<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Too much happened all at once, and far too much in the dark, for Jemma to have a full understand what was happening. Karmen was attacking, Pam was choking, and Joel was stepping back while Mikhali charged. Jemma was unsure of what to do until Pam was sent slinging in her direction. She helped Pam straighten into a stand, but her focus more on what Mikhali would do with a woman she was beginning to think of as a friend. The only problem was that she could tell Karmen was still under the influence of whatever was attacking people. Jemma’s heart sank when the woman went to attack again and bright blue suddenly filled the darkness.<br/>
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Joel’s voice had risen above it all, telling his friend to kill, but it was the sound of Karmen’s body thumping down on the metal floor that would stick with Jemma. Wanting to check on the woman, it was too ingrained in her to help over harm, she started to head in that direction, only to pause when Pam started grabbing at her shirt. “Don’t touch me,” Jemma snapped out of frustration with the boisterous woman, giving her hand a shove to keep her touch away. The flashlights went out before Jemma could reach Karmen however, and she feared Pam’s wild cries of Karmen’s death were true. It didn’t seem right for Mikhali and Joel to decide she should die, and Jemma felt confliction fill her.<br/>
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Before anything could be said, Joel was suggesting they leave and he was reaching for her. She could not see him doing so, and only had the sensation of his fingertips brushing hers to go off of, but Jemma resisted their hands meeting. She began to explain why, but a harsh sound filled the air and the flashlight beamed over Karmen, solidifying the assumption the woman was dead. Jemma’s heart sank before her stomach rolled. The security officer was not in any sort of state that anyone needed to spend time viewing and even Jemma was glad when the flashlight was moved away from the scene. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Something was in the hall with them and it was the only thing that kept Jemma from refusing to go with them all. The feel of injustice for how Karmen had been treated was gripping her, the frustration with their situation bubbling up, the fear they may never survive the station’s attacker taking over. Still Jemma followed, body tense, ears trying to listen for any other attacks that might befall them. Even Pam seemed to have the wits to remain quiet while they moved through the halls and back to the freight elevator. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Once the huge metal doors slid apart, they were all safely encased in the elevator, and the lights allowed them all to see each other again, Jemma was confident enough to act upon the frustration she had with what her companions had done. “What the fuck was that, Joel?” Jemma seethed, arms crossing beneath her breasts while she glared up at him. “Why should you have the ability to tell someone else to kill someone? And <i>you</i>,” she paused only long enough to shoot a fiery look in Mikhali’s direction, “You just went along with it! Do I need to remind you that you also acted like that and attacked your best friend? We didn’t shoot you, so why would you shoot her?”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">“She was trying to kill me!” Pam interjected with a shrill voice.<br/>
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“Mikhali tried to kill Joel the same way! We didn’t kill him for it,” Jemma snapped at the woman, then ignored any further comments from Pam, “We could have knocked Karmen out like we did to Mikhali. Hell, he probably could have done it with his fist alone.” Rounding back to the chief pilot, Jemma drilled a finger into the center of Joel’s chest and glowered at him, her brown eyes filled with fury, “We <i>are not</i> going to kill people just because it’s easier than trying to save them.”<br/>
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