<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/js1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Keridwyn "Keri" Jones<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Pilot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gunnery Station<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Braxton<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It hadn't taken Keri long once the shooting started to flip on the floodlight! She'd used it to blind and disorient the Levitt's while her own people had gotten their asses back inside the ship. She'd even flashed it a few times so that the people shooting at them couldn't get their eyes fully adjusted to focus again either. They were going to just have to spray and pray they hit something, while she knew Cookie would keep the light at his back so he'd be able to see, and shoot, just fine.<br/><br/>She hoped he felled more than a couple of those pieces of shit!<br/><br/><em>”Keri, get us out of here! These wang ba dan* are ruining my interior decoration!”</em><br/><br/>Sliding from the gunnery turret and back down to the Bridge, Keri slammed into her seat and starting cursing a streak that would have made a sailor blush! Something was off with a damned coil and, as she tried to punch the engines, something felt sluggish and<em>wrong</em>with her number two engine even though the readouts weren't telling her anything! Still able to hear bullets pinging into the hull of the ship though she didn't bother waiting to find out what the problem was. They didn't have Phil and she wasn't leaving without her Crew, but she wasn't staying<em>here</em>either!<br/><br/>Without calling Braxton she decided she'd just hop them back across town, let Phil meet up with them there and Lance could fix whatever he hadn't kept up on in the first place! Oh she was going to have words for that man when they landed!<br/><br/>Flicking on the main comm channel she barked at everyone, "Hang on tight, we're going to hop back across town and from what my damned instruments are telling me, it's going to be a bumpy ride!"<br/><br/>She saw the light for the coil flick off, meaning Lance was at least in engineering working, and felt a little something loosen in her chest, but the engine still felt sluggish and she didn't like the vibrations she could feel through her feet. Her baby wasn't happy and wasn't going to fly pretty for her.<br/><br/>Shooting up a silent prayer, she punched her one working engine with the aim of buzzing over the town so Phil would know which way to go to meet back up with them.