Anya looked over to her brother. Sweat was beading down his brow as he tried desperately to maintain control of the craft, the maneuvers becoming more difficult. Pieces of space debris floated in the beside and in front of the craft. The good news was, it slowed down the reavers. The bad news? It slowed them down as well. Not as much though, not with Alpha.<br/><br/>She concentrated, the plasma guns were almost out of energy, soon they would need to recharge. She did the best damage as she could and it helped. She was able to disarm some of the ships control and she could tell the pilot was struggling, though he probably didn't care. Reavers were mindless and had only one goal on their minds. Destruction.<br/><br/>Anya had a few close calls like this since she started sailing with the firefly but she had never actually seen a reaver. Didn't want to. She heard rumors that Captain had, but she never asked. It sent chills to her bones to think about them. She put it out of her mind and focused at the task at hand.<br/><br/>Captain was calling her, asking her how they were doing, she grabbed her com and pulled up the video board. His intense look bore into her eyes. Something she could not quite grasp. Yearning perhaps? She thought she saw it, every once in a while. Especially when they were in tight spots. She wanted to be in different tight spots though, and usually she would make a crude joke about it to lighten the tension, make herself appear unattractive. Not right now. Not this time.<br/><br/>"We are handling, Captain. Just as we always do." At times like this she worried, worried that he would forget he was the leader.<br/><br/>She remembered the desperation in his eyes when she first met him. He couldn't have led himself out of a wet blanket, let alone an entire crew. His ship was in tatters, his emotions too. But still, he had a ship and it was more than her and Alpha had. They were crewman for the ship that rescued him, and poorly paid too. Alpha did little more than navigate in those days and scout ahead in Jets. Alpha washed out of the academy for his inability to conform to their rigid control. She had done well, but she left her post when he was forced from his. She would never abandon her brother. He was all she had left. He needed her.<br/><br/>So they took a couple of terrible crew jobs. It was difficult work and because they couldn't explain what they had done before it was also menial. Mephisto saw them different, he saw what they could do and how well they could do it just by watching them do simple tasks in those days. He had had some money saved and he paid for his own passage and theirs back to his vessel. Together they repaired it and came into their own. Now, his ship was a fine piece of work, she loved the bucket, and even when she cursed her it was as though the ship was a dear sibling. No one else could talk against her. No one.<br/><br/>Anya let out a deep sigh and retracted the phasers. They were done. She left Alpha in the bridge and ran to Mephisto. She needed to know what to do next. He needed to lead. She would follow him... anywhere.<br/><br/>((What is the ships name? Also please refrain from using chat speak as well as not capitalizing proper pronouns. It makes it a hard read. In the approval process it stated that they may look over our forums. I don't want you to be denied! I want to keep roleplaying with you :) ))