<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 let Karra's ranting wash over him. It didn't care to him. He pushed her aside and took Tania in his arms. It didn't matter to him that she was bruised now, it only mattered to him that she was back with the living. And he was pretty sure that she didn't matter the bruising either. He wanted her to live and he would not allow her to die. He had promised it to himself that he will fight for all the people on this flight and he was not willing to allow a desperate little latina to give up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I am ok, now. I was not some minutes ago." </span><br/><br/>She turned to Tom, ignoring Karra and the medic.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Ok, Major. If you want me to live then I make you personally responsible for my life. I realised that I had no life so far. Only studying, working and sleeping. And now I am caught on a foreign planet. That's enough to give up I guess. But if you want me to live then give me something worth to live for. As you guys are not giving up, I guess you have some plan. Don't think you can keep me out from it." </span><br/><br/>Tom squeezed her hard. He would do what she asked for. He would do it, because he wanted to do it. He had killed so many people in his life that it was time that he saved some lives now.</div>