[color=lightblue]"Incoming call from Admiral V'Sul, Captain."[/color]

Raymond didn't respond. He stared into the lifeless eyes of Terrance Anderson for quite some time. He wasn't a bad man. He had made mistakes in his life like anyone else. He drank too much sometimes, lost his job at the Citadel as the head loadmaster. Struggled with a divorce, tried to keep custody of his daughter, and in desperation tried to steal Committee credits. He didn't deserve to be injected with the galaxy's most painful poison. He didn't deserve to suffer so long. He didn't deserve to be shot down like a rabid dog. Raymond stared for a little while. He sat next to him, holding his hands from shaking, desperately trying to make sense of this all. How will he tell Anderson's daughter? What will he say to his old friends that played poker with him when they were on shore leave? He clenched his fists and stood up, glancing out the window to the view of floating Ulnar bodies and limbs, metal, and other debris from the attack. [i]"All for this one person..."[/i] He thought. He set out of the room a second after, glaring down the hall.

[color=blue]"Tell the Admiral that she can wait."[/color]

He made it back to the cargo bay where Rae, Aamra, the security bots, and the stowaway. Without a single word Raymond approached her, not caring about the age of their cargo. She looked the same age as Anderson's daughter. He practically threw her into the direction of the door. [color=blue]"I told you to put her in the brig."[/color] He said sourly to his crew mates. [color=blue]"Come on, this way. We have a lot to talk about."[/color]