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	[@Bluesky44] - With the withdraw of L.W. - Gideon will now be moved to the RP Shelf, the character will still receive rolls and such when situations arise but for now treat him as a Free For All NPC. Control as you need to finish gathering up stuff in the mines and get back to the ship. (Wing it if you will, going to give a lot of latitude since our mechanic is now an npc. Once back in the ship with the stuff, we will go from there.)
	
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Anisa Crowe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/31300000/Kate-kate-beckett-31313940-500-281.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b] Medical Bay[hr][/center]

	[color=f26522]"I need a gorham cup of coffee, black and strong,"[/color] she said lifting her head up for a moment before letting it fall back down. Smirking slightly she gave an appreciative nod towards Dorthy. [color=f26522]"You did good, I'll be up shortly."[/color]

	[color=f26522]"Oh cork it Jackson, you know as well as I do it will take more than death to stop me from being Captain of this ship,"[/color] she said rolling her eyes a bit. Turning her head towards him she gave him a sympathetic look. [color=f26522]"I'm fine,"[/color] she reassured him in a whisper of a voice before she reached out and took his hand. It might have seemed like a tender moment, a touch of her hand to his to give him comfort from worry but even it was it was quickly over with as she used the leverage to sit up and swing her legs off the edge of the medical bed. She hated being on one of those things. 

	Groaning slightly she let go of him and reached down, pressing her hands to the side of the bed on which she sat. Curling her fingers over the edge of it on either side of herself as she lowered her head and fought off the dizzy feeling. She would have rather just climbed into bed in her room but now was not the time for the crew of the ship to see her weak. She had to be strong now and alleviate any thoughts that their captain was not at full. Taking a deep breath, she did what she always did; she sucked it up, buried it deep and let her feet hit the floor with determination as she stood up right; not letting the pain in her tigh or the rest of her flicker in her eyes. [color=f26522]"Alright, give me a status update,"[/color] she said as she looked back over to Jackson. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=gray]Jahosafat Moreau[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://www.hippoquotes.com/img/wild-wild-west-artemus-gordon-quotes/smith.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=gray]Location:[/color][/b] Lounge (Sealed Off)[hr][/center]

	Jahosafat slowly released his hand from his side arm as he knelt down in front of the crate as the fog of the chilled air cleared visions way. Taking a breath he looked over the unconscious Reaver before reaching over it and pulling the lid back in place, going through the various motions to ensure it was locked back into place and secured before he turned his attention to the two very confused men. He couldn't blame them for any fear or shock they may have been experiencing. He had gone through similar when he was originally approached. Standing up slowly he turned to face them and rested his hands at his sides. 

	[color=gray]"You can holster your side arms at this time gentlemen. He is secure,"[/color] he said before moving over to a seat and resting himself down into it as if nothing spectacular was occurring. A relaxed look in his eyes as he reclined back somewhat and draped an ankle over his knee. [color=gray]"As I stated before Whitefall will be under Reaver attack soon if our calculations are correct. It is my job to find a way to either stop these former men, or how to..."[/color] He stopped, pondering his next words carefully. [color=gray]"Harness them."[/color]

	Sitting up he let his foot drop to the floor as he placed his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together before him. [color=gray]"As you are aware the PAX is mostly just a chemical that calms people, far too much mind you. That 1/10th of 1% of the population it affects in this manner,"[/color] he said pointing over at the now sealed crate, [color=gray]"is what I am appointed to figured out. Genetic mapping my good fellows. I need to find out what in certain ones of us can be triggered to become that. Once I am able to do that, I am to develop a means of suppressing that specific gene or hormone or whatever it could rightly be so that as our War against the Reavers continues they will not be able to increase their populations anymore."[/color]

	Standing up he slipped off his over coat, draping it over the back of the chair gently before rolling his sleeves up. Once they were pristinly in place he opened his medical bag and pulled out a small kit. [color=gray]"First things first, I will need blood sampling from each member of the crew to compare with Jayne's here. I need to know if any of you are possibly future Reavers."[/color]