<blockquote><div><cite>Eferhilda wrote:</cite>Once everyone was safely on board the ship made its jump and the Captain stood and nodded to Artemius, â€œLetâ€™s goâ€ she spoke to him in a curt manner mostly due to the current situation than anything he had done.  Catching the lift with Malicent Captain Troy stood there silent and tense, her mind racing over all the small things that needed to get done before they were ready to face another attack from the Children and their forces. What was plaguing her the most though was how their systems had shut down on them, like some failure though there had been no warning or anything. It had been like someone had hit a switch and just killed them, which should have been close to impossible given what their security systems and firewalls were like. Finally it was the sounds of the still trembling man that brought the Captain from her musings, â€œThe Children seem to forget that what they are fighting against is the human spirit. The very thing that God himself gave to us. It is far stronger than anything they have or ever will haveâ€ she spoke with conviction and faith in her words. <br/><br/>Meanwhile in the med bay Angela was snarling as she fought against the medical personal who were trying to treat her, the wounded animal in her wanting to just find a quiet spot in which to lick her wounds in peace. Those dealing with the Alien were not having any better time, mostly because they were not sure just exactly how to treat him. The chief medical officer pushed his bewildered staff to the side and began the process of scanning the foreign body the readings finding them to be fairly close to genetics to that of humans. Once they figured out just what was wrong with him, they began with putting him on fluids and giving him a nutrients injection to help combat the mild bit of starvation he had begun to suffer from. <br/><br/>The Captain and the others arrived just in time to her Angela practically roar as she kicked a nurse out of the doors into the main hall, the poor guy actually landing at the  Captainâ€™s feet. With a tired sigh the Captain helped the man up then led the way into sick bay in time to Angela hemming up another nurse by the collar of his shirt. â€œLieutenant Jones!â€ her voice crisp and clear seeming to silence all the chaos in the room. â€œYou will get a hold of yourself right now and allow for them to treat your wounds. Thatâ€™s an orderâ€ her blue eyes locked with Angelaâ€™s gold, the tension in the air becoming damn right palpable as Angelaâ€™s inner beast fought with dominance with the Captain. All she needed was for the Captain to look away and that would be it, there would no longer be any respect nor would she feel so inclined to follow any future given orders. There the two stared at one another, the span of several heartbeats until finally Angela yielded and looked away, â€œYes Maâ€™amâ€ she growled out as she laid back in the bed and allowed them to finish treating her wounds. The cut on her head had begun to close though when they began to struggle with her it opened up again, and the wound in her side was bleeding worst now. <br/><br/>The Captain spared a moment to speak softly to Angela, assuring the pilot that she was not in trouble and had not failed the crew of the ship in anyway. With that done she went to go and see to Azzy to ensure he too was faring well given how much damage he and the Hornet took. When she was certain he was on the way to being well again, she spoke to him of her gratitude for him once again aiding in saving the ship and all those in board. After insuring that her pilots were on the mend she went to check on the Alien to see if he was conscious and try to figure out just how he came to be in the middle of their war.</div></blockquote>