<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Karra was unsure of what to reveal to Carine and she debated on just letting Tom or Tania explain while she went ahead of vomited again. Karra was still rather dizzy and she wondered how well the surgery went if she was still feeling so bad when the doctor said in two hours she would be okay. Was anything even sterilized? She didn't know. Or maybe it was just the fact that it had been a traumatizing experience and she was still getting used to it. Either way, it was hard to focus on Carine's words, though somehow she managed.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #408000">"Karra, I know it sounds stupid, as that guy over there had explained it to me, but I didn't understand it. Where do you come from? You are not from Ovia and your weapons are strange. But you are not hostile, like all the folks her are. So I am pretty confused..." </span></span></span>Carrie said, seemingly embarrassed. Karra was at a loss, too sick feeling to really reply though she did try,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Ah...I u-understand. Excuse m-me, I just need a mom--"</span></span>Karra stopped talking, leaning over the trashcan once more to dry heave. She had nothing left to really let out and her eyes watered once more at the tightening of her stomach.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Oh god..."</span></span>she mumbled under her breath.<br/><br/>After a few moment, she took a few deep cleansing breaths and then looked up to Carine again,<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I'm sorry--I'm still not feeling well...To answer your question though, we aren't from near here at all and our weapons, while they are of fire, are far behind your own. I guess, technically, we come from a rather primitive area...I'm not really sure how we got here or how to get back home,"</span></span>Karra answered honestly, hesitant on explaining that they had come from a different dimension. She didn't want Carine to be in disbelief already, so she tried to explain the situation in the most simple terms without lying or revealing too much.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"All I know is we aren't anywhere near here and our plane--this thing that we are in now--crashed here. It is a flying vehicle and a fog over took us for quite a bit...and now...we are here..." <br/></span></span><br/>Karra began to heave again over the bucket and did her best not to cry. She almost wished she had died just to avoid the pain she was currently facing--almost. She tried to banish the negative thought, though, knowing that it would only anger those around her and that she was only thinking it because of the pain. A few more breaths and she was once again speaking,<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"We would have come for you no matter the danger, Carine--you are a life and all lives deserve the chance to live..."</span></span>Karra leaned her head back against the wall, a few tears gliding down the side of her face, though not because she was actively crying. The pain just produced tears without her say so, and a part of her hated her body for that.