â€œI am being replaced!â€ she snarled as she stalked away from Captain Troyâ€™s desk, her anger and rage clear in her body language; the hunch of her shoulders, the angry flicking of her tail. The report about another pilot, another lieutenant being transferred to the ship to take her place since the Stalking Cat was down, did not sit well with the territorial female; not at all. Captain Troy sat calmly behind her desk, glancing at the alien Dren who had either the fortune or misfortune to be here for this outburst.<br/><br/>Angela and he had finished their showers, finding him one of their uniforms to wear was not that hard, though she promised him that his clothing would be returned to him cleaned and freshly pressed. They had gotten summoned to the Captainâ€™s as she was in the process of showing him his new quarters, which by convenience or luck happened to be down the hall from where she was placed. The Captain summoned her and well since she was supposed to stay with Dren at all times she brought him along to meeting, figuring they were to be debriefed.<span style="font-style: italic">Instead she was being told that she was being replaced, one botched mission and they were replacing her!</span><br/>Snarling she paced about the room just about ready to burst, someone was coming into her territory and taking her place. She was expected to just sit back and take it, how could the captain think that? Thinking about the new pilot made her snarl again as she paced back to the desk only to then storm away again least she smash her captainâ€™s desk.<br/><br/>â€œAre you about done?â€Captain Troy spoke in a tired tone as her eyes looked up from the data pad where she had received word from the other captain.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t know? Should I just hand in my uniform now and grab a shuttle back to the moon?â€ Angela snapped angrily at her captain as she paced back to the desk. â€œEverything I have done for this crew, for our missionâ€¦.all that I have lost and one mistake and I get replaced? Tell me is that fair?!â€ her tone hurt, the pain evident in her eyes as she looked straight into her Captainâ€™s eyes.<br/><br/>Troy sighed and closed her eyes, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of her nose as she felt the beginnings of a headache. There was still so much paperwork to do, she really wished that Angela had not been seriously injured, the pain was putting her on edge and making it harder to deal with her.<span style="font-style: italic"> Perhaps Malicent was right and Angela needed to be seen for PSTD?</span>The Captain opened her eyes once again looking over at her crewmen, a friend, noting the pained look in her eyes and recalling her service history back on earth. The wounds she suffered in the name of those served, the genetic experiment she underwent to make herself better so that she could serve better. Noâ€¦she was not suffering from PSTD, she was just someone who had sacrificed everything they had for the military and to her it sounded like she was being replaced. Troy admitted that she would feel the same way if someone told her that another captain was coming on board the ship following an attack where she and the Eylandra were severely injured.<br/><br/>â€œDid I say you were being replaced?â€ Troy said in an even tone, her gaze unwavering and making Angela sigh and look away.<br/><br/>â€œNo maâ€™amâ€ Angela responded in a tired tone as she took a deep breath and regained her composure.<br/><br/>â€œWell then you are not being replaced, but we get hit more than the other ships and that being so we need to have as many pilots as we can. He is not going to be replacing you, if anything he is going to be just another member of your team and will have to follow all of your orders regardless of his rank. Ok?â€ Troy says now with a smirk looking at the relief on Angelaâ€™s face.<br/><br/>â€œUnderstood maâ€™amâ€ her tone less tense as she stood now at ease before her captainâ€™s desk.<br/><br/>Troy continued to smirk as she looked over to Dren, â€œPerhaps our dear Malicent was rightâ€¦â€ posing the question to Dren though she knew Angela was listening intently, as her ears twitched a bit as her tail stilled in its casual swaying. â€œHe told me that our dear Angela here was suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. That I needed to remove her from duty immediately and allow for him to treat herâ€¦â€<br/><br/>Angela growled, â€œHe said what?!â€<br/><br/>Troy chuckled and winked at Dren then focused on Angela again, â€œWell if you donâ€™t learn to control yourself better people are going to make assumptions. So please learn to relax a littleâ€ Troy tells the woman before her, whom she had not truly seen relax in quite some time. When â€˜Heâ€™ was on the ship she relaxed and she smiled more, now it was all about the job and if she lost that? Well she knew that Angela would just not be the same if something like that happened.<br/><br/>â€œI would like to see him try and treat me for that bullshitâ€ Angela snarled though there was a glint of humor in her eyes at just how ridiculous that notion seemed and how fun it would be to prove to Malicent just how wrong he was.<br/><br/>â€œSo would I, though I would like to not have any murders on board my ship. Now the other pilot and their ship will arrive here tomorrow, they were fairly close and so itâ€™s only a couple of jumps for them to meet us. When he arrives you show him around and explain to him how we run things, I will make sure he understands that he does not out rank you and nor does he has any rulings over the rest of the squad as you will be giving commands and monitoring their activities from the ship should we get attackedâ€ Troy says making a few notes in her datapad as a means to remind herself just that should she forget for whatever reason. Then looking up at Dren she smiled warmly, â€œYou must think you are on board a ship with a bunch of mentally unstable monsters with how things have transpired. I hope that is not the case but I honestly could not blame you given Lieutenant Jones behavior over the past couple of hoursâ€ she chuckled again and Angela groaned in disappointment with herself and how she just reacted to her commanding officer before Dren.<br/><br/>â€œSo Drenâ€¦tell me what are your plans now that you are on board here? Are you going to stay a while? Or are you going to move on to perhaps less hostile company?â€ Troy asked gesturing toward the two chairs before her desk, now that the little bit of news was done with concerning the new pilot the pair could sit while they conducted the rest of the meeting.