The great wide open (All crew)

[Sidney Bainbridge]

Trinity, The Black: 1st January 2523


The Trinity was full to the brim with new and old crew. She had a job waiting for her on Bellerophon and it was going to be a big one alright. For now though the ship had just left Newhall and would have some time for the crew to get to know eachother.

Sidney had spent the day making plans for where and when they were supposed to arrive at Bellerophon and getting what details he could. The day was drawing to an end and he was ready for his first well cooked meal on the ship from their new cook.

Meilin had already proven to be a good cook at the resturant and soon they would see if the ship had the right kitchen for that to happen here. Sidney walked in to the dinning area and took a seat quietly and without saying a word. He leaned his head down placing it in his hand and began to rub his forehead. It ached from the long day of going over all the info again. He hadn't looked the room over to see if anyone else was in it when began to speak to himself. "Never though taking charge of ship would be such a pain." He mummbled to himself.

[Tari Gasha]

Tari was still on the Trinity, despite the fact that they had left Newhall. No one had asked her if she was getting off and she found herself rather happy with the situation. The thief hadn't had much interaction with the other crew, meals tended to be 'fend for yourself' since there was no cook. That had changed during their time on Newhall though, Sid had hired on a cook. She was supposed to be great and tonight was the first meal they'd have made by Meilin.

Anytime she could the young woman spent time around Art, trying to help with the mechanic stuff if she could. You know, fetch a wrench, hold this in place here..that type of thing. At night when her couple hours of sleep passed she wandered around the cargo bay, did some working out, have to keep up her girlish figure and all.

While they were on Newhall she cured her building urge to steal; some new clothing, new shoes, some random things here and there. They were headed to Bellerophon next, chances were she wouldn't be able to steal anything from there. Or shouldn't at least. It was a dangerous planet for thieves, security was top of the line, even she wasn't that stupid.

Tari made her way into the dining area sporting a few of her newly acquired goods. The top, the shoes, even the jewelry set. Sid looked as though he'd just sat down, she overheard him seemingly talk to himself. A smile spread across her lips as she sauntered in to have a seat herself. "Evening! I hear we're to have a great meal for once." Her voice was enthusiastic, she was excited about the food and the potential she'd heard about it. Tari was definitely tired of the boring bland food she'd been making herself, she was no domesticated woman.

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Outfit

[Roger Davis]

Roger had been seated in the dining room for some time now. Being new to the ship he had planted himself in the common area to hopefully get to know those he'd be serving with. Still not comfortable with barging in on anyone in their quarters or job specific room, this common area seemed the best place to go.

He'd ditched his coat, no longer having the need for it against the elements or to conceal a weapon. What remained was a white button-down shirt and the leather harness over top of it that was supporting the shoulder holster under his left armpit. Roger had just been reading in the corner to kill time until Sidney walked in and took a seat.

"I'm glad you're already considering me to be a pain, sir." he quipped back at Sidney's soliloquy. Roger knew, or at least hoped, that the comment wasn't regarding crew but the ship itself and whatever job they had up and coming. Still, it was a way to get conversation started and at least to alert the man to his presence.

As he said it, a new woman entered and took a seat as well. Roger had never seen here before but of course that could be said for just about everyone on the ship. He gave a polite nod and smile of greeting to her as he got up from the corner and took a seat with the others.

[meilinalbright]

"Well, let's hope this lives up to the expectations."Meilin smiled at the other woman as she sat down. Her name was Tari, if she remembered correctly. Meilin set the side dishes on the table, quite satisfied. It was her first meal for this crew, and it was important because it would tell her more about cooking for this bunch. How much did they eat? What dishes didn't they seem to like? All sorts of information to gather and file away.

There was a savory rice dish and salted green beans in covered pots to keep them warm, and two large pitchers of a fruity iced tea. Still in the oven was the main dish, two large roasts. If there were leftovers, she cold easily recycle it into a quick lunch of some sort. Waste not want not. Might as well enjoy the fresh ingredients while she could. "Help yourself to a drink, the meat will be done in a moment." She nodded at Roger as he joined the table. "And cheer up." She told Sidney quietly. "Good leadership takes time."

