. 

	[color=f26522]"Like the moment I finally put a bullet in your skull? I'll remember that,"[/color] she hissed through clenched teeth as she righted herself, her hands still remaining gripped to the edge of the table. A suddenly heft up and the other side of the table dipped down as she half flipped the thing, hoping to spill the Preacher out on his bible beating ass. 

	She didn't bother to stay and see if it worked, the sound of the table legs hitting the ground as she dropped it back into place. Turning on her heels, the sounds of them clacking against metal letting the crew know that she was headed not towards the bridge anymore but down to the main cargo area and out the back of the ship. Anisa figured it was time to get herself a breath of fresh air. 

	Stepping outside she sat down on a crate outside of the loading dock and pulled out her pack of cigarette's. Hitting the bottom of the pack a few times until the butt of one slide out slightly. Wrapping her lips around it she pulled it out fully and shoved the pack back into her pocket before lighting it. Taking a deep breath, she held it for a moment before blowing it out roughly, her bangs flying out of her face only to land right back over her left eye and cheek. It was going to be a long day. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fff79a]Atticus Pearson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://oohlo.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/5-23-coop.gif[/img][hr][b][color=fff79a]Location:[/color][/b] Dining Room[hr][/center]

	Atticus watched Anisa closely and though to himself [i]here it comes.[/i] He knew that look all too well, figuring he received it far more often than the rest of the crew did. Most on the ship at least seemed to try not to ruffle her feathers or get her dander up but Preacher wasn't the rest of them. It was as if he had a death wish the way he kept on where she was concerned. Her looks, threats, and even all out physical attacks never seemed to phase him or even make him consider stopping. 

	[color=fff79a]"And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: Revelation 6:9,"[/color] he said calmly as he kept shuffling the cards. His eyes never leaving hers as she righted herself. Figuring she was about to spout off another threat at time. 

	It threw him off a bit when suddenly the end of the table where he had his legs propped up dropped and he did indeed start toppling over. His hands came up quickly, the deck of cards he had been shuffling flying up and out of his grip; floating through the air as he threw back one arm to brace himself against the back wall of the dining room and the other grabbing the edge of the table as it dropped back into place. 

	Looking over at Anisa as she stormed, the sound of her boots clicking against the steel making him shake his head a bit. Sighing he set his chair back down on all four legs and rubbed the back of his head lightly as he glanced around at the mess of cards all over the place. It was time to play fifty-two card pick up. [color=fff79a][i]"Ta ma duh...."[/i][/color] he mumbled under his breath before he reached out and started gathering his deck back up. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f6989d]Camilla Powell[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5sbac8GDF1rr9nl3.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f6989d]Location:[/color][/b] Engine Room[hr][/center]
	Camilla was about to say something when Lionel came along and her head cocked to the side, her brows furrowing a bit as she looked at the older man a bit surprised by entire endeavor. Pulling her hand to her mouth she bit at her thumb nail a bit as she waited for him to walk off and then shook her head. Seemed Gideon was getting the blunt of blame today. Granted, she couldn't blame anyone for how upset they were. Nearly crashing and having a fiery death wasn't usually on someone's list of things to do for a day, usually it on the list of what to avoid. 

	[color=f6989d]"Well aren't you the popular one today? Trying to get votes most likely to get shot into the black by Captain?"[/color] she said as a smirk crawled across her features and she dropped her hand. Stepping into the engine room fully she glanced around and nearly lost her composure when he asked if she would like to help. 

	[color=f6989d]"Only if you want me to just blow the place up. I suggest you handle this. You're the one that supposedly good with his hands,"[/color] she added, sticking her tongue out as her fingers ran across the shell of the main engine drive before dusting them off on her pants. Glancing over to him out of the corner of her eyes she finally did in fact laugh. [color=f6989d]"I didn't clean for a man when I was engaged and you haven't even bought me dinner."[/color]

	Stepping back over to the door way she leaned back against it as she crossed her arms over her chest and let out a bit of a huff. It was odd how Quinn would come up from time to time when she wasn't thinking. Just spouting something off like that, then suddenly he was back in the forefront of her mind and she could remember the look in his eyes as he gave the order back at the Valley that had changed everything for both of them. The huff of breath blew her hair out of her face and she held her hand out to Gideon. 

	[color=f6989d]"Fuck it, hand me something and show me what to do."[/color]