<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 been surprised when the young soldier had spoken, but having an electronic specialist with them, may prove helpful. He nodded and placed his still unconscious object of care in the seat. He was starting to worry, if something critical had broken in her. His head snapped to Karra, when she requested to speak with the princess. His sadness when he had to look at Karra was immediately replaced by fear - and anger. When would she finally realise that he would not allow the princess to find out the weaknesses of Karra - like her temper and he? Tom wasn't underestimating the princess, but he feared Karra was too cocky in that. He shook his head viciously. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"No way. And I don't plan to speak with her anyway. I just want to rattle her self-confidence. The princess and I won't become friends anymore. It is time that I live up to her expectations...“</span> <br/><br/>Grabbing one of the alien weapons, he walked into the cockpit. Without a word he walked over to the princess and pressed the trigger. Nothing happened and a smug smile appeared on her face. Tom looked down on her and then he looked at the medic.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Let me guess. She told you nothing? I believed so. But it will soon change...“</span> <br/><br/>Tom placed the useless gun at the wall and looked in the eyes of princess.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"How does it feel princess to abuse your folk and to feel absolutely safe with it? I've learned of those little transmitters. How you use them to surpress your people, control them, hunt them down. And I have learned too that your own transmitter blocks your weapons, keeps your bunch of sadistic nobles safe from the anger of your people. Oh, yes, nobody will rise against your tyranny, as a handful of you nobles can kill thousands of unarmed people.“</span> <br/><br/>Tom opened his hand to the medic and she placed her pistol in it. Tom kept his eyes on the princess, when he stepped back a little.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I have some news for you, princess. There is a new player in your game now. And he plays not according to your rules. Did you ever desire to learn, how your people really think about you? Well, you will soon. Because we have the weapons to kill your bunch of rotten nobles.“</span> <br/><br/>The sound of the pistol was deafening in the narrow cockpit. The bullet tore through the right upper arm and ended in the seat. Tom looked in the shocked face of the princess and it gave him some inner satisfaction. All the anger he had by Karra was gone now. Tom was totally calm and his voice was lacking any emotion.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It hurts, right? It is just the start. The next bullet will shatter your elbow joint. That hurts even more. And that won't heal. Tell me princess, where did they implant that transmitter in you?“</span></div>