[quote]"Yeah. That's probably it."[/quote]
'That's great to know but it doesn't actually help me calm down...'
"I guess that m-makes me feel... less... scared..." she continues to shake.
"...What [I]IS [/I]this creature? Is this your pet?"
Frosty managed to speak after a few moments of total bewilderment.
Jag watched both Maddox and Taylor closely where it stood, rising it's arm swiftly at Maddox's words.
"Freelancer Maddox, you we're Officer Taylor's responsibility. Your error is now laid into her hands." Jag quietly interjected towards Maddox.
Amelia diverts her attention to whatever everyone's attention is currently being attended at.
"What is it I can't see."
'Wait... vision blurry? Is this part of-'
"Valkyrie did you ever star... start to lose your v-vision when you got shot those three times?"
[QUOTE]"What are you doing Taylor? I'm taking the heat. It was my call. I appreciate you backing me up but this one's entirely on me."[/QUOTE]
"We both fucked up, but mine is the bigger one. I could have stopped you, and we would have never been arrested. I'm doing my job and taking the heat." she stated, cutting him a glance.
[B]....[/B]
Valkyrie tilted her head in Amelia's direction.
"Think of it like this. Are you still alive? Are you still breathing, thinking, drinking....? Don't think about getting shot. The wound will heal, and you'll be back to normal."
Then Amelia spoke of her vision getting blurry.
"...don't tell me you're having a fucking panic attack."
"No it's not my pet, but maybe he could be useful to the crew, not sure"
"I can't let you take all of the blame. It's not right. I should've gone for a nonlethal takedown, followed my training. Instead I acted on impulse. I'll only let you take the heat if I get punished as well, officer Caine."
"Well, have you cleared this with the captain? If this thing defecates on the floor, I will [B]not [/B]volunteer to clean it up."
[QUOTE]"I can't let you take all of the blame. It's not right. I should've gone for a nonlethal takedown, followed my training. Instead I acted on impulse. I'll only let you take the heat if I get punished as well, officer Caine."[/QUOTE]
"That's up for the Captain to decide. I still request that I take the punishment." said Taylor. She hadn't moved from her military stance, her arms folded behind her.
[quote]"...don't tell me you're having a fucking panic attack."[/quote]
"W-well..."
'Symptoms. Symptoms... umm... shaking... sweating... nausea... dizzy... ness... detachment from your surroundings.'
"I think I... want to," she jumps off her chair, letting go of her hot chocolate, which hits the ground splattering everywhere. "I'm..." Anelia dashes out of the mess hall and barges into her room. She franticly scouts for something to hold... her pillow. It was soft, warm, perfect for stress. The light fixture next to her desk fell over on the way into her room. When she grabbed the pillow off, the sheets fell on the floor, all messy across her room.
Amelia sits on the floor in a fetal position, grasping the pillow between her cheast and legs, and slowly rocks back and fourth. Her eyes are wide open, her body, trembling, and hyperventilating like she held her breath for 5 minutes.
The stress, the people, the death, the responsibility. All this piled up onto at once. She sits there, alone, afraid.
"I'll go talk to her." Alex gets up from his seat, giving Owen a quick look "If that thing ate your trophy, it may eat other non-edible things. Better keep it under close watch."
After a few moment's he's in front of Amelia's door, knocking. "Can I come in?"
Yuga shrugged her shoulders and shook her head slightly, "If you two are quite done, I'd like to continue. The famous Terran bickering is only so amusing and as of now it is only wasting my time."
She put her hands behind her back and began turned away from Taylor and Mad, looking over the bridge and the current navigational data and flight path on the holotable.
"Your punishment is as follows. The crew earned considerable amount from Owens victory due to our own betting. Hence, every crew member will be awarded a 7 million credit bonus.
However, due to your performance I will be deducting 50% from your bonus and instead distribute it evenly among the crew."
She looked over her shoulder at Taylor, "Take heed from this lesson, First Mate Caine. Should these occurrences become commonplace I will have to take more drastic measures."
She went over to sit in the captains chair, removing her hat and taking out her compass.
"You are both dismissed." she concluded.
Yuga activated her compass' transmitter, "Mr.Perditus, Do you have anything you wish to discuss?" her electric voice asked as the compass translated her psychic voice into a physical sound.
[quote]"Can I come in?"[/quote]
Amelia doesn't respond. Her breaths are muffled from the pillow.
Maddox saluted and marched out from the bridge. As Taylor exited, he put his hand on her arm. "Hey, I appreciate what you did. But I meant every word I said, the blame should've been on me."
He smirked briefly. "For what its worth, I got your back. Just give me a when and where; I'll be there."
Maddox then saluted and began to walk towards the armory but suddenly stopped. "Oh and Taylor, you look better as a brunette."
"I'll speak to you once more later Officer Taylor." Jag muttered towards her before turning it's glaze at Yuga.
Jag nodded, taking an step closer towards it's captain.
"You have done well, Captain Shuur. Your leadership has truly been proven today." Jag remarked, it's head looking down towards Yuga's.
Abraxas walked out of the medbay, pulling out a pipe, pressing through his respirator port and huffing. He filed out several report detailing Vakarus, Dio, along with the recovering Porter as well. He leaned against the wall and chilled for once, no work no duty for now.
Amy passed her brother as he was standing in front of the door.
"What are you doing?"
