<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffd700">Donovan</span></a><br/>Evening Watch<br/>St. Anne<br/>Tagged Sonakshi<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Having stripped from his armored EVA suit Donovan sat at his desk in his spacers unitard scouring the hundreds of documents he had stolen. His wounds were no longer bleeding, but the blood was still soaked into his clothing and covering his body. "Heard." He replied to Sonakshi's summons to the clinic. Glancing at the pile of documents and the info on his computer screen he frowned at them. The clinic was part of a crime group called the Blue Mountain. One he wasn't personally familiar with, but would probably soon be. "Way to make big enemies jackass." He muttered to himself before leaving the room and going to the clinic.<br/><br/>"You have nothing to apologize about Doc. You tried to do things the legit way, when it didn't work you just followed me into the darker side of humanity. Shit hit the fan, I just hit harder is all. You didn't make me pull the trigger, that was all me. So no more blaming yourself, I won't hear it." In the clinic he  stripped down and laid on the table an absolutely refused to accept any of the anesthetic as she removed the bullet and patched him up. "Thanks for the patch job Doc. I'm goin' to go clean myself up and get dressed again." He said dismissing himself. "Don't go to hard on that bottle." He advised as he left the clinic to walk back to his room stark naked and completely shameless to gather new clothes and take a shower.<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:#ffd700">Donovan</span></a><br/>Evening Watch<br/>St. Anne<br/>Tagged: Iona, Thomyris, Sonakshi<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Donovan was back in his room after his shower wearing only a pair of black pants that hung low on his hips and clung to his legs. The fabric a synthetic blend made for flexibility and durability. Taking a break from pouring over the documents he was busying himself cleaning his gun when Iona's voice rang out in his head.<i>"Immediate recall. Say again, immediate recall. Any way you can get back to us. If someone can't make it, mark their last known and move. Don't wait. Sauve qui peut,"</i>Snapping to attention he dropped his weapon and took off out of his room at a near sprint. The half-gee of the corridor slowed him only for a second before he was kicking off the ground in long leaps and bounds. "Captain what is the situation?" He asked aloud the com implant picking up the words and sending them to Iona. "Captain, I repeat, what is the situation?" A moment of silence caused a sliver of fear to embed itself in him mind. "Iona answer me damn it!" He snapped when he didn't get an answer. Not wanting to panic the other crew members anymore than necessary he resisted a call across all channels asking for her status.<br/><br/>Going to the bay he looked out the viewing port and saw the gravsled coming to the St. Anne. Grabbing one of the spare suits he quickly suited up and sealed the bay opening it for them to get in. As it neared his glowing eyes could make out Thomyris' panicking face and behind her Iona's face mask covered in blood. Hooking an umbilical to his belt he launched himself out to met the two. As the gravsled came to a stop he reached them grabbing hold of it with one hand and pulling them in by the umbilical with the other. He didn't have time for Thomyris to pilot them inside.<br/><br/>Pulling them into the bay he closed the air lock and and waited as atmo was introduced. Removing his helmet and throwing it clear across the room he unlatched Iona from the sled and lifted her light body from it carrying her to the open floor. Laying the Captain on her back he removed her bloody helmet and his eyes fell to her face. She was breathing, he could hear it, but her heartbeat was erratic. "SONAKSHI GET YOUR ASS TO THE BAY NOW!" He barked over the com. Raising up he turned onto Thomyris his face a mask of deathly rage. "What happened girl?" He asked burning orange eyes glaring at her with an intensity that could have pierced the ships hull. His face promised unspeakable horrors to whoever hurt the captain. "Why are the two of you bruised and running so fast from Kohlberg that Iona nearly crushed herself alive pushing gee's that high?" His voice was a menacing growl. "SPEAK!" He roared when Thomyris didn't answer fast enough. "While Iona is out I am in charge, I don't have time for you to stand around stuttering and shaking like a spooked child."