<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_tiny.jpg)</div><br/>Jaimie Rickshaw<br/>On The USS Triton<br/>In the Captain's Quarters<br/><br/>Confused and cornered.<br/><hr/><br/>The captains vivid and gruesome threats snapped Jaimie to attention.  Looking straight at him as he towered over Ophelia.<strong>"You wouldn't!"</strong>Jaimie cried, stepping closer to Ophelia, obviously fearful for her friend.  While this man was surely a fearless and imposing captain, there was no way he could be so cruel.  It wasn't possible, was it?<br/>Her eyes showed no hostility, only a silent plea to the commander.<br/><br/>She wanted to explain to the captain that while Ophelia was headstrong and rebellious, there was no way she was a threat to armed men trained to protect their country.  Inside her throat she could feel the words, fully formed but trapped.  Only a tiny strangled cry managed to escape as the captain's officers emerged from the cabin doors once more, forming an even more ominous atmosphere.  It took all of Jaimie's strength to simply stand up straight and not cower in fear as she grasped both Ophelia's arm and her bag.<br/>Jaimie herself if she was trying to support her friend by sticking to her, or if she was cowering behind Ophelia's defiant attitude.