<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2016239#pid2016239"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493"><i>Jin-Lai Park</i></span></a><br/>Location: Landing Bay of Gramercy's Run<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Jin had responded when the chips were down.  She was faster and more determined than them, and the martial training of her youth that she had always hated and even mocked later probably played some role in this.  She came back blooded, her vibro-dagger having taken two, and she had taken no wounds more severe than a few bruises and heavy scrapes from her doging.  To be sure she didn't wade into battle like a Samurai but she had played her part<br/><br/><br/>She resolved to focus more on her fighting  in the future.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2016239#pid2016239"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493"><i>Jin-Lai Park</i></span></a><br/>Location: The St. Anne, Galley/Bridge<br/>Morning Watch<br/><br/><br/>The smell of fresh baked goods wafted through the galley and likely much of the ship.  Of course since they had been jumping , it wasnt anything too exotic.  Much like elevation, different areas of space could actually affect the chemical reactions needed for baking, so souffles and croissant for example were not something she would try at such times.<br/><br/>Still, fresh bread  and butter, and beignet with fresh brewed coffee, woud surely be welcome by the crew.  But just then she got the summons to the bridge.<br/><br/>She reported to the bridge and listened to the Captain's report. SHe tried to put out of her mind the thoughts of any number of issues that could be lurking here.  Like tribes of scavs living on hulks, then going into suspended animation waiting for the next hapless crew to try and salvage the hulk.   She didn't care how often she heard that tale, she refused to believe it.  But then why was it the first thing that always lept to the front of her mind any time something like this happened?<br/><br/>"I will gladly do anything you ask me to Captain, the breakfast is almost ready so I am not tied down to the galley.  "  She could do a number of things even though probably most aboard could do them better, but she would be pretty good at estimating value of any preserved foodstuffs they might have, still she wasn't sure if she would be needed over there.