<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">Donovan</span></a><br/>Location: St. Anne Loading Bay<br/>Evening Watch<br/>Tagged: Jin-Lai, Elaine, Thomryis<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Donovan collected the accounts of Jin and Thomryis processing the information about the unknown status of two of the crew, and the events of Thomryis and Iona's attack. Sighing heavily he shook his head. "We all have skeletons Ris, and you're not the only one being hunted. As for the Blue Mountain group, Sandra Mung is as real as her name gets. I've seen it in some documents I came across while on the station, and they will more than likely be coming after me as well if they can link me to what happened on the station. "They may have been waiting for us but they obviously don't know enough or have planet sized genitals to fuck with my crew. When Iona wakes I'll debrief her."<br/><br/>He was about to dismiss them when Elaine came storming into the bay from under the Annie. He turned to her and cocked an eyebrow at her outburst, his eyes starting to glow their tell tale orange whens he moved her hand to the handle of her pistol. "Unless you want me to break your arm remove your hand from the gun." He said in a voice that held no threat, just him stating a fact. I didn't issue the recall, Iona did, and she is currently unconscious, when she wakes we will know, but it could have something to do with a surprise attack on them and an attempt on her life to capture Ris. Until I hear something about Serena and Mateo I am going to assume they have taken the two of them as well. No everyone settle the fuck down. This is an emergency situation and Iona needs us to be thinking clearly and ready to react, we can get all emotional after this is handled." He ordered before waking away from the three women.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">Donovan</span></a><br/>Location: St. Anne Bridge<br/>Evening Watch<br/>Tagged: All<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>On his way to the bridge to check the ships messages like Jin had suggested Donovan stopped by his room and collected the stolen intel on the Blue Mountain group. He wasn't certain to its complete accuracy but having dealt with organizations and individuals like them before he knew the importance they held in having leverage over each other to keep everyone working together in an environment were loyalties shifted as easily as the winds.<br/><br/>Reaching bridge he saw the hatched closed and checked it. Locked. That could only mean that Iona was awake and inside. He considered using the override code but opted out of it. She had her reasons for everything and he trusted the woman. It was only a few minutes wait before her voice rang echoed in his head and over the St. Anne's comm's. When she opened the hatch he was the first in and walked silently to her standing a few feet behind her and to the right. Reading her body language he stood with his legs parted, feet squared with his shoulders and hands folded together behind his back. The intel was rolled up and tucked into his back pocket. He would give it to her after she addressed the crew.<br/><br/>Donovan watched as the rest filed into the bridge his eyes their standard burnt orange not feeling the need to have his implants active. Once the known  crew was in attendance he turned to face Iona's back and watched the video that was brought on screen.<br/><br/>His eyes flared into bright burning orbs at the sight of Mateo being worked over. The screeching static wailed in his skull as his anger flared and his fingers started to do the dance of dying spiders once again. His entire body started to twitch sporadically in his anger as more of his implants came to life under his skin.<br/><br/>Donovan watched Iona as she turned and snatched the cuffs from the air with a movement so fast his arm seemed a blur. Turning his glowing eyes on Thomyris his face surprisingly held no anger, but the cold expression was all the more terrifying for it. There was something inhumanly disconnected about it. Like he was looking at everything as though none of it held any value what so ever, including the lives of the crew. Walking with purposeful strides he stopped before Thomyris. "Captain's orders." He said simply before latching the cuffs onto her wrists leaving her arms in front of her. He did it out of respect and to give her at least a shred of dignity. She wasn't a prisoner and he felt no need to have her arms bound behind her back. "Please don't struggle Ris. I would hate to have to hurt you." His words were kind, but he tone in which he spoke was flat, devoid of all emotion. He was simply a tool acting out the will of his captain right now, his personal feelings set aside, far aside.