[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ebc79e]Kayala Stalack[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyq3r0KuOi1r21rs4o1_500.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Main Hold -> Her Quarters[hr][/center]
	
	[color=ebc79e]"Of course Ma'am,"[/color] she said gently to the senator. Kayala nodded towards the Captain as she left and made her way back down to her quarters. She had several Faces that she could use and had on stand by; wanting to sort through them and get them organized before they reached their destination. The issue with the ship didn't phase her, she knew it was well under control and that there was nothing to worry about. Their mechanic was top notch, if nosy, and always kept them flying. Plus there was nothing she could do to help out with that particular issue, so it was best that she stuck with what she knew instead of trying to press herself into a matter that she would only complicate by her very presence. 

	Closing the door behind her as she stepped into her room she glanced around, the place was a mess. Well, not really. To look at it, it was probably one of the neatest, cleanest, and most organized rooms in the ship. Yet for her right then it was a total pig sty. Sighing to herself she reached up and brushed back her bangs a bit before getting to work. Dusting, organizing, and more. She knew if she didn't take care of the [i]mess[/i] first she would just keep thinking about it and worrying about it until she actually got to it; which would take her focus off her Faces and could lead to oversights. This would not do. 

	Once everything was in order she pulled out trunk after trunk of her various Faces and started to get to work. Her mind centering on blank for now. She was a canvas and needed to be blank for a Face. One did not draw a masterpiece on top of another, so it was with Faces. Each detail was added over the empty space in her mind, letting each one fill in as needed until a complete personality, voice, accent, and look was in place. Though she had not settled on exactly which face she intended to put to use, the ones she had narrowed it down had similarities; so she drew from those for now. Once she knew more she would pinpoint just which one would be most useful for the venture and to aid the crew in the best possible way. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Morgbra Bonwoo[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://i.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/will-smith-fresh-prince.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Medical Bay[hr][/center] 
	
	Today wasn't shaping up to be anything out of the ordinary for Morgbra, it seemed that most mornings these days were spent with him getting up, telling himself he looked oh so pretty in the mirror, before making it down to medical and then playing a little game with Jaina. After which he would always get a page to come see the damage she had done. It was nothing serious, most just liked to come in there to get away from her or out of her path. It was safer in the Medical Bay when it came to Jaina's antics than anywhere else in the ship. Jaina hated Med Bay, so unless something big happened she wouldn't enter. He was lucky if she even poked her head in to see him on days he was busy.

	Bruises and bumps where tended to, cuts were cleaned, an one broken bone was set. It wasn't anything his staff couldn't handle but he did enjoy his work and insisted on being there for as much as possible. It didn't matter if it was a sniffle of a sniper round, he wanted to be hands on. Most all of the crew knew he was once on the Rebel side and several had a problem with that but when you are bleeding out you tend to stop worrying about where a person came from as long as they could make it stop and keep you breathing. It was because of his skill and dedication as a doctor that he had won over a fair amount of the crew. Sure there were still people who questioned him but he didn't let it get to him. In fact he thrived on it. It just meant he had to keep working. 

	Would he ever go back to the other side? Sure, and he didn't hide that fact. He was a healer first and as long as he could do that, he would continue to for the Empire. If they tried to stop him like that one fucktard, he would walk. They knew that. Commodore knew that and to her credit, she never got in his way. They were two very different people but they both wanted the same for the crew; their survival. 

	"And another thing," one tropper was trying to state as Morgbra finished bandaging up his wrist. The man had been going on for the last twenty minutes about Jaina being a drain on the staff. Morgbra had finally had enough as he finished securing the wrap. 

	[color=f26522]"If I were you, I would look out to where you are walking and start walking out of this medical bay before you need some real attention for a true wound and I am far too busy taking care of an ingrown toe nail to tend to the bullet in your chest,"[/color] he said before turning and pulling his gloves off; walking away from the man to go over to another patient. The man looked at him oddly but got the point and hurried back to his post.