<span style="color: #FF4000">Captain Troy nodded as she lead Captain Fellowes through the ship, â€œWell to be honest what happened here is not the norm and well the situation is more serious then we realizedâ€¦â€ she began but gave him the look that more would be explained once they reached her ready room. Getting on the lift for the bridge there was a tense silence between the two captains as neither said much to one another while they rode to the bridge. Once there the crew was called to attention for the presence and Troy simply nodded and had them carry on while she and Captain Fellowes made their way through to her ready room. Once inside, she nodded him to her desk then spoke to the computer â€œComputer shield this room and ensure we are not disturbed unless it is an emergencyâ€ with that done she went to the replicator, â€œCan get you something? Tea? Coffee? Soda? Water?â€ she asked while she got herself a cup of hot chocolate. If he requested anything she would get it and bring it to the desk to give to him. When they were both settled she began.<br/><br/>â€œSo once again thank you for coming to our aid, normally such a fight as what you witnessed earlier would not have been much of a problem, but the battle prior had gone far worst then it ever should have goneâ€¦â€ her voice trailed off as she took a sip of her hot chocolate taking the time to gather her thoughts before speaking. â€œIn the last battle it was brought to our attention that the ship had been compromised and that it would appear that we have a â€˜Ratâ€™ on boardâ€ she allowed for that to sit in before she continued on. â€œThey tampered with our shields, our sensors and caused our pilots to be basically blind out there during the enemyâ€™s attackâ€ she sighed as she closed her eyes taking a moment to calm herself and to try and ease the tension on her body that was currently causing her to have a massive headache. <br/><br/>â€œWe are looking into the matter now but whoever it is covered their tracks very well and we have to be very â€˜carefulâ€™ in how we go looking. Donâ€™t want to tip them offâ€ she sighs again. â€œI do hope you understand why I ask you to keep this from reports back to the moon base. Should this go beyond my ship I don't want to tip them off and cause a chain reaction that we are not likely to be prepared forâ€¦â€ she sat back in her chair sipping her hot chocolate while she waited for his reaction to the situation. When they were done she planned on offering to share dinner with him, her officers and his kind of like a family reunion of sorts. Be a good means to boost morale and get a bit of contact with another ship. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Veronica walked with a purpose through the halls of the ship, making it a point to keep her head down so that she was not forced to chat with people who seemed intent on congratulating her on the baby. She felt sick and tired, more so then she had felt earlier today and it seemed to just be getting worst and worst with the more people who felt the need to bring up the fact that she was pregnant. <span style="font-style: italic">This was supposed to be a joyous occasion right?</span> It was what most of the other women on board dreamed about and yet she had even taken the time to consider ending the pregnancy. <span style="font-style: italic">What kind of woman did that make her? </span>Nearly overcome with disgust with herself she made her way down to the brig, where thankfully those on guard did not bother to speak much to her, just checked her into the logs and point her to where Jared was. <br/><br/>Passing by the cell holding the enemy pilot she looked in at him as he laid there against the shield snoring, but gave no other sign of really being concerned or frightened by him. Continuing on down she looked over at Angela and the â€˜Alienâ€™ pilot as the pair talked softly to one another. It brought a small smile to her face at seeing Angela bonding with someone else after so long having been hurting in solitude. Perhaps something will come from it or perhaps not, but at least Angela would have found another that she could open up to. <br/><br/>Getting to Jaredâ€™s cell Veronica took a deep breath before kneeling there before the shield, â€œSo how mad are you at me right now?â€ she asked her softly with a bit of a tease in her tone to hope in trying and lightening the mood a bit.</span><br/><br/>Angela listened to Dren and knew that he was right in a way, but wrong in other ways perhaps with time he would come to learn about the differences between how it is to be human and being a Nekan. Watching him as he began to nod off she growled in frustration that she was not able to get to him, to not take him to his quarters to rest. When he finally passed out she stood and called for the guards, when they came over bout ready to give him some attitude that comes with being in charge of â€˜criminals'. Unfortunately for them Angela was not in the mood to deal with that bullshit.<br/><br/>â€œGet him to his quarters now and alert the med staff to his condition so that he will be looked in on laterâ€¦â€ as the crewmen looked ready to start some trouble she cut them off, â€œAnd I swear if you give any lip about it I will make your life on this ship a living hell when I get out of hereâ€¦â€ growling and baring her fangs to them was enough to make them just nod and proceed in lifting Dren up so that his arms were draped over their shoulders and they could carry/drag him out of there.<br/><br/>Alone once again Angela returned to her cot to try and get some rest herself, for she could already tell that her body was running on fumes as it were and she was not going to be any better off than Dren was currently.