Angela does not know why but his comment made her smile and blush a little an odd nervous energy coming and taking a hold of her, this was not something she had experienced in a quite a bit; not since...Pushing thoughts of Him from her mind she returned to the present moment in time, "Thank you" she replied with a smile looking down at their empty bowls and wanting to say something more to try and, well she was not sure what it was that she wanted to accomplish but the words left her mouth none the less. "The same can be said about you. With risking your life traveling to the unknown and then having the strength and ability to come to my aid, says a lot about your character"<br/><br/>The moment of silence that passed between them was somewhat prolonged as they both just sat gazing out at the stars enjoying the simple moment of one another's company. It was the soft chatter of Codoe in the other room that roused Angela from her thoughts, making her check her watch again and realizing that the two of them needed to get some rest before they docked with the other ship. Clearing her throat nervously she stood gathering up the empty bowls of their meal and taking them to the sink to be washed later. She turned to face him, resting casually against the sink behind her as she smiled lightly, "So I think we should both get some rest. I am still a bit tender from my wounds and I am sure that your body could use a bit of rest to help deal with all the shock and excitement of the day..." she pushed off from the sink to meet him at the door to her quarters in order to show him out, "Though if you need anything don't hesitate to have the computer contact me....ok?" her tone friendly though now that she was moving about again just how tired she was became rather evident. "SO um...I guess this is good night and I will see you tomorrow" she spoke in a nervous awkward energy as he left her quarters, the door finally sliding into place and Angela leaned against for a moment with a sigh before she went off to crash for a bit with Codoe. It was only going to be a few hours, more like a cat nap really, but some sleep was better then no sleep.<br/><br/>As she laid there in bed idly stroking Codoe who murred happily on her stomach her mind wandered to her past, to him, to what they had. Then to her future, to Dren, to the words of Krato and she actually began to wonder if they could possibly have something? These were the last thoughts and questions that were running through her mind as sleep claimed her tired body and emotionally exhausted mind.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">Micheal sat a bored his ship with a pleased smile on his face, the Eylandra was disabled and down two pilots. The mole on board had performed beautifully with those codes for the shields which had allowed for the mines to go through them. Oh how he loved it when a good plan came together and how such success further confirmed his belief that he was doing the righteous work of God.<br/><br/>Across the stars his people were bringing the sinful and cursed heathens to justice while having the glory to meet their maker; It was like music to his ears. Though now thinking in this prideful and pleasure way Michael knew he must repent or lose the love and power of his beloved God.<br/><br/>His people were smart and knew better then to question their leader when he left the bridge without a word, having learned on the one occasion when the last first mate had asked such a question and found himself gutted on the spot for interfering in the workings and dealings of the lord. Now they only followed him with their eyes when he left and continued with their duties, though the tension did drop considerably when he left to go to his private quarters for prayer. Like everyone released a breath they had been holding, for fear of attracting the somewhat crazed attention of their beloved leader.<br/><br/>Getting to his quarters Michael went to small alter he had erected there for him to use in personal prayer, though the instruments that laid upon the red stained white marble were some that most people would think to find in a torture chamber then in anything relating to God. Unbuttoning and removing his uniform jacket, his pale chest showing muscle tone but also the signs of numerous wounds, most of them looking self inflicted instead of those gained in battle. Such as the beginning of the lords prayer which was carved into his back, though from the position it was assumed that he had someone else carve it for him.<br/><br/>A soft murmuring of prayers came from his lips as he reverently took up one of the blades that rested on the alter, his eyes still closed as he continued to pray and drag the knife across his forearm his body shaking from the pain and the rush of adrenaline that he associated with being a spiritual connection. God wanted his will be done and Michael was going to be the tool with which he would see it be done. <br/><br/>It was sometime later, as he began his third recitation of Hail Mary that there came a very light knock at the door. Covered in a mixture of sweat and blood, panting heavily from the adrenalin and the rush of the holy spirit unto himself Michael was certainly in another state of mind as she snapped, "He who disturbs the chosen of God had best be without sins and with good reason!" <br/><br/>There was some pause before, "Sir....we have a report from one of our brother ships....they...they have the Eylandra in their sights and are preparing to engage them...." the fear was like music to Michael's ears as he returned his focus to his alter. <br/><br/>"Contact me when they have destroyed it! Not before or with any other news until I myself leave my chamber, understand?!" <br/><br/>"Ye....Ye...Yes sir!" came the fear filled voice of the crewman from the other side of his door, soon followed by the sounds of feet beating a hasty retreat. <br/><br/>Taking a calming breath and focusing once more Michael picked up the spiked belt and began his hail Mary's again, "Hail Mary full of grace. The lord is with thee..." <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">SMACK</span></span> as he brings the belt down across the front of his thigh..."Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus" <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">SMACK</span></span> across the same wound again. "Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death" <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">SMACK</span></span> "Amen" Pausing a moment to gather his breath and his wits about him before he began again, having given himself ten of them to do as penance, restarting back at one from nine since the crewman interrupted him earlier.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #4000FF">Captain Troy was sleeping somewhat soundly in her bed when the alarm was suddenly raised, shooting up from bed "Captain to the Bridge, status report!" <br/><br/>"Enemy ship coming from our six, mech's launched and coming in hot! Shields only at 75%!" <br/><br/>"Alert the pilots to battle stations! I'm on my way to the bridge!" Troy said as she rushed to get dressed and then head off to the bridge praying to God that this not be the night that they died, they still had so much work to do. </span><br/><br/>Angela lurched from her sleep as the alarms went off, her side shooting with a sharp pain, Codoe squeaking in annoyance at being knocked from his favorite sleeping spot on her stomach. Angela had begun dressing and getting ready before a bridge officer contacted her, "Yeah I know! Going to snag up Dren then we will be on our way!" she reported back while finishing getting dressed before rushing to next door, practically banging on Dren's door "Come on Dren! Got a fight on our hands they need you in the hangers to launch!"