<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>Inside ship<br/><strong>Group</strong>Red Wasp, Superbus<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>Afraid, Guilty<br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><hr/>Quasar bit her lip almost hard enough to make it bleed when she saw the dead thug, his neck broken.  She had killed him when she'd moved the ship, and it weighed on her conscience.  Even worse, if he had died how many others had?  What about the innocents onboard?  Did she kill them trying to save them?<br/><br/>The longer they waited the more her stomach churned, and as she followed Red Wasp she looked around at all of the other doors.  "After the bridge... if we don't find out where everyone was we should split up.  If whatever that containment breach is is bad we need to get people away from here fast... or it'll be too late."