The Universe

Alex was enjoying himself. this new guy, Edgar Sat down with him and Elenna, and they were all laughing.
Suddenly, the alarm went off, and and the room began flashing with red lighting.
WARNING! WARNING! EMERGENCY JUMP PROCEDURE INITIATED! PLEASE PREPARE FOR EMERGENCY JUMP!
Alex literally only had time to blink, and suddenly Elenna was out of her seat and headed for the door.
"We need to move!" She yelled to them.
Alex was just managing to get out of his seat when a sudden and violent jolt caused him to lose his footing and slam his pelvic region into the edge of the table, the momentum of the impact causing him to fold over and slam his face onto the surface of the table. Instantly, his left eye began burning, and when he blinked he saw red, as well as tasted blood in his mouth, but thankfully he had avoided impacting his nose.
He turned his head, looking for Edgar and Elenna. He spotted the medic laying against a wall, well away from the door he had last seen her at. He became worried when he saw a small splotch of blood a bit above her head on the titanium wall, but his worry was eased when she called out.
"Sound off! Who needs Medical Attention?!".
Alex opened his mouth to sound off, but only blood came out, and from the burning in the left side of the inside of his cheek, he had a rather long laceration in his mouth. He spat blood onto the steel top of the table and just raised his hand above his body, attempting to get her attention.
Finally after spitting a couple of times, he managed to say something.
"you alright, Elenna?", he called out. "Wheres Edgar?".

WARNING! WARNING! EMERGENCY JUMP PROCEDURE INITIATED! PLEASE PREPARE FOR EMERGENCY JUMP!

Edgar blinked and looked up from his conversation, letting the words sink in. "We need to move!" Elenna said as she made her way towards the door. He didn't need experience in space traveling to know that something rather bad was occurring, and a metal door slamming shut and locking them in the mess hall confirmed that for him.

Edgar was on his feet, but only for a moment as he felt himself get slammed into a table, only to be flipped over it before falling to the floor. Once there he proceeded to slide across the floor before smacking into a wall quite harshly. He felt the wind get knocked out of him, followed by his head smacking into the wall as well. A moment later he opened up his eyes, realizing he had blacked out for a few seconds, and looked around for the other two.

He then took notice of a sharp pain in his lower back, and was able to glance back enough to notice he had managed to get himself impaled with a fork. Boy he was getting lost in his childhood days once more....

"Sound off! Who needs Medical Attention?!" He heard Elenna shout. Everything felt fine with his body (excluding the fork), so he simply responded with, "I'm good!! All good! ow...."

His head was throbbing from when he had smacked it against the wall, so he figured he may have received a concussion. He wasn't to concerned though as he managed to get himself to his feet, keeping a hand to his head while leaning against the wall. Edgar was able to look at Elenna, noticing the small amount of blood on her head. The fact she was on her feet and even responding was a good indicator she wasn't badly injured, plus the wound didn't appear to be gushing blood so he turned his attention towards Alex.

Edgar noticed the lovely paint job Alex had left on the table with his blood, but he was standing and when he shouted "You alright, Elenna? Where's Edgar?", Edgar knew he was doing....Edgar had to think of the correct term. "Alright" was the best he could come up with at the moment.

"Over here." Edgar called out back to Alex before he reached back and took hold of the forks handle. He could feel how the metal had been warped from the impact, and judging by the fact Edgar could only grab a little bit of the handle, he assumed it got dug in a decent amount. Edgar took a deep breath, knowing that what he was about to was stupid, then yanked the fork from his back. Pain shot through his lower back and he just shouted in pain, his knees slightly giving out before catching himself on the wall.

Then, he began to laugh in an exasperated tone. It wasn't the first time he had managed an injury as such, so Edgar had learned to cope with the pain through laughing. It was an odd thing, but it really did help him focus on other things besides the pain. "Great way to end a good meal, right guys?!"

