Sarah looks around the bridge.  For a moment, she tugs at the collar of her shipsuit unconsciously, but then she settles down, and her many decades of experience give her thoughts on what to do next.<br/><br/>Ignoring Thraxius's argument with Cortez, she hails the Alexander.  "Kobras Aquairre to Reliquary of Alexander, Alexander what's your status?"<br/><br/>The report comes back in the Servitor's cold voice...<strong>"Objective, failed.  Target passed at close range, insuficent delta V to accomplish boarding manuever.  Regrets."</strong><br/><br/>She sighed. As expected, the thing had totally failed it's boarding action, and moved past the battle group entirely.  Sarah signaled back. "Understood commander. Come into a flanking position, and follow us back to the station."<br/><br/>She had been worried her beautiful ship had been caught up in the hellfire outside.<em>It is about time I did something about that thing's incompetence.</em>she thinks grimly to herself.<br/><br/>She puts the now slightly larger fleet on a course back towards the station, keeping their new acquisition between the Alexander and the Aquairre. Then she left her bridge station to Chex's able guidance, and went to seek out Baromir in his office off the bridge.<br/><br/>However, as she reached the entry, she had to step over the unconscious Kroot, and she paused.<em>Hmm... that's not good.  He's supposed to be our tough one.  If the crew see him like this?  Bad for morale.</em><br/><br/>Sighing, Sarah moves to a good spot, and wincing, pulls the Kroot up until she can get under one arm.  Standing with some difficulty, she struggles through the door and into the hallway.  Sighing with relief that the main elevators are so close, she stops as she imagines the long walk from them, in the lower decks, dragging the alien's bloody, ever heavier body along until she reaches the Kroot's den.<em>I'll never make it.</em>She thinks grimly.<br/><br/>Her hesitation costs her, as a pair of incoming bridge officers pause in the newly opening elevator, staring at the scene in front of them.  Sarah tries to shrug, and says calmly, with a hint of annoyance.  "I bet him he couldn't eat all four of the Destroyer's Chaos Champions in one sitting... I lost.  He's got a stomach ache from the warp though!"<br/><br/>Laughing, the two men enter the bridge, and Sarah sighs.  Moving a few feet over, she pushes the tram door open instead.  She shoves the Kroot's unconscious form unceremoniously onto a seat, and sits down next to him, hitting the controls to send the tram speeding towards the other end of the ship.  She pats the Kroot's feathered head almost tenderly.  "Guess you're staying with me tonight, Arkhah."<br/><br/>The tram reaches the luxury quarters in little time, and Sarah, sighing, redoubled her efforts to lift him, and pull him the short way to her door.<br/><br/>Opening the door proved too much however, and she collapses with the Kroot on top of her.  Struggling and squirming under him to turn so that her back is on the ground, the Kroot's beak catches her shipsuit, and tears the silk in her struggles.  Finally however, she manages to turn enough to get her arms and legs between them, even as the unconscious Kroot gropes slightly in his delirium.<br/><br/>A housekeeper wanders by on duty, catches entirely the wrong impression, screams, and runs away.<br/><br/>Sarah, pushing Arkhah off, glances down where the Kroot's talon's hand has rested on her now nearly naked chest, and shrugs.  She drags the Kroot into the spacious living room, wondering casually aloud.  "Did she think you were trying to eat me, or..."<br/><br/>Flushing scarlet a second later, she looks at the Kroot, alien yes... but male, and hisses at him. "If anyone ever asks... you were trying to eat me!"<br/><br/>She pulls the Kroot onto the leather couch in the corner, the one with the fantastic view of the stars, and arranges his limbs carefully, again almost tenderly.<br/><br/>Then, appraising her own now bloody and disheveled appearance, she strips off what remains of her shipsuit, leaving it in the arm of the couch before heading straight for the sonic shower.<br/><br/>10 minutes later, and now wearing a blue version of the same outfit, she goes out again, leaving Arkhah unconscious on the couch, his closed eyes facing the stars speeding by outside.<br/><br/>Taking the tram back to the bridge was only a matter of moments, and finding the Senshal not in the main bridge, Sarah tracks him down in his office.<br/><br/>Seeing the man composed again after his trama was a relief as well.  She needed his help, and crazy people were harder to work with.<br/><br/>"Baromir, listen.  I'm disappointed with the Alexander's performance today. I think we can do better, and I had an idea about that.  How's your propaganda muscle?"