Meilin grabbed two potholders from a hook on the wall and pulled the roast out of the oven, kicking the door shut. "And everyone's hands had better be washed if you're planning on eating." She was nice about the reminder, but completely serious. The roast smelled just right, and she knew it would be properly tender. She didn't want dirty greasy hands all over her work. 

With a large smile of satisfaction, Meilin set the roasts down in the center of the table and pulled a knife out of her apron. She cut several slices to start off the first roast, then set the knife and serving fork down. "Dig in."She instructed the crew, removing the covers from the side dishes and putting them back on the kitchen counter before taking her own seat at the table. Meilin was hungry and figured the rest of the crew could dish up as they came in. The price of being late

[Kalli Ann Bernett]

Kalli had been wondering the halls of the Trinity waiting for something, anything to happen. Art had this ship in great condition and it ment little mechanic work to do. With Sidney taking charage as well the rest of the ship was in tip-top shape. She was so board. She had spent an hour or two in her quarters today day dreaming about what their next job would be. She had heard a little bit about it probibly more then the rest of the crew. She had make quick friends with Sidney over their time togehter.

That is when it hit her like the wave of a tsunami. The smell of food and not just food but good food. She had been excited about the new cook. She had taken her turn cooking a few times on the ship and it wasn't bad. Probibly the best on the crew before now, not to toot her own horn, but it was true. This though this was far above and beyond anyone else on the crew.

She took off running toward he common area. When she arrived she ran over to Sid slinging her arms around him just as Meilin finishing up talking to him. "Thats right old man, you'll do just fine" She said in reply to her comment. he had changed quite a bit since her early days as a space traveler. It had been 19 months since she first met Sidney and he had helped her grow up so much in that time.

When they first met she was a timid young girl with unincumbered dreams of what it was like to be part of ship crew, and for a while he had made her become more jaded but that had passed and she was still innocent but now more mature and brave. Brave enough to join him at his side as a gunhand when she wasn't doing mechanic work. She never would have touched a gun before but now she carried the one that Sidney gave her at her side openly where everyone could see it. She still saw everything in a positive light but now had confedance to go along with it.

"This looks and smell wonderful. I can't wait to to try." She responded to Meilin's request for them to dig in. She let go of Sidney and took a seat next to Roger. They had not really had a chance to be properly introduced so she took the liberty to do it herself. "Since the good Sid here han't had the chance to get us all introduced I figured I would do it myself. I am Kalli Ann Bernett but you can call me Kalli, or Ann or whatever you like really." She told him as she leaned over closer and reached an hand out to shake his. She was being a bit flirty, again something she never would have done two years ago but she figured it wouldn't hurt anything really.

Sidney's silence about the upcoming job had her excited. If he was being quiet it meant it was something good and she couldn't wait to find out. In the mean time she would get to know the crew and have fun along the way.

[Art Doyle]

A well-oiled machine. Literally. That was the Trinity. She was in tip-top shape and there was no mistaking it. Art was pretty proud of himself, but he also had the luxury of someone to fall back on should the job get hairy. Doyle had always been a good requirement on jobs - seeing as he could handle a gun oh-so well - and it was nice to know Ms Bernett was always there and eager to assist. At first, the mechanic had been a little apprehensive of another fixer being brought aboard - a momentary weakness as he fell victim to the thoughts that maybe James didn't think he was doing a good job. Those thoughts were always fleeting, and Art now found comfort in the extra hands. Not to mention, young Kalli was a charming girl. Art didn't have any designs on her, mostly for fear of what Sidney might do to him. Some days, that might've raised a grin of mischief on the mechanic's face. Today? He was sort of sobered. There had also been the addition of Tari. Art had obviously quickly caught her eye, and she'd caught his. To be fair, not many ever seemed 'smitten' with him. Well... he wasn't saying she was. Maybe in the loosest sense of the term. Art didn't mind her hanging around in the least.