Elenna moved towards Alex first seeing the blood over the table. She saw his hand and moved to his side. First she noticed the blood running from a head wound into his left eyes. She went to the cargo pants and pulled out a bottle and pulled the top off. She took Alex's head in her hands and gently tipped it to the left.

"Your head is bleeding. I'm going to clean your eye out first. I'm worried all the blood in your eye could effect your vision." she said and slowly pored the warm liquid into Alex eye.

It didn't sting but cleared almost all the blood. She then pushed his hair back and saw the wound. It was half an inch wide and bleeding quickly. She grabbed a wod of gause and added presser quickly. then with her free hand she grabbed a small white box from her left pant pocket and pulled out a needle and surgical thread.

"This may hurt a little at first but it will stop the bleeding." She said and then she quickly stitched his head up quicker then anyone could and as painlessly as possible.

She took his head in her hands again and examined his eyes. She was reacting well and his left eye seemed to be all clear. She then noticed his mouth. She grabbed a large wad of gause. She poured a yellow liquid on it and handed it to Alex.

"The impact must have caused you to bite your cheek. Put is in your mouth and press it agenst the lacerations. The yellow stuff is a disinfectant and it will cause it to go numb and cast as a temporary healing seal until your cheek starts healing itself." She said giving him a once over and then smiling.

She heard Edgar say "Great way to end a good meal, right guys?!" She chuckled and shook her head and noticed Edgar had just pulled a fork out of his back. She rolled her eye. and moved to him. She could see a red patch of blood on his shirt against his lower back.

"Did you just pull a fork out of your back?" She asked raising her eye brow to him. She turned him around and pulled his shirt up to see the half inch gash in his back. she pulled out her thread and went to work.

"What were you going to walk around with a hole in your back?" She asked quickly finishing Edgar up and rubbing a disinfectant over it.

She packed up and the walked over to the door. A spark of anger washed over her. She needed to get to the other crew members and see who needed medical attention. She pressed the intercom button at the code lock beside the door.

"Captain. You have Alex, Edgar and I locked in the mess hall due to the jump. I need this door opened so i can make sure the rest of the crew is still alive!" She said rather harshly. She didn't care it was a stupid move, risking the safety of the crew to do an emergency jump so quickly. Her mind went to the rets of the crew. No one was going to die on this mission. She wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

Mike was only beginning to step out of the door when a large force shook his feet. He knew protocol It was a unschedualed jump. There must've been an emergency. He only had a split second to think before one of his pictures was thrown from the wall, unsecured no doubt. The glass hit the side of his head with a shatter. Her cursed and wheeled back. He hit the doorway, grunting as the wind was knocked out of him. He dropped Chris's things. a thin stream of blood flowed down from a cut on his jaw-line. He was uninjured, but others may not have been. He ran through the halls. A hand rubbed his ribcage. The cook was unaccounted for, he hoped she was ok, Mike would look for her once he made sure those in the cafeteria were alright.

He turned a corner, wishing everyone was alright. The sudden motion of running brought him back to the war. Runing across barren landscapes, through deserts, dancing along craters while unloading ammo into the direction of the fight. Mike tended to aim before doing so, but he found that shooting at an enemy shook their concentration anyways. He kept a cool head. He made his way through a series of halls, until he met a bulkhead. Emergency jumps needed these sometimes incase if they lost ship integrity. It could seal off entire sections. Mike heard Elenna talk over the communications network. He breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled out a key-card and flashed t over a scanner. The bulkhead opened the door revealing Alex, Edgar, and Elenna.

"Is everyone alright?" Mike spoke quickly, he didn't have much time. He would need to head to the Doc, then to Chris, maybe searching for the cook along the way. Mike's ribs ached, his cheek stung, along with his temple. It was nothing, he had a job to do. A simple cut wasn't going to stop him. He had crossed vast distances with wounds much worse. He breathed in, and looked around the room. They each looked banged up in some way, adrenaline pumped through his system, he hardly showed it. He was completly still, not shaking in the slightest way. The only way one could tell was his eyes. Rapidly observing every detail that was important to his task.

