<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;">At Sarge's words, Karra's anger seemed to deflate immediately. She was still angry, but he was right--now was not the time to get upset. As for the woman wanting to make her a slave? Ha! Not without a damn good fight, that was for sure. She didn't think too much on it though.<br/><br/>She nodded to Sarge, giving signal that she had heard him. She followed him over to the male prisoner and she leaned casually against a seat, crossing one booted foot over the other. He had spat out words before she had even inquired anything. She kept silent for a moment as Sarge looked at her with quiet questioning--was she going to do her job or was he? She took a deep, bored breath.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Where we are from isn't quite the concern right now--where we are matters entirely far more...Free you, huh? I'm guessing that's the princess in there you are so scared of??" </span>Karra asked, jutting a thumb to point at the door that led into the cockpit. The princess did have quite the bad vibe to her, quite opposite of the man sitting in front of her. If anything, he seemed tired and worried. Good, it meant that he might actually give them some useful information--he had already given them an idea of what kind of place he was from, and she was none to happy about what they were likely to encounter.</div>