<b>[Cargo Bay - Makeshift Infirmary]</b><br/><br/>For what seemed like an eternity Kes said nothing, her eyes stared daggers at the half breed as her mind went through all the ways that Neymi could die. Personally Kes found a flamethrower or a rocket launcher to the head to be preferable and very entertaining for her.<br/><br/>Her loud growl diminished as the sound of a round was chambered into a pistol and  along with the oh so familiar sound of a weapon being ready was the command voice of the designated CO entering her ears. Years of Alliance Military training began to reassert themselves in her psyche over that primal urge to defend her territory. Claws retracted into her hands and her facial features slightly soften to the point of looking annoyed rather than homicidal rage. Her chest swayed at her taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, desperately trying to get herself under control.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">"Sir! Yes sir!"</span>Kes replied, her hand almost throwing the Alliance salute, not out of any mockery, but of routine instilled through her training.<span style="color: Red">"Okay, tin man. Lets just get it over with, and put on your clothes as the CO says."</span>K'esara sighed, and gave the half breed a look. Her eyes told her flat out that this was not over. Anger seemed to have killed any arousal that she had felt earlier and all she wanted to do was now get this over with, grab ammo for the heavy machine gun, and pray that Neymi didn't cross her path while she cleaned her weapon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>