[center][h1][color=ec008c]Samantha Dalton AKA Chaos[/color][/h1]
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[H2]Raven HQ [/H2][/center]

Samantha moved stiffly without her usual grace. Colorful and deep bruising could be seen peeking out of the neckline of her t-shirt and creeping slightly up her neck on her right side. Her right arm was in a sling to help reduce irritation to her chest and shoulder and movement along her cracked ribs so that they would heal faster. She was grateful that the severe headache, blurry vision, and dizziness that had come with the concussion seemed to have cleared up while she slept. Her body was stiff and painful if jarred or if she moved too far in the wrong direction. She certainly felt more like herself. She hated feeling weak though. Samantha was fiercely independent and currently felt like a burden to her team. She needed to heal so she could be there for them when they needed her. It took her a moment to process that thought. Coming through the shitstorm standing shoulder to shoulder with the squad made her feel closer to them in a way she hadn’t before. She found she wanted to be there to lend them her support. She didn’t want to see any of them hurt or die because she had failed to do her job. Samantha was surprised at the depth and complexity of how she felt about the other members of Raven Squad. She had never felt this way before. She had always been a lone operator in the past. Is this what it meant to work with a team that had your back? 

Samantha looked deep in thought as the sound of Xander’s voice brought her out of her deep thoughts. [color=b0021d]"Oi, Sammy!"[/color] His wave attracted her attention as she turned towards him. Sam’s eyes were drawn over towards the Australian and a smile appeared on her face. [color=b0021d]"How you holding up? Personally, I could go for a cold one. Maybe something stronger. And as I recall I owe you a drink as well. Care to join me?" [/color] She looked Xander up and down examining him. It was good to see him back on his feet and not bleeding. [color=ec008c]“You look better than the last time I saw you. It is good to see you recovering.”[/color] Samantha grinned at him mischievously, [color=ec008c]“Do you think Sophie will yell at us for drinking and mixing painkillers?”[/color] She winked at him as she told him conspiratorially [color=ec008c]“Let’s go give it a try. But you have to take me to dinner first. I need food.”[/color] It was like their commander had heard them from the hallway as she heard Skye call out to them. 

[color=lightblue]"Four, six, eight weeks. Sophie is rather conservative I find with her recommendations, because she doesn't want either of yous doing anything shall we say, too wild? Like say, nearly getting blown up again. Or say, having a port while in recovery on some fucking awesome painkillers."[/color] Samantha looked at Xander and nodded towards the rec room. She made her way into the rec room. She was moving slow and stiff, but she got there under her own power. Samantha noticed Skye had poured them glasses. She carried hers with her and set it down on the end table next to a cushioned chair with arms. Sam gingerly lowered herself into a soft cushioned chair. She laughed and shook her head as she picked up the glass. [color=ec008c]“Thanks boss.” [/color]She took a sip from her glass as Skye continued. 

[color=lightblue]"You'll be pleased to know the paperwork your end is done. Your combat effectiveness is high, remarkably so. Particularly you Sam, for a first op, it's 'not bad ey. You even made Xan look professional. First time for that. And that's even when you weren't intact. Job got done, and I already have some leads." [/color] Samantha’s eyes lit up with interest as Skye mentioned that they had some leads. [color=ec008c]“I can help sift through the data we collected to see if we can generate any additional leads. I might be stuck recovering for a few weeks, but they didn’t manage to damage my brain. Though they tried.”[/color] She winced remembering her helmet and the concussion. 

[color=lightblue]"Good to have you in somewhat one piece." [/color] Samantha smiled at Skye [color=ec008c]“Appreciate that you pulled me out in one piece.”[/color] Her thoughts briefly went to all that had gone wrong on the op. She knew her injuries were not her fault but she still felt like had somehow let her team down or not done enough to support them. Samantha’s attention was turned to Freya as her voice rose. It sounded like someone had angered the battle goddess. Samantha winced. She wouldn’t want to be that person. She saw Freya rein in her temper and turned to apologize to the room. [color=fff200]"My apologies..."[/color] Freya then moved to get a drink from the bar. Samantha gave Freya a sympathetic look. She had experienced the pain of seeing something special she had built lost to actions of other people or a catastrophic failure.  

Sam’s attention turned to Mateo as he entered and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Seeing him grimace made her wonder if he even liked beer. She shuddered slightly. She was not a big fan of alcohol, but beer tasted like horse piss to her. She didn’t see how anyone could drink that. Mateo asked [color=0072bc]"How are you'll feeling? Better, I hope."[/color]  Samantha gave him a mischievous smile [color=ec008c]“I feel like I was run over by a truck. I am doing better though. My head no longer feels like it was split in to two pieces. I feel like I could eat a whole cow though. I am starving. What's for dinner?”[/color]