Name: Girias 'Cookie' Bomban<br/>Occupation: Grunt<br/>Location: Cargo Bay, Shadow<br/><br/>This was his part. The explosion, the crashed mule, the bullets, the screams, ... Everything. You might think Girias to be a violent man, but you'd not be completely correct. There's nothing Girias likes more than relaxing with a nice glass of booze, putting his feet up and just looking at the stars in the universe. The Second thing he likes the most, however, was being in a fight. Gunfights took his preference because of the ability to quickly dish out immense amounts of pain.<br/><br/>However, he was tied up by the Captain's order. No shooting, or else there'll be trouble. Trouble has brewed and exploded in their faces, one of the reasons why the captain now had a hole in his leg. He had his Winchester, Bessy, propped up already. Gun stock to his shoulder, trigger finger on its goal, rest of his hand resting on the reloading mechanism. He never heard anything as enjoyable as the next words the captain spoke, well yelled.<br/><br/><strong>"Now, I know that I said no shooting back, but I swear by the Holy Mother Mary of Grace and Mercy that if one of these mother-fucking, donkey-loving sons of bitches hurts just a hair of my little Jien Huo*, I am going to riddle them full of holes."</strong><br/><br/>Girias enjoyed it so much that he didn't care about the 'caring' words spoken about the Captain's pet. She belonged to him, just like the slave, and she did do a good job earlier on with the people who weren't presently shooting at our faces. Girias took several steps forwards, he slowed moved towards a crate for cover. During his walking, he aimed at every possible person to take aim at the crew in turn. When his sights found a man aiming a gun directly at the mule and letting off several rounds he took aim at the man and fired at his chest, trying to score a hit and take the man out.<br/><br/>His aim wandered off, looking for others who threatened the girls trying to rescue Sue. His fingers worked the mechanism, the gun spilling out the spent cartridge and loading a fresh one, just as he arrived at the crate. He kneeled behind it, gun resting on top of it, making sure he exposes as little of him as possible while still being able to oversee and protect everything. It was a standard flanking manouver, but it did its job for safety.<br/><br/>"Come on girls, I got you covered. Get that dumbass of a cook back on this ship ..." he yelled to Mya and the other woman, guiding Sue's hurt body back to the ship.