<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div><strong>Kari Moreno</strong><br/><strong>In her office, on the ship, in space</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Allia</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dropship <em>Black Sun</em>, outbound<br/> Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/>Kari glanced sideways at Allia as she lay back, unzipping part of her top. “If you really want to know, I feel like that myself a lot of the time. I know I was unprepared for command, and there are moments that I’m worried that I’m going to miss something obvious and get us all killed. At the same time, I also know I have good people under me to keep me pointed in the right direction.” She smiled again. “Of course, you tell anyone that, and I’ll kill you,” Kari added with a laugh.<br/><br/>“Moshe’s a handful, but I think that he’ll be fine,” She continued. “Besides, I think that we want to keep hum around, if only to be a battle armour taxi. His<em>Sarath’s</em>good for that, at least.” She shrugged. “As for Damien and Hiro, personally I think the pair of them should just get a room and get it on already. I’d solve a lot. And personally, I wouldn’t mind it.” Kari laughed again. “Okay, don’t mention that one to them either.”<br/><br/>She sat back in her chair, still looking at Allia. “So anything else on your mind? Anything else you wanna get off your chest? And no, I’m not just fishing around for excuses not to get on with the paperwork”<br/>