<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom had no idea what cooperating would mean with the Princess. At least she had accepted that she had the shorter straw right now - but only now. Tom was well aware that he may have to pay costly for this little victory. Most likely she wasn't one to forget about that, if they didn't manage to come to some peaceful terms with her soon. A soft knocking on the door made him turn to it. It must be urgent, otherwise they wouldn't disturb them. Maybe Karra had more luck with the hunter. <br/><br/>Tom pointed at the professor. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Alright, Professor. Your turn now. As she is cooperative, try to find out as much as possible about this place and her country. And don't worry. Private Fisher won't hesitate to put a bullet in her head, if she makes any trouble. And I wouldn't cry a tear, to be honest."</span><br/><br/>A smile crept on the young medic's face, when she pulled her pistol out and placed it in her lap. Tom knew that he could trust the young woman to keep the professor safe. Even if they would lose their prisoner then.<br/><br/>Tom walked to the door and open it just enough to look into the troubled face of Karra. But before he could say anything, he witnessed what happened behind Karra's back. He heard every word and even as didn't know what had been spoked before, the reaction of the Latina told it all. Tom followed Karra, after he had closed the door behind him. His mind was reeling. He refused to accept it, he simply refused it. But the more he denied the truth, the more he knew that it was obvious. Trees he had never seen, weapons far ahead of their technology, no communication, no navigation, princesses... this wasn't Earth. They were somewhere else. Where? He had no bloody idea. Was there a way back? He hoped for it, but he was a realist enough to understand that the chances were slim.<br/><br/>The sergeant major had picked up the unconscious girl and was looking for an empty seat now, but Tom shook his head and took the young woman from his arms. He sat down opposite of the hunter and cradled the woman in his arms. He was shocked, but he was not willing to give up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok. Seems the princess in there is right. We are in deep trouble. But before I comment on any of it, I want to hear what you have learned. Because I had to break the resistance of the princess until now and the only thing I learned so far is her name."</span><br/><br/>Tom looked at the hunter and he liked the curious and now slightly shocked eyes of the man. That one was probably the only chance they had.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Hi, sorry for all the trouble and for the restraints. We have to play it save by now. My name is Tom, my co-pilot is named Karra and the one over there is Peter. What's your name?"</span><br/><br/>The hunter allowed a weak smile to appear on his face. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Gleywine. But you can call me Gley. And better be careful around the princess. She won't forget you anything. She is a bitch."</span><br/><br/>Tom nodded. Yeah, that one was for sure.</div>