Sage walked through the now chaos filled halls as her men fought with those of the carrier ship. Blood was splattered all over the walls and floors, bodies littering the halls wether it was on of her men or not didnt matter to her. As the stepped into the next hall, her men were beating the ships crew to a pulp and made sure to keep them off of her. The middle of the hall was literally cleared a path for her to walk through as her green eyes scanned the crew, looking for one that would be the unlucky bastard that got stuck with her. Pausing at the end of the carpeted hallway, she let the sounds of dying, pained screams and yells fade into the background. Listening to the natural noises of the ship, she listened to everything that wasnt part of the chaos as her sharp, green eyes scanned the hallways.<br/><br/>Looking straight in front of her at the metal stairway that would lead down into the lower cargo bay, she heard the strange, eerie silence that flowed from there. Leaving the carpet behind, her steel boots made a light clanking sound as she took the stairs one at a time. Slowly, as if she had all the time in the world and not once did her even spaced steps falter. Coming to stand at the bottom of the stairs, she let her eyes adjust to the dimly lit room and slowly took in all the shapes of the different boxes or cargo items. Even in the dark, it was easy to tell she was a very beautiful woman as her pink hair caught the dim light rays. Her green eyes sparkling with life, the light making the fair skin of her toned stomach glow dimly as she took a step further into the room.<br/><br/>Suddenly Sage's body froze and tensed as she caught the sound of light breathing. It was very faint but it was definitely there. Turning her head to look at the recently secured crates, she turned her body towards the steel-edge crates and narrowed her eyes a bit before she suddenly relaxed. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips and she walked slowly over to the crates, pausing a couple feet away from them. "You know the cargo bay is where they look first for any survivors and food," she commented calmly, her voice soft but having a commanding edge to it. It was obvious that she was somewhere high up on the chain of command by the way she dressed and her confident posture.