The day had been spent forcing smiles and dropping into that 'boy-next-door' manner he was so accustomed to whenever someone passed or approached. Other than that, his expression has been pretty bland. Blank. He had that deep and thoughtful air about him - Art's 'deep-thinking' face usually was just a faceless mask. Maybe there was something on his mind, and maybe there wasn't.

He'd been in and out of the engine room, but only to check up on things. Tari had distracted him a fair few times, and he'd welcomed it. Other than that, he'd been in his bunk. Pottering about.. doing this and that. Currently, he was looking at himself in his shaving mirror. Just this idle, blank glance. Considering and oddly... cold. He'd been getting ready for the meal he'd caught wind of and wasn't going to show up in grubby overalls and greasy hands. Nope. Art was donning his usual look. The light blue pinstripe shirt, dark blue-black waistcoat and pants. Shined shoes. Tie. The effect was something like the most well-dressed cowboy from those old, old, old Earth-That-Was holovids. You know. The ones that usually turn out to be the bad guy.

When he arrived at the galley, he noticed the congregation was already there. He had paused beyond the threshold a moment, out of sight, and fixed his face with a grin. His head poked through the open doorway.

"Now... I know what food smells like, but if you go off whatever the hell we've been eating, I'm sure that can't be food. Smells too good to be food."

Art shot the cook a smirk, having not had chance to meet this new recruit - their master chef. He'd tip his head to the rest of those present.

"Ladies, Gent." He'd lift his gaze to Sid with a cheeky grin. "Sidney."

Peering between the new recruits, he figured he'd get his pleasantries out the way quick... because he was starving.

"For those of you that're new-- I'd be Art Doyle. Mechanic. Welcome to the Trinity. Treat her with respect, she's a classy lady." That last part was added with a wink.

And then he was at the table in a quiet flash. Sat in a seat next to Tari and more focused on the fact there was food-- and he wanted it. Fine cuisine was hard to get in this 'Verse if you weren't stationary in the right places. So when a ship get's a cook? It's like Christmas day.

[Sidney Bainbridge]

The crew began to flood in like a pack of hungry wolves as the wafting smell of food filled the ships halls. This was the quickest responce people had to the cooking here. Infact it was the complete opposite reaction to it from normal. Most went and found a place to 'keep busy' when they smelled Art or Sid's cooking.

Meilin had no doubt cooked the best meal the ship had ever seen and it only took a second for Tari to make note of it. Sidney moved his hand from his forhead when he heard Roger speak to him and gave a quick nod to him, but before he could respond Meilin and Kalli both began to speak. Kalli nearly knocked Sidney out of his chair when she wrapped her arms around him he could feel his head throb a bit more with the jolt.

Then came Art as fancy as ever. It was no question he was trying to impress the ladies; Tari, Meilin, and maybe even Kalli. He didn't worry to much about Art with Kalli though even though they worked togehter in the engine room regularly Art would be smart enough to know that she was off limits by Sid's decree. "Evenin' everyone. Meilin, if this is half as good as what I had at the resturant it will be the best thing served on this ship since I have been here." Sidney said quitely as he loked his hands over. He hadn't done anything that would cause them to be of any major mess today so it seemed he might just slide by.

He decided it was time to forget about the job coming up as they had a few days till they arrived at Bellerophone. For now he would use the time to get to know his crew a bit better. "Well it seems everyone is ready to eat. When you are ready Meilin we'll begin" He figured it was only proper to allow the cook to be the one to green light the start of dinner.

"Art, Kalli I presume the Trinity is as always in prefect condition?" He knew as soon as he said it that the answer would be yes but it was a way of saying what they did around here without it seeming like a formal presentation of the crew. Sidney poured himself a drink as he waited for their replies.

"Roger you finding your way around alright? And Tari, well .. well honestly I am not sure what it is that keep you here. He questioned as he took a sip of his drink. He scanned the group really quick to get a good look at what he had to work with. The job they were taking would no doubt take the full effort of the crew. Roger, Art and himself were the apperent strong arms of the group and Kalli who now kept the gun sidney had given her on her at all times would be a good addition to they group though Sidney still had reservations about taking her on the risky business. For those parts she would be best served keeping the ship in working order.

