<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;">Karra had snorted at Major Tom's poor attempts at flirting, but smiled anyway. Just as she was about to reply, a red alert came over and Tom was barking out orders. Karra had instinctively began to suit up, making sure her weapons were on her person and ready. When Tom said he was going to use the plane's defenses, she inwardly winced. She had been on the receiving end of those things before and it was never any fun. <br/><br/>It wasn't long before the bodies of the people outside were brought in and tied up. She double checked their restraints just in case, and then stood up fully, standing next to the Major. It was then one of the passengers spoke up, <span style="color: #FF8000">"What?"</span> Karra looked over only to see the woman from earlier in the day, a vicious little wild woman. Karra smirked, nudging Tom. Tom, however, did not respond to her silent tease and instead seemed to debate on what to say to the little latina. <br/><br/>Finally, he spoke--giving all the information they had to the passengers, <span style="color: #FF8000">"...luckily none was hurt other than my co-pilot as it looks..."</span> Karra gave a hmph, crossing her arms over her chest, <span style="color: #80BF00">"You make it sound like I was gravely wounded..."</span> she muttered under her breath where only Tom could hear. She focused her eyes on an empty spot, glaring a hole into the chair as if willing it to bandage her injured pride. She heard Sarge snicker in the background, but chose to bite her tongue. She could kick his ass later.</div>