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	[@Morose] - "Of course there is, it is all very technical, everything I do," Gideon laughs as he flies them back towards the Vengeance. Giving the console a light pat. "Gotta let her know she's loved to keep her in the air but sometimes you have to show her who is boss to get her off her ass to work," he added, still laughing as they headed back towards the ship. At her question he cocked a brow slightly. "Your sister?" he asked a bit confused if Dorothy was referring to her little sister or someone else. He shrugged slightly. "She's okay, good pilot and fun to be around at times," he said as they came back to the Vengeance and he docked the shuttle back in its proper place with the Vengeance. Standing up he rubbed the back of his neck lightly. "But if you mean something more, well.... I kinda of prefer my women a bit more mature," he said in a nervous laugh before a slight pink came to his cheeks. Grabbing his things he darted out of the shuttle and through the ship. Heading up towards the Dining room. "I'll fix your shuttle the rest of the way once Vengeance is taken care of," he said in passing to Gene before darting up to the bridge. 

	[@BlueSky44] - Daphne can hear what is going on in the dining room with Atticus, Gene, and Lionel clearly. What happens in Camilla's room she can't due to the door being shut and the console still needs repairs some she isn't even getting a notice that a call is being taken on a private channel. A bit of what is going on between Jackson and Anisa can be heard but it is muddled since Anisa isn't screaming her head off for once. After a bit Gideon does come waltzing in and grins over to her. "Ready to get your baby back in the air?" he asks before motioning for her to move so he can get to work. 

	[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Anisa Crowe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://stanakatices.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/6x03-2.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b] Her Room (1)[hr][/center]

	[color=f26522]"Yeah, she would have but that is not what I am talking about Lieutenant,"[/color] the Captain stated flatly. It was rare she ever called him by the rank he held during the war. She knew he hated it and it grated on his nerves but she was making a point. [color=f26522]"It was a war. Each side wanted to win and each fallen soldier wants their side to come out the victor so they can feel their deaths were not in vain. That's what we wanted. To have a victory so we could give meaning to everything we lost. The greater good but that isn't the case and we have to live with that."[/color]

	She knew she was pushing it but she had watched Jackson as Camilla spoke, she knew he had kept from laying into her the way he wanted because she had been standing there. If she hadn't she doubted either Camilla or Jackson would have walked out of the room without being hauled away on a stretcher. [color=f26522]"But I am talking about what she would have wanted for you. She wouldn't want you being like this. Years later, still mourning her, still unhappy, still blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault Jackie!"[/color] Jackie, a name she had called Jackson since long before there was even talk of a war. Sighing she stood up and hobbled over to him, the mask of the Captain faded away. The hard coolness she wore in front of her crew was gone. Right then it was just Ani, the girl that Jackson had grown up with. The same look etched on her face that was there anytime either of them got hurt dealing with the cattle or horses back on what had used to be their home. 

	[color=f26522]"She's want you to have moved on. To be happy Jackie. To find something to smile about. She'd want that for you because she loved you. That's all anyone that loves someone wants. For the person they love to be happy,"[/color] she said quietly as she reached out and squeezed his bicep lightly before letting go. Sighing she hobbled past him and headed over to the ladder which lead out of her room and up to the rest of the ship. Resting her hand on one of the rungs of the ladder she stopped and glanced over her shoulder towards him. Looking at him slowly before she spoke again. [color=f26522]"That's all I want for you Jackie."[/color] 

	[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fff79a]Atticus Pearson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/7f12444634d8788464634a6465147794/tumblr_o9k5vxQTk41s6bf4go1_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=fff79a]Location:[/color][/b] Dining Room[hr][/center]

	[color=fff79a]"Well thank God above that you weren't hurt and that Dorothy didn't have to bring you back here and rush you to the med bay. Couldn't have you scarred, would be messing with the Lords fine work,"[/color] he jested, not really being clear if he was speaking sarcastically about what she did for a living or just about the lord creating her as pretty as she was. It could be taken either way but knowing Atticus it was a little bit of both, though he was one of the few people on the ship that didn't have any problem with what Gene did. She knew what she wanted and wasn't prideful about it, so that was good in his book. Plus, he wasn't one to cast a stone when he had a log in his eye. 

