<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 at Karra, once again, when she cursed for the second time. There was a really nasty bump on her head and she had to steady herself with one hand. He cursed silently and grabbed the med pack. Walking over to her, he put his arm around her back and held her. There had been times when he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, but the Air Force wasn't fond of affairs at work. They would have ripped them apart and he liked the company of Karra too much to risk that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You're simply born lucky, Karra. Now stop bickering and let me look after that. I will send the designer some nice email and maybe you could sue them - if we ever manage to get out of this jungle."</span><br/><br/>Tom took an alcohol pad and cleaned the wound. It was just a cut, but as usual cuts at the head were some bloody mess. He didn't like it. Either he would take care of that one properly or there would remain a scar on the forehead. And Karra was too pretty for a scar there. Leading her over to the seat in front of recon unit, he sat her down.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Keep still for one minute please, Karra. I don't like to look into your pretty face and be everytime reminded that it was my lousy care that left a scar there. If you stop moving your head, I could fix that properly."</span><br/><br/>Tom steadied her head and started to go to work. Cleaning, fixing the cut with some adhessive tape, cleaning again and fixing the next tape. It took him only a minute and then he picked two pain killers from the med pack and handed them to Karra with some water.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Be a good girl and swallow that. You may kick my ass later for it, but now you do as ordered. I am still your superior. And I care about you...,"</span> the last words had been spoken less stern and a lot softer. Tom's eyes went to the computer asking for the password. He quickly typed the code in and then he waited for the menu. His first check would be the air outside. This damn cloud had been very troubling and that they had absolutely no sight so close to the ground wasn't normal. As if something was burning out there. He started the ABC diagnosis and waited for the beep of the computer. When he got the first data, he nearly wanted to run a diagnosis over the module first.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"What the fuck! Look at those sulfur dioxide values. And the nitrogen and oxygen are totally out of regular too. Where are we?"</span><br/><br/>Tom looked at those values and couldn't believe them. He was used to 78% Nitrogen and 20% Oxygen and not to 70% Nitrogen, 6% Sulfur Dioxide and 22% Oxygen. Even if they would have landed on a volcano, that doesn't add up.</div>