<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015179#pid2015179"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd">Iona Knutesdottir<br/>
</span></a>Unknown Ticonderoga Class Ship<br/>Morning Watch<br/>Tagged: All<br/><br/>"We stay together," Iona countered Thomyris' request.  "And nobody supplies power to or powers up anything on this ship without my direct order."  Regretting having to step on Thomyris, the girl was trying to show initiative and to volunteer to take a dangerous job as a way of repaying her perceived transgression against her shipmates, Iona still didn't hesitate to assert her commands.  It was necessary and if you didn't have the guts to reel in your people when they needed it that was as good as telling them yourself to make damned fool choices.<br/><br/>"I want you to take the lead, the point, getting us there though.  That doesn't mean you always are the first into a compartment or passageway though.  You've got bodies in your party," she winced and realized bodies was a bad choice of words.  "Use them.  Tell them what you want them to do."<br/><br/>"I'll bring up the back and mark our path."  As she moved to that spot, Iona exchanged a glance with Donovan and cut her eyes towards the front, then latched onto Sonakshi's arm and moved the doctor to the back with her.<br/><br/>"I don't see anyone wearing crew or military uniforms.  That strike anyone else as odd?"