Shezal was calm even when the emergency jump started panicking would only make it worse and he was safe and sound in his room, but still Shezal had to prepare himself for the sudden shock so that he wouldn't fall over. The effects on his lab were a little worse some things had fallen over, these things were mostly fine because he had secured everything made of glass and other fragile things so that they wouldn't go and break. He began putting things straight again looking back occasionally to the prisoner the man was fairly interesting because he seemed fairly stable but still unstable something normal for psychopaths. Shezal had studied insanity in his younger years visiting multiple asylums where he learned valuable things from talking so maniacs, cannibals and the occasional psychopath but in the end he had always thought that maybe there was no norm of sanity. He could do the most horrible things to people and animals did this make him insane? Wat was insanity? He had gotten his answer in the form of fairly simple things: candy. If you take a sack of bubblegum that consist mostly of red balls and if these balls were intelligent then the red would call the blue inferior so they would create racism, but what if the few green balls were in reality poison? Then the blue and the red would both call the green balls weird for acting differently than the rest in a negative method that destroyed or changed there purpose so they would be deemed mentally unstable: Insane.

The Door made a loud pop sounds and slowly it began to rise. Elenna was about to start going around the ship but Mike was standing right behind the door. She almost ran into him. She then saw the blood. she took him in then. Holding his ribcage made her assume that they were badly bruised, cracked are even broken. The blood ran down his jaw line and she saw bite of what looked to be glass sticking into his cheek and temple area.

"Is everyone alright?" He asked looking around. He stood still and calm but Elenna could see the worry in his eyes.

"We're fine. Banged up but i have everyone here stitched up." She then took his face into her hands carefully and looked the side of his face over. She needed to get the glass out first.

"Lets get you looked after now." She said going into her pocket and getting out a set of tweezers and some disinfectant spray.

Shifting to face the ceiling, Christophe brought his injured hand to rest on his chest. Blood still seeped from the wound as the metal shard was sharp and had managed to break several layers of soft flesh. It didn’t hurt as much as it should have done, or perhaps Christophe was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice. The ceiling had nothing interesting on it, it never did and never would, but it was the ceiling he had grown familiar to, the same one he would see for a long time to come.

“Maybe it's a good idea to clean your wound. I'm Shezal if your interested and I will observe you from this point. Ask whatever you want whenever you would like too.” Valis smirked as a new voice echoed around his cell. He lifted his bloody hand into his vision, carefully examining it like it was a work of art.

“I get to ask the questions? Surely it would be the other way around.” he didn’t bother moving from his comfortable position to see who was speaking to him, instead he casually moved his hand around to check it from different angles. After just a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Chris turned around on the bed and stared out towards the door, slowly getting up and wandering over to it. Valis brought his bloody hand against the glass, marking it with a sticky red handprint. “My question to you, is why can’t I get any privacy?” His concentration immediately flicked onto the flashing red light out in the hallway. Chris span around violently to stare up at the slight flicker of his own cell’s lights. Yanking his hand away from the glass, he quickly walked over to the bed.

Next thing Christophe knew was that he was leaning against the far wall, blood splattered behind him and pooling beneath. His lifeless brown eyes flickered open and stared down at the ground below, he could only assume that during the jump, his body had been flown against the wall and knocked him unconscious. Getting to his feet proved a slight discomfort and Valis hissed out from the pain in his back, wrapping his hands around the stray shard of metal and giving it forceful tugs. Luckily the scraping against the wall had blunted the ends, but that didn’t stop it from embedding itself a good few inches into his lower back. The shard clattered against the ground, floating in the pool of blood. Chris merely stared down at it with a painful sigh, staggering back over to the bed and lying down on it. His muscles ached, his head was foggy and his wounds stung.

