<strong>The Captains quarters</strong><br/><br/>Shaan started to undress as soon as he had closed the hatch behind him and hung his clothes on a chair and removed the derringer contraption from his forearm. The shower room was approximately 6 feet square, with two shower heads in the ceiling. As Shaan turned on the water, his mind began to dwindle down the well of memories, on the fucking Collegia and the bomb that they had rigged aboard his ship to keep him in line. Shaan hated the Collegia and now he might have gone too far by locking their guy into the airlock. Once the water temperature was the way he liked it, he stepped in and let the water cascade over his head and back, looking straight into the wall, thinking about the situation he was in. As soon as they had reached that old Terran ship, he would board it again, but could he trust the crew? Odessa seemed ok, Sarah and Francis as well, he liked Francis, he seemed to be a good man and he followed orders without hassle. But he wasn't sure about Salonika, what made Azrael turn on her, especially after they had been fucking just moments ago, sure, he was a psychopath, but he wouldn't compromise a mission, or had Azrael changed since last time they worked together? Something about the new Doc was a bit weird, his instincts alarmed him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.<br/><br/>As Shaan began to soap up his body, he glanced at the mirror that covered the opposite wall, and noticed that he still had some fresh scarrings on his back, claw-marks from a mad terran soldier from that ship, the cursed HMS Vanguard. Shaan wondered how many crew that ship might have left, maybe a few hundred deranged madmen, if Shaan was lucky.<br/>