<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 saw the look the female prisoner gave Karra and it gave him the creeps. It was a look full of desire, need and... ownership. It was strange, but he felt like she regarded Karra as her personal thing. And it made him cautious. First that she could look at Karra like that, second that she seemed not to doubt one second that it would happen. He just hoped that Sarge had seen it too. When she spoke her question seemed strange. Her land? There was no property of lands anymore in the legal meaning. And countries were long gone. Even the terrorists didn't claim land for themselves. Where the fuck were they?<br/><br/>Tom was kind of relieved when he caught the deeply disturbed look of the Sergeant Major. He had noticed the same. Tom was thinking about his next actions, when a deep voice startled him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"It is a hunting weapon. For animals. The soldiers have different ones. Quicker ones."</span><br/><br/>All heads turned to the second prisoner, who was watching a group of Sarge's soldiers examining the weapon. They had discussed silently and Tom had noticed that one had mentioned that it was awfully slow charging. Most likely the man had commented on that. So those were hunters, not soldiers. Tom's look returned to their female prisoner and he saw the look of anger and disgust on her face. He made a quick decision.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, time to speak with those separately. You, ..."</span> Tom pointed on the male who had pissed him off earlier, <span style="color: #FF8000">"... and you..."</span>, Tom pointed on the female medic, <span style="color: #FF8000">"...we take her to the cockpit and try to learn were we are. The rest speaks with him."</span><br/><br/>Sarge nodded, while Karra and the Latina watched him a little bit disappointed. But Tom had thought about that look she had given and he wanted to keep the two beauties away from the female one, while he needed a female soldier to learn if all females were causing that reaction with their prisoner. He doubted it, but he would soon learn about it. He took the female one with the help of the medic and they carried her to the cockpit, placing her in a seat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Sir, close the door please. We don't want to be disturbed, when we speak with our guest. Lady, I am Major Tom Peters, I am the pilot of this plane and the highest ranked officer on board. We apologize for our hostile acts, but until we know what we are up to, we prefer to play it safe. What is your name, if you allow me to ask?"</span><br/><br/>Tom watched the female prisoner up close. She was carrying herself with pride and there was not the least look of fear in her eyes. She must be some alpha in their society.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"That one over there is Private Fisher, our medic and this one here, is one of our civilian guest, Mr. ...."</span><br/><br/>Tom realised that he didn't even know the name of that idiot.</div>