Tari's skill could prove to be top knotch for some things they would be doing as well. She still kept her talents under wraps as best she could it seemed most the crew hadn't caught on and though Sidney himself had a good idea he didn't let on. No sence spoiling her fun until her services were needed.

[Sakura Kina]

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. The smell of the salty ocean in front of her was delightful and refreshing. The sand below her feet warmed up her up as the sun began to set. A smile formed upon Sakura's face as she watched the horizon gleam with the rays of the sun upon the clear, blue waters. As the last rays of light began to disappear, an unsettling feeling came over her body as everything became cold. The sand below her feet became unusually cold and the water began to recede from the shore at an alarming rate. In what seemed like only a few seconds, the beach suddenly disappeared and Sakura was now in the middle of a desert. And all of the sudden, a gunshot rang out from the distance, a sharp pain in Sakura's chest following thereafter. Turning around, she saw an armored man with a hat on wielding a pistol aimed right at her.

Looking down, Sakura saw blood. Lots of blood and a bullet wound in her left chest. Looking back up to her assailant, she saw the man had raised the gun up to aim at her head. Her body shaking, Sakura tried to duck, but her body refused to move. As the man pulled the trigger, everything went black, only the echoes of a second gunshot ringing in her head.

Gasping for air, Sakura sat up, unintentionally ripping out an IV needle from her arm. As the pain in her arm subsided a massive pain rippled out from her chest and head, causing her to fall off of the metal bed she had been resting on, right onto her stomach. Only her training and experience in the militia kept Sakura from screaming out in pain as her whole body shuddered from the immense amount of pain. Forcing herself up, she scanned the area to get a sense of her whereabouts.

The lights in the ceiling began to flicker to life from Sakura's movement and so did her memory begin to flicker back. The last thing she remembered was the mission with James and the Trinity crew. They had encountered a group of bandits working for a man they were tracking and the team was cut off from each other due to a sandstorm. She remembered picking up an M14EBR and taking a sniper spot on the balcony of one of the houses. Sakura remembered everything up until... Until someone shot her in the back. Everything became blurry as she vaguely remembering turning around to try and look at her assailant who then proceeded to shoot her in the head. Raising her right hand, Sakura touched her head and felt cloth wrapped around it. As she pressed a bit harder on the cloth, Sakura felt immense pain underneath the cloth and immediately withdrew her hand involuntarily.

Wearing nothing but surgery garments, Sakura stood up, armed herself with a scalpel knife and walked towards the door, leaning on the walls and tables in the room to support her weight. Opening the infirmary bay doors, Sakura recognized the common room of the Trinity. The room was empty, but she could faintly hear chattering upstairs. Scanning the room she found a pistol and a knife on the table of the common room, with a cleaning kit unfurled right next to the weapons. Putting the scalpel down next to the weapons, Sakura picked up the knife and its sheathe, slipping it between her shoulder and the garment and ripping a hole in the garment so that the sheathe could latch onto it.

Sakura then picked up the H&K USP45 pistol and checked its ammo count. There were 8 rounds in the clip and the pistols seemed to be in working order. Sliding the magazine back into the pistol, Sakura pulled back the slide and slowly let the slide pull back as it loaded the first round, keeping a tight grip on the slide so she would not make a sound and alarm the possible hostiles upstairs. It seemed like paranoia, but she was not taking any chances. She would not let herself feel at home in a ship until she knew who were its occupants.

Slowly making her way up the stairs, Sakura limped slightly from the weakness of her legs which caused her to wonder exactly how long she had been out. Once she reached the top of the stairs, the voices were clearer and distinguishable. Reaching the door into the dining room and kitchen, she took a deep breath as she slid the door open, raising the gun to aim at the nearest figure. Her hands and whole body in general were shaking and her footing was very weak as she tried to hold herself up without having to lean or sit down. Many of the faces she did not recognize, but one she did recognize. "Arthur..." she muttered, her hands still holding the gun up aimed at the oldest man it the group. "W-Who are you people? Where's James??" Sakura asked, pausing between words to catch her breath as her lungs tried to get readjusted to taking in more oxygen. She wouldn't let a single soul get close to her, at least until she had some answers. Not even Arthur.

