<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/>Evening watch<br/>St. Anne, Iona's stateroom<br/>Tagged, Iona<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Opening the hatch and entering at her command he closed the hatch behind him on instinct just as she instructed him to. Burnt orange eyes found her floating partially curled in her normal posture when she was in micro-g and not busy. He could see the exhaustion on her face even with her eyes closed and gently pushed off the hatch to float to her.<br/><br/>Not saying a word to her plea he slowly floated to her and instead of taking her into a comforting embrace he grabbed her body and slowly rotated her so he could finish removing the shipsuit she was clearly to tired to do herself. "We can, and we will Iona. I will make sure that all our crew returns home safely and once I know they are safe I will make any survivors pay for what they have done." His voice was soft and sure of his words.<br/><br/>As he peeled the shipsuit from her body carefully he was silent for a moment. "I have some dirt on the Blue Mountain group." He spent the next few minutes explaining in detail the events of the day, how they attempted legal means to find medicines, how he found an illegal clinic that was more a front for organ harvesting and human trafficking, how he killed everyone there and set the place ablaze making sure that Sonakshi was cleared of any blame. She was after all only following him. He reported the supplies they gained from his actions, the possible retribution that could be sought against him and the intel he had acquired on the group and some of their dirtier actions as well as names, locations of stashes, meeting points and times, and even some account information for anonymous bank accounts. The entire report was given in a steady tone that held no remorse or regret for his actions.<br/><br/>By the time he was finished he had Iona completely undressed with the spent analgesic bubbles and adrenaline patches removed to help her sleep better. With a hand on her bare stomach he floated her across the room to the anchored sleeping bag and carefully got her inside it. "Sleep Iona, the crew is capable, and I am there to watch their backs. I will do everything in my power to keep everyone safe. I'll report back to you once we have returned." Moving his face closer to her he brushed her dark hair from her forehead and gave it a light kiss.<br/><br/>Leaving her quarters Donovan sealed the hatch behind him and in the slightly less than standard gravity of the corridor walked briskly to his room to get himself ready.<br/><br/>In his personal quarters Donovan donned his back up hardsuit, it was slightly bulkier than his standard but was more than good enough for what he was going to do. Leaving behind all his weapons and gear with the exception of his combat knife he made his way to the docking bay, eyes blazing behind the shielded helmet of his hardsuit. The thousands of screaming voices all were in unison, their cries drowning out the shrieking static that normally filled his head. They all wanted blood and Donovan was going to give it to them.<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/>Evening watch<br/>St. Anne, Docking Bay<br/>Tagged: Thomyris<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Donovan opted to keep his helmet on and the face shield darkened. He could feel mad grin on his face twitching and his glowing eyes flitting about like insane humming birds trapped in a too small cage. What he couldn't hide was the way his hands twitched, jumped and how his fingers bobbed, curled and fidgeted like the legs of an spider dancing across it's web. He was ten minutes early for his forty minute deadline. Riz being the only other on in the Docking bay.<br/><br/>Moving to her he stopped short several feet. "I want to apologize again kid. I owe Iona a lot and I gave her my word to obey any command she gives me in exchange for returning something of my humanity back to me after it was cut out of me. I deserve more than that kick in the shin for what I did. I'll make it up to. How much is your debt?"