<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Ernest had jumped up the moment the Major pointed the pistol at the Princess. Granted he thought she was a bitch, but she hadn't done anything to them but be at the wrong place at the wrong time--at least from his perspective. The Major began to asked the Princess a myriad of rhetorical questions, none that seemed to phase her, and the next thing he knew the gun went off and the wide-eyed princess was staring at the wound in her arm. <br/><br/>Ernest felt sick to his stomach and it took all he had to not vomit. <span style="color: #80BF00">"What the fuck?!"</span> He asked, angry that the Major had shot the woman, angry that he hadn't even been given the chance to leave. <span style="color: #80BF00">"What the fuck?! Why would you--I can't..."</span> at that, the Professor stormed out of the cockpit. <span style="color: #80BF00">"He fucking shot her in the goddamn arm! He shot her! What the hell is wrong with you people, what the hell is wrong?!"</span> Ernest was furious and he didn't think when Karra came up to him. She tried to put calming hands on his shoulders, but he reacted violently in his anger, grabbing her hands suddenly and shoving her away from him. The small space didn't allow for much movement, and so Karra could not regain her footing, instead she went crashing to the floor.</div>