[meilinalbright]

Meilin was both pleased and surprised that both of the mechanics came to the table looking so clean. Her ego was also getting a significant boost from the praise her food was earning by smell alone. "Well do more than just smell it before you praise it." She laughed, taking off her apron and sitting down at the table. "Everything's ready, just serve up your own plates with as much as you want. There should be plenty." Meilin grabbed her own plate and started dishing up, quite hungry herself.

So far, she really liked this crew. Meilin hadn't really gotten to know anyone yet, but that would change in time. She had just taken a bite full of rice when the door slid open again. It was another woman, who looked nothing at all like she had expected. For one, she was aiming a gun at the group. Meilin's eyes widened and she swallowed her bite with a little difficulty. This was the first time she'd been a situation remotely like this.

Her apron was still in her lap, and Meilin wrapped her fingers around the handle of the small knife she always kept in the front pocket. Not much use for her against a gun, but it was better than being completely unarmed. The woman was weak and bandaged, clearly the victim of some attack. Meilin glanced at Sidney and then Art to see if they had some sort of explanation to offer or were just as surprised.

Maybe she had gotten on the wrong ship.

[Tari Gasha]

With everyone introducing themselves Tari felt a little embarrassed, "So very rude of me! My name's Tari, I'm just a passenger on board. No useful title here." She smiled sweetly with her words, gotta make a good impression on the folks of course. It was the good smelling food's fault that she'd forgotten, yes that was it! Her smile deepened when Art came and sat beside her.

Meilin sat down to join them, which meant it was time to eat. Oh yes, the young woman couldn't wait for some real food. "If it smells anything like it tastes, you deserve the praise and then some." Tari began to put a little of everything on her plate, she didn't usually eat too much but she did want to try it all.

Tari's attentions were suddenly turned towards the door, just as she was about to take her first bite too. Damn. She noticed the gun before anything else, the thief paled a little. The woman didn't look too good, perhaps unstable, with a gun? This didn't seem like it was going to go well at all. She spoke though, to Art who was sitting next to her. Tari didn't dare make a move to look at him, nor did she dare speak.

[Roger Davis]

The dinning room was a flurry of activity as the rest of the crew seemed to appear out of the woodwork and before he knew it, food was on the table. It had been a while since he'd had a meal that looked as good and was also prepared by such a friendly face. He resisted the half kidding half serious urge to say 'just like ma used to make'

Roger was soon joined by a very young woman, introduced as Kalli, taking the seat beside him at the table. She had to be a mechanic. Despite carrying a weapon he could tell fighting wasn't her primary concern around here. Besides, stereotypically girls of that age aboard ship were always mechanics. It was a safe bet and Roger always gambled on safe bets. Instinctively he took her outstretched hand. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Kalli."

Before another word could be spoken yet another crew member appeared. The man, Art, introduced himself as the ship mechanic, a bit of a shock. The man hardly looked the part, more like a business man in that outfit than a grease-monkey. Roger had already pegged Kalli at that position too. Could there be two mechanics on-board? Hardly unheard of and if Kalli knew her way around a gun it would make more sense to have two secondary roles rather than one primary. Time would tell, not much sense in confusing oneself with speculation at this point.

"Well, suppose it's my turn for introductions then. The name's Roger Davis. In case it ain't obvious already I'm a veteran of the war. Guess which side. I ain't been exactly fortunate in my work opportunities on account a that so I'm mighty grateful to be apart of the crew. Thanks for the warm welcome so far."

Speech over, Roger turned to the meal at hand stopping only to reply to Sydney's question, "So far so good. I been on a Firefly or two before. They ain't two different one from the other, at least not the big stuff. Trinity is about as fine as I seen 'em though." he added as much for Sidney as for Art. It wasn't exaggeration either.