Shezal finally found the time too look to the inmate and he wasn't happy with what he saw but the man deserved his answers after all "The idea I should ask the questions comes from the idea your too stupid and unsocial to make a good conversation that a observer could use, I believe your more than able enough so you get to ask the questions." He waited a bit with his next answer as he send a 'medic required for captive' to the captain. "Why would you want privacy after all you may or may not end up in a prison cell for the rest of your live 23.5 hours per day alone so you could say I'm one of the last people you will be talking to. Don't try the answer you hate talking to people because I know you do but only if you can control the situation or if the person is challenging you. Christophe Valis I have read your biography and I do have to give you a little praise for not going completely nonfunctional. Would you like some advice on how to stop the bleeding?" Shezal could ignore small smirks and smiles only full laughs would bring 'it' back but they always made him feel uneasy like if you would show a person with Arachnophobia a picture of a spider wile it didn't cause the full effect it did do something. Shezal quickly looked trough Valis reports "Also I will praise your skill as a artist, I have some of your drawings in front of me now." In truth Shezal wasn't somebody with any idea of art other than the rate of realism and Valis really could draw realistic.

"Is everyone alright?" Mike asked as he looked around at them. Edgar watched him calmly look around as Elenna came up to him and began fixing up his wounds.

"As Elenna said, we are all good. I learned once more how cruel forks can be when rammed into soft tissue with sufficient force.....but we're good." Edgar said as he placed a hand over the wound on his back. Edgar looked back towards Alex before looking back towards Mike and Elenna.
Edgar was wondering what the rest of the crew was up to and how they were doing. Figuring he might as well make himself useful, he looked at the two."Well, we should probably get checking on the rest of the crew. I would go on ahead but the rest of the ship is probably locked up and I'd only get myself lost and stuck somewhere."

He walked past them and patted Mike on the back as he walked out into the hallway, then stopped before looking down it. He then turned back to them. "So, going to watch me make a fool of myself or going to join me?" Edgar said with a grin.

"We're fine. Banged up but i have everyone here stitched up." She then took his face into her hands carefully and looked the side of his face over. It was nothing bad, a simple flesh wound. It wasn't life threatening, Mike never really liked being taken care of in a situation where another could be hurt far worse than him.

"Lets get you looked after now." She said going into her pocket and getting out a set of tweezers and some disinfectant spray. refrained from stopping her, Elenna was many things, persistant was one of them. The glass probably was too small for Mike's fingers anyway.

"I'll be just fine, Chamberlain is right, we need to check on the others. If it still looks bad you can check on the cuts again" Mike quickly said, while Elenna pulled glass out of his cheek. Mike had clearence to most places, not to every place that the co-captian or the captian would have. The captain could lift this security procedure himself of course. He would likely do so after hearing Elenna's message. Mike's face was the same expression, no traces of pain. The glass was but an inconvenience. His ribs ached, nothing bad at all. He probably just bruised the muscle tissue, as for his ribs they felt alright.

Mike held perfectly still, waiting fro a green light from Elenna, if Mike leanred anything in life, it was to simple. Don't turn away those trying to help you, offer them an alternative. Flat out rejecting Elenna's medical expertise would be rash, so Mike offered that they could search and then mend the wounds on his face.

Alex listened to the other three speaking to each other, grimacing when he saw the punctures the fork had left in Edgar's back.
Suddenly he face-palmed himself and grimaced when he struck the cut on his eyebrow.
"I need to check the ship systems. A sudden jump could cause damage..or some kind of malfunction may have caused the jump, so I need to check it out", Alex explained, as Elenna was still checking Mikes injuries. "I'll see all of you when we get this sorted out, be careful!", he called out as he took off down the hallway, headed for engineering. He wasn't worried about clearance to certain areas of the ship, his Chief Engineer clearance level allowed him access to every part of the ship, with the exception of the brig of course.
Alex hoped everyone was alright, and began to wonder if this was a bad omen for the expedition, but brushed that off with a snort as he entered the Engineering room. Alex quickly punched in his Access code and began skimming the systems on the Holo-screen, looking for any problems in the ship.

