<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">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/><div style="text-align: justify;">When Karra had been pushed aside, she wasn't exactly sure what feeling washed over her, but it wasn't a good one. She stood quietly, heading back to the cockpit. The door closed behind her silently and she sat in her chair barely acknowledging Gleywine. <br/><br/>After a few shaky breaths, she propped her feet up as she sunk into the chair. Karra tried to free her mind of any negativity, of the things that hurt her feelings. She scrubbed her heart, polishing it over with mantras and cadences and codes she had learned over the years. She just needed a moment to think or at least a moment to get away from whatever the fuck was going on out there. <br/><br/>When she finally felt a little bit more centered, she turned her eyes to look at Gleywine. He looked rather haggard for his age, but maybe that was what Getalia did to people. She looked away, contemplating what to do. Tom wasn't exactly balanced, regardless of what he had said--and she didn't know if it was even responsible to let him remain in command. However, she also worried about what would happen if she forced him down. Would the others be okay with that? Had they thought his behavior a little unstable? Maybe Tom's life had finally caught up to him, maybe all those years of killing and being shot at had finally warped him. She wasn't sure. <br/><br/>God, she wasn't sure of anything anymore. It hadn't even been a full 48 hours and she was already at her wits end, ready to snap anyone's neck. Mostly Tom's. She mentally shook her head, no. No. She didn't want to kill Tom, he just--just frustrated her was all. Nothing about him made sense, he didn't feel like the same person she had been flying with the past two years. Or maybe this was the real him. <br/><br/>She knew that if this had been any other day, any other situation--he would not have brushed her off, would not have shoved her to the side, would not have made absurd demands--would never have dreamed of slamming her into crates. But it wasn't. They were on that planet at that time and there was nothing to be done about it. She would just have to keep on moving and hope that everything turned out okay.</div>