<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Time jump two days later...</span></span><br/><br/><br/>Alarms and lights were going off all over the cockpit as Angela swore and tried to correct the errors.<br/><br/>*We are losing shields! Hull integrity is down to 50%! We are going to die unless you do something now!*<br/><br/>Kratos screamed in her head as Angela's hands few across the controls and she struggled to regain control of the situation; the cockpit shock and the mech rocked at it was struck yet again. Sweat beaded and rolled down her brow stinging her eyes, though at the moment it went unnoticed as she sought to save the mech.<br/><br/>Another direct hit and the alarms became louder the lights flashing seeming to be more insistent.<br/><br/>*SHIELDS ARE GONE! HULL BREACHING! WE ARE LOSING PRESSURE AND ATMOSPHERE!* Kratos screamed in near panic as the mech prepared to explode with Angela still trying to save them, though it was pointless. Just as the mech's core was about to reach critical mass the cockpit went dark for a second before the light came back on. There sat Angela looking off into the blank walls of the holodeck.<br/><br/>*Well that would be...what....6 times so far today that you have managed to fail and be destroyed. What is going on with you?* Kratos asked concerned.<br/><br/>Angela sighed, her head going back as she closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands "I don't know..." she said at length.<br/><br/>*Not a good enough answer* Kratos pressed.<br/><br/>Sighing Angela lowered her hands, then her head as she stared down at the controls that she once mastered. "There has just been a lot on my mind lately. Its just been distracting me lately" she said softly.<br/><br/>*Maybe you should go and speak with the Captain? Regardless she needs to know that the leader of her pilots is off her game*<br/><br/>Angela nodded, "Yeah. I know" she said as she opened the hatch to the mech and climbed out, exiting the halodeck to make her way slowly to speak to the captain.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Veronica stood looking out of the new large window of the new quarters she was to be sharing with Jared. Sipping ideally at a cup of tea; had to give up the coffee because of the caffeine. Her mind and heart a torrent of confusing emotions. Why did he have to bring up that moment? When she almost lost him? When she...<br/><br/>Sighing she sipped at the tea again turning to watch the ensigns bring in her belongings. Already she was hating being pregnant and it had nothing to do with the baby itself. More to do with the fact that everyone was treating her like she was some precious fragile egg or something. That was going to break at any moment. She hated being treated like that and was having a hard time watching her tongue as she let the crew do their tasks. Thats what she gets for being pregnant on the ship in the time they were living in.<br/><br/>A thought came to her mind that made her smile, "Well at least I am not Jared....wonder how he is liking his first day of grunt work?" she mused aloud to herself as she drank her tea.