Com sighed after the jump. "Alright, who died?" he asked. He walked over to Robert. "You okay Patton?" he asked. He heard Elenna's harsh request. "Permission to open the doors sir?" Com asked the captain, "We need to make sure everybody didn't end up like Patton over here, and Elenna is a good docter." Com looked a little worried. Patton, who was near a chair, ended up like this, who knows what happend to everybody else. Com returned to his seat. Security camera screens popped up on his. Com just realized GLITCHMAN was still plugged him, so Com unplugged the USB Memory Key before anybody noticed.

Elenna gave Mike a once over and a narrowed look before nodding once. She watched as Alex ran into action to do his job. She would have to check on his month later to make sure the disinfectant was doing it's job. She looked back to Mike.

"Alright, Check on Chris. If you need me radio me. I'm heading toward the bridge to see if everyone is alright there." She said watched Edgar move into the hall way. Elenna moved with him and nodded, She lead them down the hall looking through windows when ever she could.

"Where the hell is the bridge on this ship?" She said with a loud sigh.

She needed to get to rest of the crew. The only problem was they could be all over the ship. She had to get the captain to broadcast a message to get everyone together or to radio in.

“The idea I should ask the questions comes from the idea your too stupid and unsocial to make a good conversation that a observer could use, I believe your more than able enough so you get to ask the questions.” Shezal’s voice echoed once more around the room, answering his pervious statement before the jump. Christophe smiled, only a little, perhaps at the sound of hearing someone else’s voice, which seemed completely unharmed.

“Why would you want privacy after all you may or may not end up in a prison cell for the rest of your live 23.5 hours per day alone so you could say I'm one of the last people you will be talking to.” Chris’ smile immediately disappeared and was replaced with a glare, directed at the ceiling. “Don't try the answer you hate talking to people because I know you do but only if you can’t control the situation or if the person is challenging you. Christophe Valis I have read your biography and I do have to give you a little praise for not going completely nonfunctional. Would you like some advice on how to stop the bleeding?”

When Shezal was finished with his slightly boring speech, Valis smirked and turned on his side, carefully running his fingers through the cut on his back. Blood dripped from his fingers as he held them out in front, the smile still present on his face.

“Blood is the only thing which shows me that I’m still alive.” he replied, bringing his hand to his mouth and allowing the blood to drip into his open mouth, like a child would let water drip from an icicle which hung above.

“Also I will praise your skill as a artist, I have some of your drawings in front of me now.”

“Really now?” Valis laughed a little under his breath and turned to face the door. “The human form is such a beautiful one, don’t you agree?” he crossed both arms out in front and rested his head on them. “You should have seen what I did to those people after I drew the pictures. That was the real art.” he paused for a moment as if remembering something. “I would have drawn them when they were still alive, but no one wanted to pose for me, so I had to kill them. It’s why each picture appears as if they are sleeping.” Though Valis was speaking about something dark, there was air in his voice and he spoke a lot softer than intended. “I took a pillow from the nearest place and smothered them with it, perhaps having a bit of fun with the females as I did so, if you know what I mean. When I was satisfied and they were dead, I took out my sketch book and drew them. They always looked a lot more beautiful when they slept. After that I would take the knife from my boot and began stabbing and ripping at their flesh, creating the real art which you all find so twisted and cruel. But is it really that cruel? You people kill one another all of the time, why not let me have some fun for once? People pay good money for my artwork too, the after images, more than the before.” Valis' tone remained calm all throughout, it never spiked once and held a subtle hint of loneliness in it.

Mike mumbled a gruff thanks to Elenna before departing. He walked back to his quarters, and picked up the stuff for Valis. He didn't have time to clean the mess he had left in his room. He would pick up the glass later, he made sure no glass had fallen into the note book. Further more he walked away, might as well deliver the items while checking on the prisoner. He made his way through the halls, his vision on the left side of his head was a little shakey. He always had that problem when adrenaline receeded its way out of his system. It was a group of small things that set Mike apart from everyone else in the field. Everyone had habits, and mannerisms. It's what made up their individual fighting technique. He rubbed the bruised skin on his ribs. He knew they weren't broken. Worst case scenario was that they had been bruised. Still Mike knew how to grit his teeth and keep his mouth shut.

