â€œNot sleeping is one thing, but...â€ she looked up from her datapad to smile at Azzy, â€œYou are not going to miss a good meal. So for now you are done and are to accompany me to the mess hall for lunchâ€ she smiled as she lowered her datapad, â€œDon't make me make it an orderâ€ she teased and turned to leave expecting him to follow after her.<br/><br/>As they walked together, â€œAzzy...why is it you are always working alone? I mean we are stuck on this ship until we complete our mission. So I know that many need the socialization, yet you do not seem to....â€ her voice trailed off as they entered the lift, preferring to not continue such a conversation in front of other crewmen. So in silence they made their way to the messhall with a small group of fell crewmen, Troy doing the polite small talk with them as they went along. Re-assuring those that needed it that the ship was going to be fine and they would be underway soon enough. Even taking the time to talk up Azzy a bit, basically stating that with him on the job they all could rest easy knowing the shit was in very capable hands.<br/><br/>After dealing with waiting in line, as the Troy refused to take advantage of her rank just for a simple meal, she went to the table that was essentially her table. The Captain's table where she usually dinned and occasionally held meetings with the officers. It was away from the others so that conversation could be had without fear of being overheard. Nodding for Azzy to sit across from her she waited a bit before picking up where she had left off.<br/><br/>â€œSo...is it something with the rest of the crew? Anyone giving you a hard time?â€ she asked truly concerned about his apparent anti-social like nature.<br/><br/>â€“---------------<br/><br/>Veronica smiled when he held her, his body conforming perfectly to her, the feel of his lips on her neck making her heart race a bit. The smile did not leave her lips as she knew he was right, there were advantages to dining in. Though as she turned to make a dirty comment about such advantage her eyes landed on his port and the obviously scaring that he suffered there. Suddenly tears weld up in her eyes and she found herself stifling a soft sob at the surprising rush of emotion. She was forced to turn away, with her eyes closed so that she could not even see him in the reflection of the mirror. Such pain and suffering he has endured...and for what?<br/><br/>Taking a steady breath she walked over to the closet she had claimed as her own to get out something casual and comfortable to wear. â€œCasual sounds goodâ€ she said to him softly trying to make sure there was no extra emotion in her voice. Pulling on a t-shirt and sweats she waited till he was dressed before turning around, least she see the back of his neck again. â€œSo what is on the menu for today?â€ she asked trying to sound a bit more cheerful, even though she was not truly feeling it.<br/><br/>â€“-------------<br/><br/>The senors crewman checked and then checked again to make sure what he was picking up was correct. He would hate to disturb his Captain with something that later turned out to be false, he did not want to have to deal with the repercussions from that mistake. Taking a deep breath he turned in his chair, â€œSir?â€ his voice trembling a bit as he waited for an answer.<br/><br/>Michael looked up from a datapad to stare at the frightened crewmen, â€œYes...â€ his tone showing his annoyance.<br/><br/>Swallowing and taking a moment to collect himself, â€œThere is a ship....approaching us....fast...â€<br/><br/>Michael motioned, â€œOn screenâ€<br/><br/>The main screen was changed to show the craft that was following them, â€œHmm....its signature is....alien...â€ Michael mused aloud.<br/><br/>â€œYes sir. Similar to that alien vessel that was helping the Eylandra earlierâ€ the crewman said with a bit of pride that he had done some extra work.<br/><br/>Michael nodded and smiled, â€œHail them. Let's see if perhaps God has blessed us with a means of defeating our enemiesâ€<br/><br/>A channel was opened and Michael spoke as calmly and kindly as he could, â€œGreetings Alien Vessel. This is the Rapture. Friend or foe?â€<br/><br/>â€“-----------<br/><br/>Angela listened to Dren and Yuri going back and forth with one another. It tugged at the strings of Angela's heart to hear just what he had gone through to save his sister, which in the end was for nothing. Yeah he might have her as an A.I but like he said it was not the same. He was alone. Especially now in this world where he was the only one of his kind, Angela really felt for him. Yet, she kept this to herself as she ate and listened to them talk, the secret project peeking her interests a bit though she did not comment on it.<br/><br/>When he mentioned her mech she arched an eyebrow, â€œOh? Like is it going to shoot fireballs or something now?â€ she asked with a grin as she stirred her spoon about in the left over liquid. â€œI mean I appreciate you fixing the Cat up for me, but tampering with my baby could give me grounds for kicking your buttâ€ she teased as she smiled.<br/><br/>She paused for a bit before continuing, â€œSo since you seem to have devoted your whole life to saving your sister, is it safe to assume there won't be some pissed wife or mate coming through a space gate to kick me ass?â€ deciding to broach the subject of what happened to them with a bit of humor. â€œI can warn you now that Codoe is very cross with you and may have a go at your toes to try and sooth his injured prideâ€ the smile still on her lips as she looked over at him.