<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 looked over to the silhouette of the young latina beside Karra. It was a good question. When he had hold her this morning in his arms and she had kicked him, he had recognised how wiry her body was. She was a regular visitor of the gym, that was for sure. He had no doubt that she would able to walk three days. Physically. But was she able to do so mentally? Tom had no idea, until he could speak with her. He shrugged with his shoulders.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I know that she is trained enough to walk three days, I just don't know how much that situation drained her. But I don't like to leave people behind. Neither soldiers nor civilians. If she isn't able to walk, then I carry her. It's some 100 lbs, nothing I am not used to carry as field pack. Although I have to admit that I have never carried such a beautiful field pack.“</span> <br/><br/>Tom grinned about the weak joke. He just hoped that she would be as vicious as she had been this morning. But somehow he doubted it. He could only imagine how her days had looked like in the past ten years...and now she had to realise that it won't help her anything. She must be desperate. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I hope Geek will be able to isolate the frequencies of the transmitter. If we would find a way to block their signals, the weapons of the soldiers may work on the nobles. That would help us a lot. Because out here we are able to take them out with snipers, one after the other. But at Ovia...“</span> <br/><br/>Tom saw the curious look of Gleywine and he frowned.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"What are snipers?“</span> <br/><br/>Tom grinned again. He wouldn't tell him all. Not because he didn't trust Gleywine, but because Gleywine could get captured. You can't tell what you don't know.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Long distance shooters. What is the reach of the weapons of the Getalian?“</span> <br/><br/>Gleywine pondered on it for a while.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Standard issue foot soldier, 250 ft max. My hunting rifle 400 ft. Tripod 600 ft and hexapod 1000 ft. 1000 ft is quite some distance.“</span> <br/><br/>Tom just smiled. The hexapods would be useless before they even got into firing range.</div>