<div align="center">-=Griffin Kingston, Captain - On Bellerephon assessing the situation and making a plan=-</div><br/>Griff had heard Vincent’s witty reply, though he didn’t acknowledge it more than a cursory glance in the direction where he’d heard the young co-pilot’s voice. Instead, he’d passed off the Shayu’s captain to Sasha to deal with, which she did in proper fashion, before moving to intercept Mae and prevent her from running out into the fracas and possibly into harms way. That was something he wouldn’t allow. He was already plenty pissed that two of<em>his</em>had taken a bullet, he’d be damned if he let something happen to Mae. He was known for keeping a cool head whenever he was in a tight spot, but when it came to his ship, his crew, his… friends, he was far more spontaneous in his actions. This particular instance he was also dealing with his bothersome feelings for his first officer, Sasha, and walking in on her and Si during an intimate moment, which was just wreaking havoc on his judgment.<br/><br/>He knew that Mae and Vince were in love, he knew that her thoughts were only of him and for his safety, and he tried to be firm but gentle with her to both ensure her safety and safeguard her fragile emotions. He saw the conflict raging in the depths of her crisp green eyes filling with unshed tears, His heart went out to her but he had to remain firm and in control of the situation; that was his job.<br/><strong>”Vinnie has my panties,”</strong>she quipped, but her voice lacked her usual playfulness, replaced instead with worry for her beloved. He gave her a soft smile, gently caressing her arm as she looked up into his kind, chocolate orbs. Her next words, though lacking any malicious tone, sent Griff’s eye brows sailing into his hairline with surprise.<strong>”You make sure he’s okay, you hear me? One hair on his body ….. that’s all it will take for me to go ape shit all over your ass… got me? I’m glad you’re okay…and the others…I’ll see what I can do to help…go get the infirmary ready for business. Please… please, tell Vinnie to come to me….as soon as he can… okay?”</strong>After a moment or two of having his words ripped from his mind with surprise, a slow smile spread across his face and he nodded his head in acknowledgement.<strong>”I understand, mei mei. I will send him to you as soon as I can. And thank you for your concern for my safety too.”</strong>He chuckled lightly as Dani reached him just as Mae turned to prep the infirmary.<br/><br/>He smiled over his shoulder to Mae as she headed off towards the infirmary just as Vincent pulled the skiff up to the loading ramp with the wounded Si aboard. He caught her smile as she glanced back over her shoulder at him, though looking right past him as her vibrant green orbs found the love of her life. Dani was quick to rush off to assist Si as he groaned in agony, silent and purposeful in her work. The gentleman gunslinger was becoming pallid as his life’s blood drained from the rather nasty gunshot wound in his thigh. Dani hurriedly tossed her medic bag onto the skiff next to him, reaching inside and pulling out a pair of stainless steel medical shears. As he made quick work of cutting away the ruined fabric of his pant leg, Anwar made his way from the Shayu’s cargo bay, favoring his wounded arm, cradling it tenderly in his good arm.<strong>”I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just a flesh wound. A few stitches and I’ll be as good as new.”</strong><br/><br/>Sasha was busy securing Captain McGill when Vince approached Griff as the others were all busy.<strong>“Thanks for watching out for Mae. Now that things have thoroughly gone awry, what do you need me to do from here?”</strong>Griff placed a strong hand firmly on his shoulder, his molten chocolate eyes fixing Vincent’s with a sincere expression.<strong>”You don’t have to thank me, Vince. It’s my job to protect my crew… all of you.”</strong>He glanced over to Sasha and there was a subtle, fleeting shift in his expression that was softer, vulnerable almost. But as quickly as it had appeared, it was devoured once more by the stern and purposeful expression of a man on a mission.<strong>”Yeah, help Sasha with our new friends. Drag ‘em back to one of the empty rooms and secure them to the bulkhead. We just might need them for a little insurance later on down the line.”</strong>He gave Vince a slap on the shoulder, signaling the completion of his orders before he strode dutifully towards Dani and Si.<strong>”How is he Doc”</strong><br/><br/><strong>”It’s bad, Griff. The bullet has severed an artery and he’s losing a lot of blood fast. I can clamp it to stop the bleeding for a while, but without that artery he’ll lose the leg. I don’t have the necessary equipment in the infirmary to properly repair the damage. He needs a hospital and soon.”</strong>Anwar reached Griff, Dani and Si while Sasha tossed Vince a pair of hand cuffs to secure the other prisoner while she pulled McGill to her feet.<br/><br/><strong>Well, there’s a hospital not too far from here as the crow flies, but we can’t stick around for them to patch him up. We’re on a deadline, and it’s a deadline I intend to keep if’n we aim to get paid… and I aim to get paid after all this.”</strong>Grabbing Si’s arm and hooking it around his neck, he helped Dani in assisting the wounded man towards the infirmary.<strong>”Okay people. Let’s get everything buckled down and dust off this rock. We’re gonna make a quick stop at Bellerephon’s medical facility and drop off our wounded before we head on to make the delivery. Let’s move!”</strong>