	[color=fff79a]"We're attempting and mostly failing at being great chefs but sadly they didn't teach me horse roasting to prepare for the pulpit,"[/color] he chuckled. Glancing over at Lionel he nodded. [color=fff79a]"God yes, if you have any skill in the kitchen, please help us before we ruin it,"[/color] he said stepping back. [color=fff79a]Either way, I will start cleaning up the mess, you take over with Lionel, you can't do any worse than I am,"[/color] he said before turning and getting started on the cleaning process as Gideon came by and basically ran through the place even as he told Gene that he would get her shuttle fully fixed up later. 

	[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f6989d]Camilla Powell[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://img.pandawhale.com/100832-Charlize-Theron-Hancock-gif-Im-iour.gif[/img][hr][b][color=f6989d]Location:[/color][/b] Her Room (5)[hr][/center]

	Camilla just sat there, looking at the screen as if her world had just been turned upside down and in a sense it had. She had never expected that she would see him again, much less hear his voice. Every since she had left distance had been kept. It had to be for so many reasons. She was working for people he hunted, she was wanted by the Alliance for Treason. Yet there he was right before her. The woman didn't know if she should be terrified that he knew how to contact her which meant he might know just how to find her and the crew, if she should be relived to see that he was still living, or angry that he hadn't tried to reach out to her sooner. Everything was spinning through her as she just sat there staring at him and waiting for him to say something, anything at this point. 

	When he finally did speak he was barely able to say her name. Why was he contacting her now? Was he trying to reach out to her? Or was there more to it. She doubted it was to try to trick her, that wasn't his game and the look in his eyes told her there was more going on she just didn't know what that could be. There were a million reasons he was contacting her an each one seemed more ludicrous than the one before it. One that struck her and hit her with a wave of fear that washed over her features was that she had just opened the box that Anisa had found, an Alliance box... Was there a beacon on it? She hadn't noticed one but time had passed since the Battle of Serenity. Maybe there was a tech that she wasn't familiar with. 

	Swallowing slightly, she couldn't help but reach out, her fingers touching the screen and running over his features before she pulled herself back out of the daze that had over come her. Taking a deep breath she shook it off. Getting up quickly she doubled check to make sure her door was closed and secured. The last thing she needed was Jackson coming in right then. At least with it locked she would hear it and it would give her time to shut down the communication before anyone noticed; hopefully. Sitting back down she straightened her back and took on the same demeanor she had when she worked for the Alliance. [color=f6989d]"Why are you contacting me Quinn?"[/color]
	
	[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=gray]Jahosafat Moreau[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://www.bellazon.com/main/uploads/monthly_03_2012/post-59618-0-1446018778-70865_thumb.gif[/img][hr][b][color=gray]Location:[/color][/b] Med Bay[hr][/center]

	Jahosafat stood there listening to Carla's story, making sure to place close attention to what she was saying even as he worked quickly to draw the blood vials he needed. Bandaging up the small wound caused by the needle before stepping off, still listening mind you, as he labeled the blood vials and placed them with the rest of the samples he had taken. Turning back to her he crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to listen, letting her finish the tale uninterrupted before speaking. 

	[color=gray]"Well I dare say that is not the ending that I had envisioned in my mind good woman. It started out so harrowing that I feared it was some remains of a torturous event placed on you by some diabolical soul. I am truly happy to hear that was not the case though I will admit that any burn that could leave a scar such as that must have been rather painful in and of itself, no matter the means in which it was acquired. Though, other than a physical scar you seem no worse for the ware have had learned a valuable lesson in the process. Let us hope that not everything you have learned over the years came at such a cost though,"[/color] he said before turning his attention to Harper and Foy as they came in toting what he had requested. 

	[color=gray]"Ah my good man, place it over there on the floor if you two would be ever so kind. Thank you greatly, it will make my work much more efficient to be able to conduct everything within the walls of the medical bay, safer as well. I..."[/color] he started before he was cut off by the sound of beeping coming from Harpers communicator as a message for him came in. "Air pressure imbalance in Lavatory 3A."