<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Doctor<br/><strong>Location; </strong>various<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Open<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/><hr/><br/>The plan had been formed and everyone knew their parts as they all shuffled off to take care of business.  Taking the down time as a chance to collect her thoughts regarding her change in status, Mya collected what few belongings she had from her "cell" in the brig of the ship and quietly moved them up to one of the empty crew rooms.  Taking a few moments to situate her things, knowing if Braxton found her here he would likely use her limbo status as a chance to punish her, she smiled quietly to herself <br/><br/><em>“Listen up everyone! I just spotted a Levett patrol and there is little doubt they saw us, too. They are probably not carrying radios out here in these parts, so we can still prevent them from reporting in. I want everyone who can carry a gun at the east cargo bay on the double. We are going hunting.” </em>  The sound of Braxton's voice on the intercom pulled Mya out of her moment.  She felt the familiar rush of adrenaline begin to course through her body as she rolled her eyes in dismay.  It wasn't enough that the crew and ship got all shot up the first time trying to finish the job.  But now when the crew was short handed, Braxton goes looking for a fight.  <br/><br/>Mya ran down the corridor towards the infirmary, quickly ducking into the sterile white room to pull one of her large black bags with the red cross embroidered on the outer flap.  Returning to the corridor Mya turned towards the cargo bay expecting casualties at any moment.   </div>