<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>Bridge<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lance, Cookie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Keri's face darkened when Lance told her about Sue's niece. That girl was going to be nothing but trouble! Listening to how Lance didn't want to tell on her though she also realized that trouble or not, the men were going to let her get away with it because they were all in lust with the little flirt! It took ever ounce of control in Keri's body<em>not</em>to march out and tell the Captain, and to hell with the consequences, that that mindless little nymph was to stay the hell<em>out</em>of Engineering and<em>off</em>the Bridge as well. She kept her seat only because she realized that it might mean more to the girl if those instructions came from Sue, who she had seemed to look up to, and she<em>fully</em>intended to take it up with him when this mess was over!<br/><br/>Before she could comment however, Cookie came barging in and tried to stick a damned knife into her Bridge!<br/><br/>With a low growl she gave both men a dark look that would have (and had) quelled men their sizes before, despite her own petite nature, before she growled, "Can it both of you! Cookie, put that damned knife away, you spill blood on my bridge and<em>you'll</em>be scrubbing it out of every crack and bolt line I can find<em>before</em>this boat breaks atmo again.<br/><br/>Lance, you know damned well your bitching about those three is out of line. Captain gave shore time and Phil was simply taking advantage of it so he wasn't here. Sue was working the mule to help load the damned cargo, and Cookie was in the middle of the damned shooting trying to keep the Levitt's off us til I could pilot the boat out of there.<br/><br/>Cookie, Lance was in the middle of repairs and maintenance,<em>no one</em>was expecting us to get shot at and if you idjits need to blow off some testosterone to feel better do it somewhere other than<em>MY</em>Bridge!"<br/><br/>The more she spoke, the louder she'd gotten until she'd been yelling at the larger men with no care whatsoever who might hear her, or that they could probably overwhelm her with sheer size if they chose to. She'd learned growing up that when you were petite, you either made yourself seem larger, or you tended to get stepped on...she refused to be stepped on and she surely wasn't going to let the testosterone poisoning take over her domain on the ship.<br/><br/>Drawing a deep breath she forced her voice to a calmer level, though still louder than usual, before continuing, "Shit happened, it wasn't anyone's fault and no one was expecting it. This was supposed to be a milk run to just line our pockets a bit; no one's at fault so quit your bitching and let's get shit straightened out so that we can get the hell off this backbirth joke of a world...preferably<em>with</em>our money," she added with a significant look at Cookie's knife.