With everything pretty much underway the captain was free to focus on greeting the new pilot and the captain from the Aladannis. Glancing about as Dren got things going she caught sight of Azzy and she immediately chastised herself for skipping him over and putting Dren in charge of things. There were a number of reasons why what she did was wrong, very wrong in fact. The stress of the past few hours, hell the continual stress of the mission must have begun to get to her. Watching Azzy she knew she was going to have to make it up to him. If she remembered correctly there was a bet or something between he and Angela that he had lost, which resulted in him having her turn in the mess hall. Well that was not going to happen now, he could consider that bet paid in full and that tour in the mess hall could be taken by someone else. All of her pilots were in need of some time off once the repairs were made, so they would all go on stand down duty for the time being. Still there was more she could surely do for Azzy, just what that was though she was not yet sure.<br/><br/>Her attention being drawn to Dren as he began to give orders she again shook her head at her casual handling of the situation. He was exhausted, though she was not a doctor, or familiar in anyway with his species she was good at reading body language noted how his movements were sluggish. Well he wanted to talk to her later when she had a moment, when they spoke she would relieve him of duty order him to his quarters for at the very least 8 hours so that he could get some rest. While he was sleeping she will speak to Azzy apologize and put him in charge of things like it should have been in the first place. Sighing she pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to relieve the tension she felt building there though she knew there was little she could do in that department. Her life was going to be nothing but tension till they found themselves a new home.<br/><br/>The Aladannis finally docked with the Elyandra allowing the new pilot and captain Fellowes to board. Troy was all smiles for her guests, taking the hand of captain Fellowes shaking it warmly while she nodded in greeting Zack.<br/><br/>"Thank you both for your help today. Had you not arrived when you had, well I know that this ship would probably not be here so I am truly in your debt this day" her smile matching her genuine words as she looked between the two of them.<br/><br/>"If you would follow me Captain Fellowes we can discuss matters in my ready room. Lt. Remnis I know that you are probably tired and worn out a bit so you are free to go to the quarters that we have set up for you..." she motioned to a crewmen who came forward. "The ensign here will direct you to your quarters. I will send for you when we are ready to debrief you ok?"<br/><br/>While he was in his quarters getting settled and resting a bit she and captain Fellowes could talk in her ready room, discussing just how long the help of the Aladannis would be need etc.<br/><br/>Angela groaned as she rolled over her eyes opening to stare up at the ceiling of a cell in the brig. The cot she was laying on was hard and none too comfortable but then again when you were in there you were usually in trouble so expecting a soft bed was rather foolish of you. Slowly she sat up to look around, noting the enemy pilot in one cell and then Jared in a cell directly across from her. For a split second her anger flared at him and the urge to kill him rose once more, only to be dashed away as her rational mind took hold. It was not Jaredâ€™s fault that her life was how it was, that she was a freak among her own people, or that she was alone now. All of that was her own doing, she volunteered for the treatment in hopes of being a better solider, she let her career and misplaced loyalties keep her on this ship when she could have requested a transfer to be with him.<br/><br/>Sighing she buried her face in her hands taking a deep breath to fight back the flood of emotions and the tears that threaten to overwhelm her.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Why couldnâ€™t things have been different? Why couldnâ€™t she of had the life that Jared was having? Why did she have to end up alone?</span></span>These questions haunted her thoughts as she sat there; waiting for her time to be up so that she could get to the hanger to start repairs on the Orion and then her own mech was still in need of some serious repairs. Time was something that she had plenty of and it was damn near painful to have to sit in there doing nothing while it slowly ticked awayâ€¦