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**jhe90**

*uniformed crew nods and checks before going go the flight deck and tapping to take off*

Cal. Strap yourself in. Any seat.
*waves to 100 pr so seats in troop bay*

*Marla humming as making tea*

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Smiles but stays ontop of Sebastian*

*Looks over at Samuel*

You scared, or wishing you were him? I can't tell from your facial expression.

*Hand removes self from Wade's mouth*

*Wipes self off on his clothes and settles down*

**Overlord Thraka**

*Cal awkwardly straps himself in as Billy slinks lower into the couch*

**jhe90**

*Marla shouts *

Ya know. Technically, there the same person by source. So kinda not cheating. *winks *
*to billy*
And that's was cute... *smiles*

*walks off to her tank for a shower*

*Marias ship confirms and cal is lead to her suite having passed a 25km battleship protecting the frigate*
*Maria*

Hey... , *half face looking bruised and on her neck*
I'm... Excuse the mess and chaos. What ya here for.

**2BlackJack1**

*pats the hand gently and doesn't flinch as the shoe hits him in the nose*

Thanks, wannabe steampunk pirate. And Billy, don't feel bad. Death said she'd try, so that means there's a chance. She wouldn't do this if she didn't think so, she's got a million and one other things to do. Tight schedule.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Bridget stops next to Billy] You worry too much.
Caring for someone isn't a weakness, or embarrassing. It's a badge of honour. [Taps his chest]
And it can be serious, or goofy... Or whatever that is. [Looks over at hand removing itself from Wade's mouth]

[Samuel smiles] Mostly confused with no point of reference.
I can't.. Feel what he feels anymore. It's kind of nice. But kind of lonely.

**Overlord Thraka**

Cal: The doctors say you may not walk again. I'm here to make sure you do.

*Billy starts turning maroon but nods at Bridget*
Billy: Thank you

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Raises eyebrow*

Oh really? How about this for a point of reference...

*Reaches out and grabs Samuel by the collar*

*Pulls him to about 5mm away from own face, and stares into his eyes*

*Tiny glint can be seen*

*Releases him and looks back down at Sebastian*

Jealous are you?

**jhe90**

*maria*
Ok. You can take a look . I'm sure Marla gave you the info.
Even so with way my augment runs it take a day to be able to walk again after its fixed.
.*rolls over and several of the armour planels open revealing the systems inside near the neck*

neck was the area that was damaged

**2BlackJack1**

*grabs the hand and walks off with it*
*Santiago stands up and grabs another slice of pizza before saying goodnight and walking off to his room*

OOC: I'm done for the night (day for most of you by now).

**Overlord Thraka**

Cal: I can't fix this right now, I need a DNA sample to begin growing a cloned body part for repair. *Quickly draws some blood*
Cal: I'll be back in a bit, hopefully you won't need this though. *Waves and goes back to the room and his lab*

OO: Night BJ

**Buttery Commissar**

[Bridget smiles] And if it makes you feel any better, most of the Imperium has seen Benny in a guardsman's uniform being abused by a commissar.. The threshold for embarrassment is a far higher bar than you could ever ever reach.

[Yarrick looks perplexed] More like seeing myself in the third person, it's surreal. Don't tease, he's confused enough as it is.

[Samuel looks bewildered and embarrassed] You're forgetting I was born in a moment of love for you, Amelia. Sebastian was up that mountain to save your life.
But.. I'm not your partner, and I have to distance love from desire.
Well, that and I don't have any idea what it all means.

**Overlord Thraka**

Billy: Yeah but I had to say it infront you ya'll... *fades slightly back to beetred*

**jhe90**

*Maria*

Thanks. I hope I recover by my self.

*marla*
*pokes he's round a hatch wearing a towell*
*throws ameila her phone*
Dropped it when you carried me over. It was in my livingroom..
*hangs a black fitted dress with glittery sections*
Oh. Does not fit me.. But be perfect for you.

*to billy*
Oh so much higher. Remember the sunbatheing scandal....

*goes for shower*

**Sgt. Vanden**

Owww...So that means my idea won't happen?

*Looks at phone and pulls out another*

Hold up, this one's mine...What's...

*Turns on phone and sees the screensaver*

Oh my god this is not my phone...

**Buttery Commissar**

[Bridget tilts head and smiles] It wasn't anything that we didn't know.
You don't grieve like you did if you don't love someone.

[Yarrick pulls Amelia onto lap] You have a one track mind.
And I'm not saying no, but I believe in informed consent. And that- [Nods towards Samuel] -is not an informed man. Don't worry about it, I'll have a talk and maybe buy him a book or two.

[Kimmy walks in and looks between Yarrick and Samuel a few times] [Laughs and claps]
[Looks around and looks downcast] [Sits down against side of the bed]

**Overlord Thraka**

*Morrigan gives Billy a hug and goes to see what's wrong with Amelia*
Morrigan: Something wrong Amy?

Billy: I know but... it's still embarressing...

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Going slightly red from looking at the phone screensaver*

*Hastily puts it away and looks at Sebastian*

Hmm?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Bridget picks at arm of sofa] As embarrassing as the fact you haven't showered this week, and are starting to render this sofa a biohazard? You have strange priorities.

[Yarrick catches Amelia's wrist] Whos phone is that? And bear in mind I will find out.

**Sgt. Vanden**

I think it's Milo's...Going by the screensaver...

*Slowly takes out the phone and shows Sebastian*

OOC Reason I ain't typin' 'Yarrick' is cause I don't want to cause confusion as to which Yarrick.

**Overlord Thraka**

Billy: Oh, sorry... *Take oppourtunity to get out othe situation and goes to take clean up*

Morrigan: Biohazard? That's a bit much Bridget.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Stops Amelia from showing the screen] I don't need to see that, not my business. Just wanted to understand your red ears. [Tweaks one]

[Looks down at Kimmy] ... How do we help Benny?
We have.. [Checks watch] Oh dear.

And I rather need my tank back.

[Bridget watches Billy go to find a shower] True, but it took his mind off things briefly.
[Sniffs] Fuel tank may have been more accurate. We should change the cushion covers before an open flame causes this to combust.

**jhe90**

*milos phone chirps from a rather personal text from Marla and suddenly gets several PDF imail notifications *

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Drops phone and covers eyes in that order*

Oh my god...My would she send that to someone!?

*Picks phone back up and turns it off*

I need to give this back to her...

*Gets up and starts walking to shower block*

*Yells back to Sebastian*

Tell me when we go!

**Overlord Thraka**

*Every one in the Stealth ship is playing poker and waiting for somone to tell them anything*

**Buttery Commissar**

...We have less than twelve hours, and that planet is.. It's warp travel distance. Even if I wanted to get there in the ruse of an exchange, there's not enough time. [Looks stressed]

**Overlord Thraka**

OT: Ra, Horus, Huitz, Joan and Francis are all still there y'know

**jhe90**

*finds she is nit in shower block and ib repressor*

**Sgt. Vanden**

Hmm...

*Starts slowly back-tracking to go to Marla's Repressor while copying all of Milo's photo's to own phone*

**jhe90**

*milos phone starts triggering a security lock and is going to inform marlas phone*

*phone making alarm spunds*

*Marla in her tanks shower*