Uncertainty

[Jordan Maxwell]

"We need to stay here. I'm sure we will know one way or the other. Either a Pirate will be up here trying to kill us or Dru will be knocking on the door. If you are worried, then pray." She smiled and stood up when they hard a small booming sound.

"I think Dru just used a flash stick, things must be going well."

[Trace Kennet]

Trace had heard the boom too, and he jumped a little. He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine himself somewhere else. Hopefully their other jobs would not be as nerve racking. He thought about his family, and immediately wished he hadn't. The thoughts of them just made his situation even worse. If the pirates did kill him, who would tell his mother, and what would she think. "Jordan, what's your family like?" He asked pleasantly, and then he remembered something she had said about reavers taking everyone from her. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry i didn't mean to..." He stopped talking and tried to make himself as small as possible.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan=Black
Honey=Beige

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"Trace!" She turned and looked at him, he knew what she had gone through and he knew how she felt about everything, she just glared at him when she heard the cockpit doors open.

Honey had walked into the cockpit, she didn't expect to see two people standing there, her gun was slack at her side. She quickly raised it and started to fire.

Jordan didn't have time to think, she raised the gun and pulled the trigger as quickly as possible. A bullet flew through the air and hit the woman in the thigh, she toppled over screaming out in pain.

Honey lay on the ground holding her leg yelling out, how in the would had this happened? She wasn't sure. Though as she looked over to the woman that shot her, she could see the fear in her eyes.

Jordan took the gun from the woman and looked over to Trace, the woman had missed. Jordan said a silent prayer as she watched the pregnant woman fall into unconsciousness.

[Trace Kennet]

"Jesus" Trace yelled as the bullets began to fly. Mercifully none of the bullets had hit a window, but the controls hadn't been so lucky. The copilot's station was a mess, sparking like a firework. Glancing around the pilot's console, he noticed several things at once. "Jordan, that needs attention" he said, pointing at the alert that was going off. "The engine is down, and the doors are shut." He looked at her with fear, not daring to wonder about the reason this woman was here. He then moved to the woman on the ground. He quickly took stock of the situation and realized it was far beyond his skill. "Jordan, I am going to take her to the infirmary and see if I can stop the bleeding, but she need help. You managed to do a number on her leg, and she might not make it." He picked up the woman's off the floor, shoving it in his belt. He then picked her up and began carrying her down to the infirmary.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan stood there for another second before she snapped out of shock. She looked around, rebuild the co-pilot check, but first.

She sprinted more than ran, her way to her engine room and what she saw shattered her heart. The engine was trashed, not beyond repair, however it was going to take a long time. Jordan his her com button.

"Trace, this is going to take a while, how is she doing?" She asked as she began picking up random bits on the floor, she almost wished she could shoot the woman a second time.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace rushed the woman into the small infirmary on the ship, and he hooked up the few instruments he knew how to use. The sensors began recording her heartbeat, and he began to try his best to help her. Then he heard Jordan's voice. "She is bleeding a lot," Said Trace, as he grabbed bandages and a disinfectant. "The best I can do is try to stop the bleeding until she can get some attention, if she makes it that long." Trace used the little medical knowledge he had obtained from his time reading about space travel on Osiris, to bandage her leg. From what he had read pressure was key, and he tied the bandage as tight as he thought would be safe. Then he grabbed a handful of gauze, and pressed down. Almost immediately the blood began to soak through. "Jordan," He said as he began to panic, "She is not going to make it. She is losing way to much blood."
Even as Trace spoke, the sensor's began beeping, her blood pressure was dangerously low, and her heart was faltering. Then, the beep became a steady drone and the other sensors began to beep furiously. Looking up at the display, Trace's face took on a look of true horror. All the numbers were flashing, and the line that recorded pulse was flat, she was dead.
Trace stood in horror, looking at the girl, who now lay dead before him. She simply lay there, eyes closed, and if not for the blood everywhere he would have thought she was asleep. He looked at his hands, which were covered in blood and then he collapsed against the wall, as the gravity of what happened washed over him. He was reduced to sobs, as he sat huddled against the wall, his whole body shaking. He didn't care that he was covered in blood, or that his face and hair were dirty and bloody. He couldn't think, all he could do was sit, and cry.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan was plugging in some wires when she heard the com click on and Trace began talking.

"She is *brief static* going to make it. She *long static* blood."

Jordan gave a sigh of relief and started working faster, turning off the com. She knelt down and kept working tirelessly on fixing their ship, they had to get to a doctor and quickly.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

With Lars passing out it was obvious they needed to get to a doc, both of them. The pirate ship had a shuttle they could use, since the Bjorn was not in the best of shape. As quick as Dru could manage, which was much less than normal, she headed back to their ship to get Trace.

She was heading toward the bridge but instead found the pilot in the infirmary, with the pirate girl on the table. Guessing he must have attempted to help her. Dru stood there looking at him a moment, "Trace, get yourself together. Need you to get to the pirate ship and prep their shuttle. Lars and I need to see a doc, rather quickly."

