Elaine Reid<br/>St. Anne Loading Bay<br/>Evening Watch<br/>Tagged: Donovan, Jin-Lai, Thomyris<br/><br/>"It's...it's not fine Jin, but just do me a favor and check next time? Punctured bulkhead or anything like that and I could've been sucked out into space." She sighed and shook her still helmeted head. She didn't balk before Donovan's threat, instead she grinned behind her visor, her hand not wavering. "Y'know Don, I don't think we've ever had a contest of speed before, but I<i>was</i>told that in another life there was a distinct possibility I was a quick-draw champion. Now's not the time though, apparently we've got bigger problems."<br/><br/>"The Captain got k/o'd? Damn. Impressive bit of fuck up on their part." Her fingers curled around the handle of her pistol, a signal of her protectiveness of the crew.<br/><br/>As the chime of the overhead comms rang to life Elaine grumbled, then turned from the main bay. "I'm going to go get my other gun." She trudged off to her quarters, tapping the door code and ducking inside. She sealed it behind her - an unnecessary step to be sure, but sometimes paranoia was a good thing. Once inside she knelt by her personal locker, tapped the code for it and unsealed the cache. From the locker she drew a long-barreled shotgun with a shotshell bandoleer-sling. She loaded that bandoleer with half high-explosive and half gel rounds, then snagged a further four cylinders for her revolver and tucked them into a side pocket of her hardsuit. This done she slung the shotgun over her shoulder and moved for the bridge.<br/><br/>_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Elaine<br/>Location: St. Anne Bridge<br/>Evening Watch<br/>Tagged: All<br/><br/>Seeing the Captain standing at the helm was a relief at least. She'd been concerned for her employer and friend when Thomyris and Donovan had given her reason to worry about her being injured and answering none of her questions on the matter in the docking bay. Even still, the ominous air of the bridge set her on edge, something was going on beyond the norm of their sometimes borderline illegal activities after all. She let her hand drift back down to the grip of her sidearm.<br/><br/>The video, once it began, made her gag and her hands moved up to unseal her helmet. She dropped it to the deck with a clatter and covered her mouth, trying to keep a wave of nausea down. She'd fought and killed before but seeing someone she'd been talking to and teasing scant hours before so brutally tortured before her eyes was sickening.<br/><br/>That concern was only amplified by Iona's harsh command and Donovan's immediate and blind obedience. Her hand closed fully on the pistol at her hip and, more tellingly, her finger drifted into the trigger guard. Elaine was a soldier-type, her trigger discipline was impeccable and rare was it for her to make that move without a body dropping shortly thereafter. "Jesu fuck! Iona did you see that video? You saw what they're willing to do to Mateo, what makes you think that Thomyris is even gonna survive the shit they've got planned for her! Shit Don just. Stop talking and tone the eyes down. You're scaring the piss out of her even more than the Captain!"<br/><br/>She didn't draw the pistol after her outburst, but neither did her hand leave the firearm. She breathed deep, calming her tone before continuing. "Shit. If they're willing to go to lengths of kidnapping over a few fucking credits these guys are monsters. Cap, just let me and Donovan get a hold of them. We can break in and space the bastards before they can lay hands on Mateo. You know that. We can't just let them<i>have</i>her! Hell, what if it were me or the Doc they were calling for? Would you just hand us over just like that, no questions asked? Fuck even if its just me let me go and deal with the bastards myself, cause if what I just said is true then my life's about equal to Thomyris' in your eyes, right? We've all got ghosts so even though its Ris's that came calling it might well be one of us tomorrow or the next day!"<br/><br/>Then, finally, her hand fell free of her sidearm and she bent to retrieve her helmet from the deck where it had fallen. She didn't don it, though she did consider doing so to mask the anger in her eyes. She instead mag-locked it on her left hip. Let Iona see her anger and Donovan know her resolve to at least ease Thomyris's last few hours on the St. Anne if they were, indeed, tied to this insane plot.