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Over at the crash site Gideon chuckles a bit. "Girls girls, I know you love being around me but trust me, you'll be of more use to the Captain back at the Vengeance than here with me and Dorothy. So just skedaddle your pretty little selves back to the ship and see what you can do to help there so soon as I get done here we all can be back on our way," he say in a happy voice as he keeps his head under the console, every so often holding out his hand and asking for Dorthy to hand him another tool. Once the girls are loaded up and on their way back, things go pretty smooth. It seems everything is clear between the crash site and the main ship. No one is outside but there is the remains of a cut up horse carcass outside of the ship as well as several bodies still in the middle of being buried but other than that there is not a soul to be seen. Down locked up in room 9 is the kid, Atticus and Lionel are in the kitchen with meat... The captain and Jackson are no where to be seen, neither is Camilla but the door to the Captains room is closed up tight, something she normally only ever does when she has someone pulled in there for a major bitching out session. Things are still upside down from the quick landing and could use some picking up. At door 9, that is locked with the kid inside there is some banging going on but nothing horrid, just the occasional yell - Let me the fuck out of here!
Anisa & Camilla
Location: Room 1 (Anisa's Bunk)
Camilla was not surprised by Jacksons outburst or accusation. The man didn't like her and most assuredly hated her former fiance. She couldn't blame him for it but it didn't matter. Anger still built up. "For your information he was not a part of this and neither was I! I am sick of it Jackson! I work my ass off here, I left the Alliance because of what they did, because of what he did and yet I am still having to deal with your ass constantly questioning every fucking breath I take," Camilla snapped towards Jackson as he closed the box.
"Camilla..." Anisa gave in voice laced with warning but Camilla for once did not heed such a signal from the captain.
"Don't you Camilla me Captain! I know what he did, better than any of you! You aren't the only ones that lost someone you cared for. At least yours are at peace! You aren't held guilty of crimes you did not commit just because you were associated with someone. You don't have to take each day on edge wondering if this fuckwad is going to bullet a bullet through your skull just because of who you loved. Should I punish you two just because of what was done to him?" Camilla went on.
"Get out," Anisa growled from between her clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she took a step closer to Camilla. Camilla said nothing, just turning on her heels and quickly making her way out of Anisa's bunk. Anisa shook her head, driving her fist into the desk before slumping down in her seat. "I don't know who to beat the shit of right now. Her, you or my self...."
Jahosafat Moreau
Location: Medical Bay
Jahosafat had cocked a brow hearing the Captains words and only shook his head as he continued on his way. He could try to have him removed but it wouldn't work, not with the current orders. He knew the Captain had meant it but he could tell by the tone of his voice that it was a more personal order than a required one. He hadn't been around the man but a few minutes and he could already tell that he kept a lot pushed down and locked away. Was not a healthy way to live. Jahosafat on the other hand never knew when the shut up, about anything and despite everything going on he was looking forward to seeing Camilla again and intended to finish up everything he needed to before they arrived in Whitefall. He must have time to dress to the nines. One could not see an old friend dressed in anything but their finest. A trip to Foy for a shave later one would most indeed be called for and he grinned to himself at the thought of a relaxing hot towel, foamy shave, and of course a wrapped candy.
Looking over as William came in he grinned broadly. "Ah yes! Lt. Harper! I was not able to give you a proper greeting earlier when I arrived. Truly wonderful to make your acquaintance now. Aren't you a finely groomed young lad? You do your gender proud with such refinement. I can only assume that we will get along splendidly. Perhaps once all of this rigor has concluded we can speak more freely," he said as he motioned for the man to have a seat. Preparing what was needed he made the simple request of the sleeve to be rolled up for blood drawing and got to work as Carla entered.
Turning, he paused with his work and gave her the same broad smile that he had given William. "Quick, punctual, to the point, no nonesense. I can appreciate that Miss Lobo. If you will just give me a moment, please have a seat over there. Once I am done with our dapper Lt. Harper, I will be all yours Mi'Lady," he chortled before turning back to Harper and drawing the needed vials of blood.
Atticus Pearson
Location: Kitchen
Atticus was never skilled in the culinary arts but he made due, being who he was and where he came from he could stomach just about anything but that was mostly because of the insane amounts of alcohol that he had ingested in his life time. It wasn't that his taste buds couldn't appreciate a good meal but they weren't turned sour by a bad one. Food was food any in his opinion anything was a blessing, especially if it was not in the form of a protein ration. Bad taste in his mind was better than no taste what so ever. So as far as he was concerned they could burn the meat to a black crisp and he would still savor each and every ashy bite.
Looking around as Lionel asked where the salt was he cocked a brow and turned around, there was normally a shaker on the table but he didn't see it. Maybe it had gotten upturned when the captain had half turned the table to knock him on his ass earlier in the day and rolled off somewhere? Stepping out behind the counter he started pacing around, looking but still not seeing it. Oh well, to his knees he went. A man who spent a large amount of his time in prayer was used to being on his knees, a man who spent a lot of time in the company of women who took care of certain desires, even more so he thought to him.
Crawling on all fours he scouted about, pushing stuff away and trying to look in the various corners and under anything in his way until he finally under one of the counters along the wall, sprawling out flat and wedging his arm to its shoulder under the counter as his fingers tried to spider their way around to see if there was anything in the darkness. "Gorham! Got it!" he finally called out as he pulled the shaker out from the back corner of the room and rolled over onto his back before sitting up. Taking a breath he stood up and dusted himself off, gripping the salt shaker in one hand as he stepped over to Lionel and held it out to him. "There we go."
