<span style="color: #0040FF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Samuel Richard Johnson</span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Sergeant Johnson; Sammy</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://covermenmag.com/niklasnilsson/pixInt/h.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0040FF">"Sure thing Major," </span></span>Sam said as he held a firm grip on Kira's upper arm, though he didn't hurt her. He didn't trust her either, even though she did help them. The fact the Major felt the same made Sam feel a lot more at ease with his own judgement and he took the woman to the cockpit and sat her down on the chair. He then grabbed two zip ties and before the woman could protest, he strapped her to the chair with them.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0040FF">"Sorry, ma'am, but I don't plan on taking any risk with you. We've had enough problems today," </span></span>Sam explained apologetically. He then rummaged around the room and found some wet wipes. Karra always had some sort of wipes with her everywhere she went--years of ending up in the field with no shower had taught her that. Sam took a few out and came over to Kira and gently began to clean up her face and hands.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0040FF">"Thank you for helping us. I don't know what I would have done if we had lost Karra," </span></span>Sam said, his soft blue eyes looking up into Kira's. She was pretty, but it was obvious to him that she was unfeeling.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Princess Freya</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/a2c6e264-3a65-4102-946a-ac7eb0b5209e_zpsd9b16921.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>When Freya saw Kira's bloody hands she had expected the worst. Karra was dead and her stomach dropped, but Tom erased those fears immediately,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF8000">“Karra is alive, but we nearly lost her. Without Kira here we wouldn't have made it, but still she had been dead for some minutes and Sam and I fought her back into life. She wants to be alone with me and Tania for a while and I will be going back to her. Nevertheless I know that we have two more people now here.”</span></span></span>Freya breathed out a sigh of relief but tensed up once more at the thought that Kira would examine her next. Again, though, Tom eased her,<span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "Freya, can you stand the pain some more time? You may understand that I don't want to have Kira looking after you until I am back."</span></span></span>Freya swallowed and nodded, relieved that Kira wouldn't be near her unless there were others present.<br/><br/>She watched as the Professor helped Carine find something new to wear and could hear him speak to her, giving her a brief overview of who they were. She couldn't make out all he was saying, but she knew he wasn't telling more than necessary. When she was confident they were out of ear shot, she snuggled deeper into her blanket and looked up to Geek.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF40FF">"Kira isn't like the rest of us,"</span></span>Freya said suddenly. She had never trusted Kira, had always advised her cousin against being around the girl. There was something off with Kira, there was something missing. Freya wasn't sure what exactly what it was, but she felt as if Kira cared about nothing but herself--she didn't care who she hurt or what she had to do to get her way. It was something that no one noticed, but Freya could always see it in her eyes when she was just herself.<br/><br/>The drugs she had taken earlier helped a lot with the pain she had, and what pain she still felt she didn't care about. She was more willing to talk because of them,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF40FF">"Whatever she tells you--don't let her push blame onto others...and don't let her hurt me, please."</span></span>Freya seemed genuinely frightened by Kira.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">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/>Tania had helped Karra sit up, though she seemed hesitant to do so. Karra was still mentally reeling from the fact that she had died. She had really screwed up out there, had nearly gotten herself killed and it made her feel more guilty than anything. She still didn't know what exactly happened. She only recall Tom's expression before she had blacked out outside, then Tom speaking to her in soft tones when she woke up in the back room before blacking out the second time.<br/><br/>Tania helped wipe Karra's face some and had given her a bit of water to rinse out the blood and dirt that was in her mouth. Karra had a cut that went down her cheek, but Tania seemed confident it wouldn't scar as she cleaned it carefully.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"What happened?"</span></span>Karra finally asked after a few minutes of silence. She just needed to know how badly she fucked up, really, but she also needed to know that everyone was really okay. She still had a panicked feeling within her that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out why. It likely had something to do with the fact that she had been through hell and not much else, but still she couldn't seem to shake it.<br/><br/>It didn't make sense to her why she felt the way she did. There had been plenty of times where she had almost died and was pulled from the edge--but then again, she wasn't pulled from the edge. She had died. She had gone off the edge, Tom and Sam had just caught her while she was free falling. She looked up to Tania who seemed rather haunted and she wondered what all she had to do. Her hands had been bloody when Karra had woken up, but they were clean now as she had wiped the blood away before cleaning Karra's face.<br/><br/>Karra had managed to convince Tania to turn some of the lights off, leaving only the dim, soft glow of the shelf lights on. It made her eyes feel so much better and she gave a sigh of relief.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I feel disgusting..." </span></span>she said as she rubbed her tired eyes. Blood and dirt was everywhere in the room and Karra felt like she'd never feel normal again. It was right about then that Tom walked in and sat down on the other side of her.<br/><br/>She turned to him, her eyes roaming his body for any injuries,<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Are you okay? Did you get hurt at all?"</span></span>she asked worriedly, her voice quiet and small. With painful and slow movements, she moved closer to Tom wishing to be in his arms. She was pretty sure that she had only managed to pull through because of Tom and Tania's presence, though she doubted she needed to tell them that.