"It's Amelia. I don't think she's doing to well. One second she's standing there drinking hot chocolate, the other, she bolted out the doors and locked herself in there."
"She was stumbling while talking and confused?"
"Yes."
"Sounds like a panic attack. Ok, get back to the mess or stay here, you're bad at this." Amy opened the door. "Amilia, I'm Amy. Alex's sister." She walked clamly closer to her and sat next to her on the bed. "Do you need anything?" Amelia nodded and Amy moved closer. Amy put one arm around her, letting Amelia calm down. Wasn't the first time she had to do this, she now doubted it was going to be her last.
"Thanks." she said, a bit surprised by Mad's remarks. As he wandered off, her thoughts returned to Yuga's 'drastic measures' threat as she herself traveled to the mess hall. She stopped as soon as she saw Valkyrie. Nope. Not right now. She walked passed, without looking in her direction, and continued to the bar.
Valkyrie looked in Taylor's direction as she walked by, her expression turning from normal to a sly grin. She could fuck with her again, poking and prodding her about what her punishment had been...nah. Maybe later.
Yuga grinned with her eyes and turned her head up towards Jag as she tapped her fingertips together in a rhyhtmic fashion, her voice once again coming from the compass, "A compliment is not what I expected from you, but it is welcome none the less. I must congratulate you on your performance as well. Your command in Taylors position as well as your acting when assassinating Briggs and assisting your team is commendable."
Yuga got up from the chair and turned her body towards Jag, her face forming into a minuscule frown, "However, I think you owe me and this crew an explanation regarding a different matter. Our previous guest mentioned that you were a wanted criminal and sought after in the combine."
She put her hands behind her back and tilted her head backwards, "This is something neither you or your bio has mentioned."
Jag tilted back and to the left in response in almost amused motion at hearing that it's was just 'Criminal' to the combine.
Nevertheless, the Sanghvi answered Yuga's request shortly after she finished.
"Most assuredly, Captain Shurr." Jag said lowly tone while it turn to face the holo-map in the middle of the bridge.
"May I?" Jag commented while glancing at Yuga, it's shoulder gesturing towards the map.
Hariim walks into the mess hall. He looks tired, his obvious cybernetic eye shining a dull jade. He promptly gets himself a zip-loc bag and some ice, and applies the ice bag to his head. He doesn't look physically bad, just worn out. He takes a seat a little distance away from the rest of the crew after getting himself some gin to sip on.
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Bucky strides in right behind Hariim, quite glad looking. Her vision is filled with AR entopic overlays showing her ship system statuses and diagnostics. The plucky android has her cozy pink hoodie and green exercise shorts on, a little garish among the olive drab and matte blacks of the mercenaries around her. But she seems blissfully unaware, happy to get herself a nice Italian soda. She stands next to the bar for a moment while she interacts with ship systems wirelessly.
Owen saw the incident with Amelia, then he noted, "I don't blame her, I still think about that big firefight that her friend got hurt in. Hard to keep concentration today."
Yuga nodded slowly, signaling for Jag to continue.
((Why the fuck did you slap me for?))
[QUOTE=KonorB;50340745]((Why the fuck did you slap me for?))[/QUOTE]
[Less than traditional doctor. Don't take it personally, its all part of the character.]
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Taylor glanced over as she sat at the bar, noticing Bucky standing nearby. "Great job on the pit crew." she said, folding her arms and propping on them on the bar.
[B]....[/B]
[QUOTE]"I don't blame her, I still think about that big firefight that her friend got hurt in. Hard to keep concentration today."[/QUOTE]
Valkyrie looked over and Owen and shrugged. "You see enough of it, you stop giving a shit." muttered Valkyrie, folding her arms behind head as she leaned back in the chair.
Valk's comment buzzed in Owen's head for a second, "hopefully I never reach that point"
[quote]"Amilia, I'm Amy. Alex's sister." She walked clamly closer to her and sat next to her on the bed. "Do you need anything?" Amelia nodded and Amy moved closer. Amy put one arm around her, letting Amelia calm down. Wasn't the first time she had to do this, she now doubted it was going to be her last.[/quote]
Amelia looked up, reacting to the touch of Amy's arm around her. She looked up to see her. Tears were down Amelia's cheek. Her hair was frazzled, and her face was all red. She shriveled up again, then laid onto Amy, sniffing up her mucus falling out of her nose.
Amy gently rubbed her back, comforting Amelia without saying another word.
János, in his aimlessness, saw Hariim and Bucky walk into the mess hall. He guessed most people, if they weren't injured, were there and followed them in. He approached Bucky.
"So, how was the race?"
[QUOTE=Infab;50340781]Taylor glanced over as she sat at the bar, noticing Bucky standing nearby. "Great job on the pit crew." she said, folding her arms and propping on them on the bar.[/QUOTE]
Bucky takes a second to respond, but smiles warmly at Taylor. "Thanks! I didn't catch a lot of what happened with your team. How'd it go?" The android replies, her eyes wandering over the rest of the mess hall for a moment. She tabs or clears the windows in her entopic display, giving her a clear view of the room.
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Hariim sips his gin and keeps his ice bag on his head. The poor old borg is cooling down his skull, the op and juggling all those systems put a strain on his chrome. Nothing new, but still nothing pleasant. Perks have their prices.
Overhearing Taylor and Bucky's conversation, János sat next to Bucky and listened in.
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