It seemed the dinner was not meant to be. Hearing an unfamiliar, and shaky voice, Roger glanced up at the newest entrant... an armed and half dressed woman, completely confused by the situation and ready to start shooting. 'This is why they pay me the big bucks' he thought to himself as he quickly drew his own pistol and aimed it at her, ready to fire the second she started. He tried to take aim in the most non-threatening way... if that was even possible. It felt good to have a job again.

[Kalli Ann Bernett]

Kalli could feel her mouth watering as the food came to the table. This was fantastic just fantastic. How could this place get any better. And now that Art had made his way in there it was time to eat. Luckly it only took as second for the new cook to ok it.

She reached for the food without hesitation. "Of course Sid, Art hardly lets me do much of anything down there though." She got ready to take a bite not even noticing the door had slid open or the young lady talking it was the glint of light of the gun pointed in their direction that lead to her knowing something had gone wrong. "What the go-se." Kalli exclaimed right then she saw Rogers gun raise up to met the woman at the door. Kalli made a snap judgement and decided she needed her gun out fast as well.

She put her hand on the butt of her gun and began to draw it as she went to stand up. Instead of standing though she pushed her chair back making it crash on to its back nearly taking her with it. Her weapon falling on the table infront of her as she stumbled over the chair trying to catch her self. With this incredible display she could do nothing but stand there in shock at her own foolishness.

[Art Doyle]

It was starting to turn into one of those real family meals. Like the ones Art had seen in old holovids on the Cortex. Warms the heart, don't it? When the word was given, the mechanic - chief mechanic, maybe..? - started to load some food onto his own plate. He was sure he'd caught the new cook's name. Meilin? Sidney had said it moments ago. Praise be to Meilin. Somehow through all the wear and tear the various crews of the Trinity had gone through, a simple, tasty meal would bring all it's latest recruits together. A smile was given Tari's way, knowing to expect one already aimed at him, but he was catching wind of the conversation now. Tuning in to Sidney's words as he spoke. About the ship, no less. Art could already tell it was little more than a conversation starter. Something to say around the dinner table. Kalli beat him to it, of course and he gave a little smirk. It made him feel a touch guilty that he was maybe keeping the poor girl from her own passion.

"I ain't used to having all this good, honest help. I'll admit that. Actually-- I was thinking on a rota system. Shift work for the repairs and engine and--" Art had been talking - had being the key word there - when everyone else appeared distracted by something else. The mechanic trailed off as his head slowly turned towards the source of the commotion.

That was about when he was met with wild eyes. Eyes he hadn't seen open for a while. Art hadn't forgotten about Sakura - far from it. Ever since she'd come back to the ship and not woken up, Art had wondered if she ever would. That one bed in the infirmary, off to the side, that had been occupied by her, had been left untouched. Truth be told, the mechanic had checked up on her now and again. Make sure her equipment was running. Even read her a book once. No one could do anything for her. Waking up was her job. From seeing how strong she was when up and about, Arthur always had a little faith she'd pull through eventually.

Not... in this way. This was rather dramatic, to say the least. Art hadn't seen it coming, but here she was! Awake. Alive. Whilst he was over the moon with relief, the fact she was spooked and waving a gun around in her state of undress was not good... After, he'd seen how good a shot she was.

And then people were going for guns! Art stood up slowly, trying to take control of the situation because he was, without a doubt, the only one here that knew this woman.

"Whoa, whoa! Okay. Let's all just... calm down. This is-- Sakura, it's good to see you awake, but we'd all.. appreciate it if you put the gun down."

His attention was split between everyone.

"And this poor woman has just come out of a coma. Probably should've mentioned our medic was lying in the infirmary but... well... here we are? I'm sure pointing guns back at her isn't going to help calm things, right?"

Again, he'd turn back towards Sakura, but had been mindful enough to steady Kalli in her attempt to raise her weapon. He'd even flinched as it clattered on the table. A hand had rested over the gun, but he didn't go to lift it. Instead, he carefully moved away from the table and around it. He didn't get any closer to Kina, though. He knew this woman. She wouldn't flinch if she felt threatened.

