Post by Grace Forjacks on Jan 16, 2010 0:18:02 GMT -6
For a moment, it looked like Enan was going to say something and really piss her off, but he got himself under control and headed up to see to Klove. They'd have to deal with this later, but Grace didn't care. What she cared about was making sure they got to Nox, cleared out the air, got the vamp and then headed to Terrra as soon as possible. She was sick and tired of this end of the System. Time to look for jobs in the inner System.
Grace turned to look at Szar and Castle. They'd both come through for her today, Castle in getting Klove out of danger and setting up point at the ship, and Szar getting the mechanic moving, and standing behind her. Another captain would have chewed them out, but you didn't chew out the men who'd just saved your ass. "You two just got your bonuses doubled." She told them before heading into the hall.
The Dwarf was there. Grace just fixed her with a rotten look, and headed into the cargo bay to check for damages. A few bullets had hit, but there was no permanent damage. She could get the walls hammered back into shape on Terra if the dings and dents bothered her, and frankly, Grace could care less about the aesthetics. What she cared about was killing that motherfiker sleezebag extrodinare who'd just cost her a cook. One of these days, she was going to put a bullet right through his skull, and that would be the end of Eddie Sprung.
Grace turned to look at Szar and Castle. They'd both come through for her today, Castle in getting Klove out of danger and setting up point at the ship, and Szar getting the mechanic moving, and standing behind her. Another captain would have chewed them out, but you didn't chew out the men who'd just saved your ass. "You two just got your bonuses doubled." She told them before heading into the hall.
The Dwarf was there. Grace just fixed her with a rotten look, and headed into the cargo bay to check for damages. A few bullets had hit, but there was no permanent damage. She could get the walls hammered back into shape on Terra if the dings and dents bothered her, and frankly, Grace could care less about the aesthetics. What she cared about was killing that motherfiker sleezebag extrodinare who'd just cost her a cook. One of these days, she was going to put a bullet right through his skull, and that would be the end of Eddie Sprung.
