<strong>Room:</strong>Helm, center of room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open (anyone feel free to post!), though specifically Zoe, Raze, Carson, and Zac.<br/><strong>Doing?:</strong>Checking the status of the ship and individual responsibilities.<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://oi47.tinypic.com/2yu12cm.jpg)</div>Karen walked into the helm with an annoyed look on her face while her high heeled leather boots made loud clapping noise as if to announce her arrival.  The ship had been stuck like a rock floating in space for hours it seemed while their target escaped.   A few weeks ago the Aurora had taken the task of tracking down some 'ghost ship' for a local military command post.  She never did like working for the government since half the time when they weren't giving you a job they were trying to capture you.  It was not a job that immediately caught Karen's liking, but a job was a job..and besides, ghost ships usually held the promise of loot.  That last bit brought a smirk to the girl's thin lips as she remembered the last such vessel that the Aurora had caught.  However, instead of loot they had discovered the alien that called herself Sybella locked in stasis.  It had only been a few months since the blue haired girl had joined her crew yet already she was proving to be a useful asset.  Shaking her head to bring her thoughts back to reality, Karen glanced around the bridge to see if any progress had been made on the propulsion.<br/><br/>Standing now in the middle of the large command room with her hands on her hips, the captain's smirk quickly disappeared as she realized things were just as bad as only a few hours before.  She was currently out of her armored suit and instead had decided to wear comfortable clothing.  Aside from the tall leather boots that rose to mid thigh she had on a pair of tight fitting, low-rising jeans that hugged her backside tightly and low.  On her slender top she wore a simple black tank-top that showed off her toned arms and the hint of her strong abdominal muscles.  because the tank-top rode high on her stomach and the jeans were low on her waistline, the thong that she wore underneath would have been quite apparent since the straps stuck up on either hip.  Regardless of this slightly lazy look, Karen didn't seem to mind or be embarrassed at it.  Instead she simple let out a sigh before deciding to figure out why they still were not moving.<br/><br/>Glancing over to look over at the ship's computer controlled A.I. person, Karen first addressed Zoe,<strong>"Zoe, bring me up to speed.  Why haven't those repairs been fixed yet?  Get Zac on the com."</strong>She realized that their engineer, Zac, was probably doing all he could with his rather large intellectual abilities, but she was still frustrated.  Tapping one finger against her bare waist now she rolled her eyes before deciding to take a seat.  Crossing her legs at mid thigh and allowing one boot clad foot to remain off the floor she simply sat and waited.<strong> "Oh, and while your at it Zoe, see how much longer Raze needs before he'll be ready to lead the boarding party for this ghost ship we're trailing."</strong>She herself reached down to her side where a simple mechanical pistol was holstered at her waist.  The girl tapped a finger along the cold steel of the weapon, wondering herself now if the crew would actually be ready to board when the time came for it.<br/><br/>Finally, turning to glance over to Carson as he sat in the pilot's chair she simply offered him a nervous grin,<strong>"Well for how long that ghost ship has had to get out of range you still feel like you can catch 'em Carson?"</strong>As she sat with that same annoyed look on her face she tried to sit still and look in command.  Regardless, her hands were twitchy and she was ready to get this job done so they could all relax and get their pay.  Speaking to nobody in particular she finish,<strong>"And speaking of which..is that ghost ship still on radar?  We've been tracking this thing far too long to let it get out of our grasp only now."</strong>She wasn't sure if anyone was manning the radar tracker.<br/><br/>