[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=World%20Narrative&name=Bleeding_Cowboys.ttf&size=50&style_color=f26522[/img][/center][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/PaZzCuD.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr] [@Morose] - Gideon kept working until he could get things in order enough to at least fly the shuttle back to Vengeance. Sighing he doubted he would have it back up and fully running for a bit since he had to make sure the main ship was good to go before he finished here but at least getting it back and docked into place would be a start. Closing up the shuttle he plopped down in the drivers seat. "Well let's see if I can just get it back to the main ship without crashing it," he chuckled before starting the shuttle up and trying to take off. It didn't work. Rubbing his face he tried again, and again, till he finally smacked the console and it fired up. "See, I know what I'm doing," he laughed. "Just gotta show her some tough love," he added before taking off and heading back towards the Vengeance. [@Pundii] - Anisa sighed as she looked over towards Jackson and picked up the file. She understood why he was angry and she couldn't blame him but sadly she also saw Camilla's point of view. The woman had saved their asses today and it wasn't the first time. She had proven herself time and time again and had it been anyone else the three of them would probably be friends but because of her past and who she had been engaged to things had never gone well. Looking over the files for a moment she shut them up and tossed them onto her desk before huffing her bangs out of her face. [color=f26522]"I'm beginning to wonder if we are becoming the very thing we hate,"[/color] she said staring off blankly towards the wall. [color=f26522]"Jackson, there's got to be a better way. This isn't how [i]she[/i] would want you living,"[/color] she said quietly. It wasn't often that Anisa brought up Jackson's long deceased wife, it was basically one of those topics that were not brought up but Anisa was tired of seeing him so beaten down by everything. [@Pundii] - The call rang in, and rang, and rang (or beeped, however you want to take it) - coming in through Camilla's private channel - something each of the crew had in their own quarters. The screen flickered for a moment before it lit up and Camilla appeared on the screen. She wasn't looking at it yet, her head tilted down as her blonde hair framed her profile. She was dressed in a worn tank top stained in blood as she was adjusting the bandage on her shoulder after climbing up and down ladders. Slowly she turned to greet whoever was calling her. She looked upset and furious as her face turned but as soon as her blue eyes came to the screen it melted away into shock and confusion. [color=f6989d]"Gregory..."[/color] she gasped out. The light that Jahosafat had been talking about earlier was just as he had said, gone from her eyes. [color=f6989d]"Is that really you?"[/color] [@Dragoknighte] [@Sigil] - [color=gray]"Then yes, by all means. Go and help my illustrious comrade. I am sure he will be most appreciative of the assistance. The man is never one to turn down hard work but work is made quicker and more enjoyable when there is two to tango my good man!"[/color] he said in a rather happy voice as that broad smile crept back across his features. Letting Lt. Harper head out he turned his attention fully to Carla. [color=gray]"Well let us see if we can get you all taken care of before they bring the rest of my precious cargo to the medical bay,"[/color] he said as he allowed her to take her time to get her shirt sleeve rolled up and he finished prepping the vials he would need. Turning back to her as she was ready he took her arm gently in his fingers and looked over the scar for a moment before he got to the actual process of drawing her blood. [color=gray]"Now that is a mighty bit of scaring young woman. Dare I ask what tale can be told from it?"[/color] [@Dragoknighte] - [color=fff79a]"I swear to Christ, you are making this place look like we just slaughtered Able here on the prep table,"[/color] Atticus said as Gene walked in. Sighing he wiped the blood from his hands and shoved a bowl on the floor and under a long stream of blood falling to the floor. The last thing he wanted right then was for the Captain to come back into the kitchen area and blow up because the place looked like they had re-enacted the shoot out from earlier right there where they were supposed to be eating dinner in a few hours. [color=fff79a]"So, where did you go?"[/color]