"Sakura. Listen. James is okay. He got in a bit of a bind recently, but far as I know he's golden. These people are new crew. Sid over there is actin' Captain. He's a nice guy. Bit gruff, but you know." Even in a situation like this, Art had to make light of something.

"You know, for a doc, you should really know that you shouldn't be up. I mean. Straight out of a coma... So... you calm enough...? Wanna... put down the gun...?"

Hands were, at all times, held up with palms faced towards her.

[Sidney Bainbridge]

It hadn't been but a moment after Sidney spoke up that he had the go for the food. Everyone else was digging in with little to no wait. Sidney as he had done with his troops back in the war waited till all the others had grabbed some. Back in the war there were time where there wasn't enough food to go around so he had let his men eat first.

he had always demanded so much from them there that he didn't figure it right to ask them to go hungry too. This was no different, not that anyone would have to go without but it was what he does. As everoyne finished serving up and then taking turns talking sidney began his turn serving up. In a flash though things change an armed woman barged in.

Sidney had seen her before but no chance she would recognize him. He had been running the Trinity for a few months now with out James. He was sure James was recovering from his injury and would be back soon but that didn't mean Sidney didn't need to know the ship bolt by bolt in the mean time. This woman had been in a coma in the ships infirmary.

He thought about jumping up but the lady had the drop on them, but also his crew jumped to it. There were more then enough people pulling guns and jumping up to deal with it. He truested his crew even with kalli's little goofs now and then.

No this wasn't a matter he needed to do much with just simply a few words. "Everyone just lower your gor'ram guns." Art had talked just before Sid as well. "And Art get this under control" And with that Sidney considered the situation over with and went back to his food. He took a bite and enjoyed it, contemplated it, the meat was perfect; moist tender and full of flavor. Simply perfect.

"Meilin you out did yourself with these meal." He said as she shot her a smile. An odd time for that comment but it was to distract her from the situation. something to help calm her, it wouldn't seem like it but in these kinds of situation it is best to get people talking.

[Sakura Kina]

As all the commotion finally settled down to a standstill mainly between Sakura and the man with the pistol drawn and ready to fire at her, she realized that her ears had been ringing the whole time she had been conscious. As the ringing subsided, Sakura heard Art speaking, but refused to let down her guard. Taking a small step back, she lowered her gun ever so slightly and shook her head. "I'm not calm, I'm not okay. I-I don't even know what year it is for gorram sake!" Sakura took another step back and lowered her gun further. "I don't know who these people are, or where anyone else is, or what happened on that forsaken rock, or-" Sakura stopped as she felt a throbbing pain in her head. The pain caused her to drop the gun and forced her to lean on a wall to keep from falling over. The ringing in her ear returned and her vision began to shake slightly. Looking back up, she could see a mix of fear and worry as well as anger in the eyes of those in the dining room.

Sakura realized that the others weren't the strangers to this ship, she was. Picking up the gun, she didn't raise it up anymore, but simply held it in her hand as she cautiously walked into the room, her eyes glazed over staring at the ground in front of her and slowly limped her way to a chair in the corner of the room away from the group. She put the gun down on the table in front of her and put the knife down as well, trying to piece together everything that had happened. She had been out for a long period of time, in which period James had gotten himself into trouble and almost everyone had either died or left. But why they did made no sense. Was it because the job was completed? For that matter, had the job been successfully completed? She didn't know what to think. She could believe anyone else, but at the same time she couldn't trust herself. Everything had gone from having a purpose in life to waking up with nothing, not even proper clothes. As Art commented on Sakura's lack of following doctor's recommendations even though she was a doctor herself, she looked up at Art. "I can handle myself." Sakura muttered just barely audibly. She was still trying to get her bearings straight and though she did not trust any of the 'new crew members', she also knew that it would be foolish to keep at a standstill or shoot someone in her condition. Lying back onto the back of the chair, Sakura simply mulled over her thoughts as she tried her best to calm herself down. "What's the date?" Sakura asked as she took deep breaths. Breathe in, breathe out, breath in breathe out...