Dru extended a hand to the kid to assist him in getting to his feet.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace was brought out of his slump with a jolt, as Dru walked in. She started telling him the captain needed help. He grabbed her hands, giving her an apologetic look for the blood. When he was on his feet he looked at the girl on the table. "I tried, she was bleeding, I couldn't..." He was unable to finish a sentence and he abandoned the attempt. "Where is the shuttle?" He asked, and then, "And where is the Captain?" He looked at Dru, hoping she would lead the way, he knew he couldn't do it alone. Trace was afraid of what she would say but he needed to ask, "Can you come too? I can't get him there by myself."

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru rolled her eyes at him, as if he needed to apologize for letting the wench die. "Doesn't matter Trace, she didn't deserve to live anyway. Shuttle and Lars are both over on the other ship." The boy must really dislike her, to not even show any concern for her; not that it mattered. Simple observations, they decide who to trust and how to handle others, even your fellow crew.

"Of course I'm going Trace, there's a bullet in my leg that I'd rather like to have removed sometime soon." Not to mention her arm could probably do for some stitches. Dru didn't wait on the pilot as she left the infirmary, but not before throwing a sheet over the girl. Last thing Jordan needed was to see her again, she was going to have a rough enough time with this. Not only obviously the first person she'd ever shot or even killed, but it had been a pregnant woman.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace realized as she spoke that she did indeed look a little worse for wear. He saw that her leg was indeed in bad shape. She threw a cloth over the girl, and then left the infirmary. "Do you need help? I can try to take some of the weight off of your leg if you want?" He didn't know what else to do as he followed her out of the infirmary and to the other ship. Trace felt uncomfortably aware of his bloody, unkempt state. As they walked, he did his best to make himself look at least somewhat presentable. The silence began to wear on him, and he spoke again. "What happened over there?" They were in the cargo bay now, and he slowed his pace before he entered the other ship, "It is safe right?"

[Drusilla Pardieu]

"I'm fine, but thank you." She told Trace as he offered to help her, but she had been managing just fine so far. They were going down the stairs into the Bjorn's cargo bay when he spoke up again. The silence hadn't bothered Dru in the least, but she answered his questions anyway.

"Lots of gunfire and lots of dead pirates happened. It's safe." Dru went through the hatch first, making her way back to the other crew. She'd sort of felt bad for leaving Jordan alone but didn't want her to have to go into the infirmary again. She gave Jordan a slight smile when they got there.

"Entry to the shuttle is right through there," she said as she pointed to a door not far off. Lars still seemed to be out of it.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace looked over at what she was pointing at, then at Jordan, and then he turned to the captain. "Jeeze Cap, what did you do to yourself?" He asked the unconscious form of Lars. Trace bent over and pulled Lars' arm over his shoulder. Trace stood up and pulled the captain with him. "Dru, can you grab his other arm?" said Trace, as he pulled the captain along. "He is not exactly light." As he waited for her to respond, he looked at Jordan. She looked bad, she had obviously been crying, and Trace blamed himself. He wanted to say something, to apologize for what he thought was his fault, but he couldn't. Dru had covered the girl up for a reason, and Trace had a sneaking suspicion mentioning any of that incident would cause trouble. He contented himself with a weak smile and a nondescript grunt. Then he returned his attention to getting the captain in the shuttle.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Jordan waved to her, but that was all, Dru sighed very slightly. She felt worried about the mechanic, not everyone was cut out to kill and even then. It was just a hard thing for most folks to do, it'd been hard for Dru at first too even though her parents had been bounty hunters. Over time it became easy though, killing for money.

With Trace's words her attentions went back to the situation and Dru helped the pilot with Lars. Once they got the captain onto the shuttle she left Trace to get things started, heading back to check on Jordan before they left.

When she approached the mechanic she squeezed her arm gently, "We'll be back soon, you going to be alright while I'm gone?"

"I'll try my best Dru, see you soon." Jordan smiled and nodded to her trying to show some confidence she didn't truly feel.

The concern in Dru's face was obvious as she turned to leave Jordan and get back to the shuttle. Time to see a doc about a bullet or two.

[Trace Kennet]

As soon as they got Lars into the shuttle, Trace began the preflight checks. Dru went back out, to talk to Jordan probably. Lars was out cold, and Trace was beginning to wonder if he was even going to wake up. As Trace powered up the shuttle, he began to worry that they were too late. The shuttle was ready to go, and Dru wasn't there, he turned around in his seat, "Dru? Let's go, we have to hurry." He returned his gaze to the controls. This shuttle was in bad shape, but everything he saw made it look like it would still fly.
Trace was getting impatient with waiting. He was growing more and more certain that the captain was going to die. He opened a transmission with St. Albans Port control. "Port Control? This is an emergency request for landing clearance. We need medical attention as soon as we land. We have one unconscious, and one with wounds to the leg and arms."
"This is St. Albans Port Control, you are cleared for immediate landing, as soon as you arrive. As far as medical however, we have no staff available. I can however look for someone local, if the situation is that serious."
Trace heard the response and was excited, but as the man went on, his face fell. "Whatever it takes, we're on our way in now." Trace glanced back over his shoulder. "Dru? We need to leave now!"