(OOC: yay, Saiko's back, and so am I! I won't make any promises of being back regularly, but I plan on posting more often.)<br/>Pyre was startled by Gonathi as she rounded the corner.<br/><em>"how fares the mission?"</em><br/>She turned her head toward Shadir with a shaky grin, "well, I managed to locate some useful information, though it had some nasty guards." The concern in his voice was noted, though she decided not to make mention of it.  Now wasn't the time.  "I see you've picked up our old friend here. I'm a little surprised to see the two of you together, don't tell me you've joined the zerg while I was busy in here."<br/>--------------------<br/>The Churchills reply, if there was going to be one, was cut off by static as the transmitter died on Tsunami's ship.  "Sorry Churchill, I'm going to have to land whether you like it or not."  Laboriously, the ship made it into the hangar bay, and touched down roughly.  The landing gear decided to fail halfway through the process, so the ship flopped onto the hangar rather than landed gracefully.  "Whatever shot my ship is going to wish they were never born when I'm through with them," she muttered as a trail of curses followed.  A swift kick forced the damaged door open, allowing her to exit the mutilated ship, just as Pat arrived to greet her. Standing before him was a young woman clad in a red pilots jumpsuit with a black phoenix emblazoned on the front. Her hair was cut short, in military fashion because she had grown tired of it getting singed all the time. Though a modestly beautiful woman, she looked like she just wanted to go to the bar and have a stiff drink, a relic of her days as a mercenary. She didn't look anything like the civilian she claimed to be. A sheepish grin crossed her face as she saw Pat. "Well, that wasn't exactly my most flattering moment, Captain. Looks like my ship will need some repairs now too."<br/>(OOC: thank you Saiko, for letting me use Nicky's jumpsuit for my character.)