<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UMC7dP3.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Quasar<strong></strong></strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>Hovering near the ship<br/><strong>Group</strong>Red Wasp, Superbus, Spitfire<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>Afraid, Guilty<br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><hr/>"We really don't need to get filmed doing this," Quasar moaned as images of her parents and mentor reacting to her being caught up in another scene of massive property damage flashed through her head, and that was even leaving out how many people were injured or even killed in the explosion.<br/><br/>She followed the others inside, ending up in the middle of the three as they moved into the awkwardly angled ship interior.  It was hard keeping her feet as the walls were really not designed to be walked on, and anything insufficiently secured had ended up scattered everywhere.  She just hoped that she hadn't hurt anyone too badly on board, as images of dead hostages floated through her head.  Would they find them dead, the blood on her hands?<br/><br/>Quasar tried to stay focused on the present, but it was all she could do not to reveal how freaked out she was to the others as her stomach knotted with a sickening mix of guilt and fear.