CREAK!<br/><br/>"Come on you stupid son of a bitch!" Jared almost growls at the stuck filter he was trying to remove. While he could have used his enhanced strength, he did not want to risk damaging it or tearing the section out. Unfortunately that left him only gradually increasing his strength bit by bit hoping it would come loose. Slowly he start to feel it give until suddenly...<br/><br/>CREAK! BANG!<br/><br/>The filter suddenly broke loose and came flying out, sending a plume of dust and who knows what everywhere. Jared coughed and sneezed as the cloud engulfed him turning him from being somewhat clean to completely filthy in an instant. Growling, he tosses the filter to the side which causes even more dust to fly about. It figured too that his therapy session would be right after this assignment but there was nothing he could do.<br/><br/>Grumbling Jared went to work dealing with the cursed filter. It was with a heavy sigh (followed promptly by coughing from the dust and such still being kicked up) he realized that he was not even going to be able to shower or change before his therapy session... just perfect.<br/><br/>*some time later*<br/><br/>Jared drudge home tiredly, his body more used to the rigors of the pilot seat to the cramped maneuvering in the ducts... add into it a not entirely productive therapy session (in Jared's mind) it just made things worse. Of course it was only his first visit so one could not expect much from that.<br/><br/>Being so out of it, Jared even went to his old quarters and spent who knows how long trying to get the door open. It was not until someone actually asked him what he was doing that Jared realized (half way into complaining/arguing) that he did not live there anymore. So with another tired sigh, Jared was off again to find his new quarters.<br/><br/>Jared was a site to behold when he walked into his new home. Covered head to toe in a thick layers of dust, dirt, and grime only made not as bad thanks to some coming off on the therapist's furniture... which probably did not help his session. "I'm home," he said to no one in particular... half hoping for a response from Veronica but not even knowing if she was around... he did not really wait though to find out.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to reorient himself to the room, Jared locates the bath room and lumbers off to it almost like he was in a trance. His motions were slow and weighted... tired and not wholly there as he stripped of his uniform. He had the computer start the shower as he shoved the dingy cloths into laundry 'chute' so to speak. In the shower he was not much livelier or relax, simply standing there under the hot water as the filth ran off him. With another tired sigh, Jared leans forward and rests his head against the wall of the shower. His mind halfway between shutting down and going into overdrive. So much was happening now...<br/><br/>Veronica entered his mind again; he felt something was up. A couple time he could have sworn it was like seeing her switch back and forth from herself to... herself. He sighs, now he was starting to sound crazy even to himself. He bangs his head against the wall once slightly... it didn't really help.<br/><br/><br/>*** In another portion of space... namely on board The Mauna Kea***<br/><br/>Jon was slow to open his eyes. He did not know how long it had been but he felt groggy and his head was killing him. That all change though when he suddenly realized he felt like he was underwater and panicked. It lasted only a moment or so before he realized he could breathe still and tentatively touched the breathing mask. Once assured it was safe, he let his hand drop and looked around.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Where the hell am I?</span>He thought to himself. His vision limited by the fluid as well as reflections and distortions on the glass surrounding him. He recalled the attack, and ordering his people to evacuate as the engine grew unstable from damage. He remembered running... an explosion... but after that he could not remember anything. Jon put a hand to his head as his head throbbed from trying to remember.<br/><br/>Once it had subsided a little he went back to trying to figure out where he was. He was not familiar with any set up like this being used by Earth/Moon forces... Of course this could be some new advancement but it seemed a little unlikely. He had seen something like this before but they were mostly used for rehabilitation and... Jon looks himself over. He looked fine though his uniform/jumpsuit seemed to say otherwise. Made Jon think even more that this was not a medical device as his uniform would have been removed for treatment... That left only one other solution: the Children.<br/><br/>It could conceivably be a type of holding cell or interrogation chamber. It confined him, limited his actions, and left him pretty much at their mercy. Looking around he could not see any immediate way out of his situation but he was not going to give up and die... That is what the Children do. He did eventually make out movement. Something partially obscured in a big object outside his 'cage'.<span style="font-style: italic">Might as well get things going,</span>He thought. "Hello?" He called out not sure if whoever it was could really hear him but he would not doubt a mic was probably in his mask.