Troy nodded looking from Dren to Angela and then back again, â€œWell I am not going to lie and say that I am not pleased to hear you say that. Aside from the hopeful benefits to some of your technology I was worried that if you did attempt to leave that our enemies would get you and well I wonâ€™t even try to imagine what they would do to you. More interested in removing you from existence then even possibly gaining advantages from your technologyâ€ Troy said with a solemn nod of her head. â€œSo as of this moment you are granted the rank of pilot and part of the engineering crew. Most of the pilots have other skills and talents that are used throughout the ship, on top of some general labor tasks. I find it helps to keep them part of the ship, in touched with what the rest of the crew has to do and the part that they play in the whole scheme of things. Like Angela here as an accomplished mechanic in her own right and would be working on her own mech now if it were allowed, but as it is she usually has about three shifts a week in engineering working with  the chief engineer on the engine or being sent out to perform maintenance on other parts of the ship. I know she has a turn coming up helping in the mess as well though she always seems to find a way out of that oneâ€ Troy sending an amused grin to Angela who only shrugged.<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s not my fault that other more eager crew members end up taking my shift from meâ€ Angela said with a grin of her own as she tried to look completely innocent, though she was failings.<br/><br/>â€œAnyway, Angela will continue to be your partner. Your wingmen as it were and show you around on the ship and help you to get adjusted to life here on Eylandra. You need anything you see her and she should be able to answer any questions and get you whatever you need. I know that she has a training schedule set up for the pilots that includes some physical training as well as time on the hallodeck, but I am sure she can fill you in on all of that. Before I dismiss you do you have any questions for me?â€ Troy asked sitting back in her chair and sipping her now second cup of hot chocolate, having gotten a second cup after her meeting with Jared and Veronica.<br/><br/>Veronica supported him to her room, feeling that his condition was her fault though she had no part in the attack, except for not being at her station yet that in and of itself caused its own problems and issues. One in her room he practically fell into a chair, seeming unable to continue on to her bed which is where she would have taken him. Sighing and moving to go to the replicator to get them each some tea, she stopped turning  at the sound of his voice, his words and the sound lost that she heard making her swallow back a sudden swell of emotion.<br/><br/>Going to him she knelt down before him, her eyes looking into his own as she took a moment to just look into his eyes while she sought to put to words just why she continued, why it was that she went on? If she had more time she probably would have not been able to give him answer, if she had been left alone to ponder this, the answer would not be an easy to come to. Yet here staring up into the eyes of the man whom she was starting to fall for, one whom she could venture to say she loved the answer was easy and simple. â€œYouâ€¦â€ she said softly her words choked with a bit of emotion before she took a moment to clear her throat. â€œBefore you I continued on because it was my job and it was what was expected of meâ€¦â€she paused again to smile though it was a bitter smile, â€œAfter a while though it was no longer enough and I got tired of all the endless and to me pointless violence, but then something changedâ€¦â€ her voice changed to a softer tone as her eyes left his own to stare past him as she remembered the moment when all of that had changed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œI had just been transferred to the Eylandra from my first ship, it was heading back to the moon for some extensive repairs and the Eylandra has sent out word that it was in need of a new navigations officer. So I was dropped off here and reassigned. On a new ship, not really feeling the cause anymore wanting to return to the moon myself and just stop it all for a bit I did my best to just deal and not lose it entirelyâ€¦â€ her voice paused as a smile crept onto her face. â€œThere I was in the mess picking at my lunch when I heard for all the life of me what sounded like a dog growling. Looking up I saw you glaring at some crew member who I had overheard a moment before say something about the ship allowing animals where people ateâ€ she chuckled, â€œAngela was up and out of her seat restraining you while you told the guy that is it was not for these â€˜animalsâ€™ there would not been a fucking ship for him to call home and eat his precious foodâ€™. Then you shrugged Angela off and stormed off, yet as you passed my table I met that wild glare of yours, the one that had that crewman basically pissing his pants, and I was not afraid. If anything that look, it was so primal, so alive that it gave me a new purpose in lifeâ€¦â€ her eyes moved to meet his own again, as a full smile came to her now â€œMeeting you and seeing if your eyes only became that way when angered. Or if they got like that when you experienced any rush of emotion?â€</span></span><br/><br/>Sighing she rose up on her knees and rested her forehead against his own as she closed her eyes, â€œMeeting you, getting to know you and coming to care for you has become my reason for continuing. My reason for getting up every day and doing what I must to help this ship complete our mission, if only for the barest of hopes that when this is all done and we have a new home that I will be lucky enough to still have you by my side and willing to share a life with meâ€ the emotion was raw in her voice as tears threatened to spill forth. â€œThat is the reason that I continue on even when it all seems so bleak and pointlessâ€