<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/>Unknown Ticonderoga Class Ship<br/>Morning Watch<br/>Tagged: All<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Donovan turned on the twin head lamps on his helmet, more for the sake of the others than himself. Behind the black tinted visor his orange eyes were glowing bright and he could see in the dark not quite perfectly but well enough to not need the aid of the lights. He looked over the floating bodies and frowned. He had seen this scene before, hell he had caused it more than once, most recently on the Gramercy's Run.<br/><br/>Looking over the bodies with a cold disconnection to what they used to be he turned to Iona. "These are civies. There is no sign of them being military or pirate. None of the bodies here have weapons, or anything to signify being in some kind of group."<br/><br/>Walking through the mass of corpses he continued to look over them. "No Jin-Lai, they will not come back to life. I've seen bodies reanimated, they have to be fresh and it involves heavy mechanical augmentations, it's more like they are turned into rotting puppets used for simple tasks. They have no life, no thoughts of their own. There are some nasty groups that use them for shock troops or free labor. These husks are just that. Empty shells."<br/><br/>As he spoke to 'comfort' Jin-Lai he followed Iona's silent order and moved up to Riz clasping his hand to her shoulder. "I have your back kid. It's like Iona said, just because you are leading this doesn't mean you need to take point at every door. Use me as you see fit."