His footsteps clanked against the floor. He rolled his neck around, he would have to be careful. An impact that severe warranted worry, Mike in the very least would have to take it easy. He didn't think he had a concusion, if he did have one it would be mild.

He rounded a corner and approached the door with his hand on his gun. An emergency jump could ave unknown effects on the security system. The failsafe was to lock Valis in, but Mike had never expereinced an emergency jump. In his years of service there had never been need for one. His fights were on the ground. He inspected the door and confimed that everything was in working order. Maybe Alex could do a diagnostics check on the systems integrated into the cell. For now Mike was satisfied. He pressed the talk button briefly.

"I'm not asking for your trust, but I'm a man of my word." Mike spoke as he put the note pad and the black chalk into the drop box. Mike noticed the word 'Dead' carved into the walls. Mike wasn't shaken, he had seen some very messed up stuff in his line of work. A convict with bloody hands and a warped reality, would have a tough time giving Mike's stomach a run for it's money. He appeared alright, maybe the jump hadn't effected the cell at all. Perhaps more inertial dampeners on the cells? Mike was no engineer so his guess was as good as any.

"Where the hell is the bridge on this ship?" Elenna said with a loud sigh.

Edgar was looking over the walls and metal work of the ship. He figured her question was rhetorical, as he had no idea where the hell he was going or even the layout of the ship. Truthfully, Edgar was hoping either Alex or Mike would have accompanied that. Not that he didn't appreciate Elenna's company, but more so because neither of the two had any idea where they were going.

He looked over at Elenna, who he could see was clearly tense. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing given the situation, in fact Edgar would be more worried if she was relaxed. She was at the right balance of emotional state, alert and aware of her surroundings without it turning into panic. She certainly was no new blood to the life of a medic. He couldn't help but smile, remembering her quickly and efficiently fixing up his fork wound.

He began to chuckle as he thought about it, as it meant he'd have to worry even less about getting himself injured. His chuckle became mixed in with a slight groan of pain as he placed his hand over his wound once more, his laughing causing the wound to hurt. "Oh dear, I can't remember the last time I had been stabbed by my kitchen utensils. Somewhere in my teenage days I think." His features turned to confusion as he put a hand to his chin thinking. "Was it before or after the shopping cart....?"

Edgar shrugged before placing one hand in his pocket, the other resting on the handle to his pistol. "Ah well. They were good times though." He said with a smile.

Robert Patton

*All was nothing but darkness for Patton, He was awash in a sea of misleading sensations. His vision was nothing but slits at the pin points of reality teetering in his mind.
Blinking his eyes for several seconds in an attempt to regain his vision. However to his horror he was not in the same place he remembered, His body was being drug along the metallic floor down a long corridor. His chest was almost lit aflame with the pain of numerous injuries as he began to slide his hands along to see what was wrong. It was then he realized that he was back there in one of the moments he dreaded most of all in his life. As he looked back he could see the familiar blurred silhouette of a station security guard, Himself more worse for wear due to the current situation.
Patton began to panic slightly as the full weight of this moment hit him once again like it did back then. His eyes darting across from bulkhead too bulkhead and back to his body in anticipation. The station was in high alert and several chunks of it where collapsing, exploding or on fire. His scrambling stopped when his sight crossed his left hand and the form of his silver watch was in hand. A deep sadness could be felt welling up in the pit of his chest as he began to recall the moment that occurred not long before now, The small red hand prints clutched along the cuffs of his pants where a testament to this. Where it not for the pain of the shrapnel embedded in his chest and arms he would rise to his own feet but he was gravely unable to do so.
The station lurches violently as a massive explosion rocks its entire frame, Causing Patton savior to pause not less then three feet from the life pod. The both look back as a great fire ball wreathed in what looks like the bowls of hell comes barreling down the hall coming straight for them. The guard begins to scramble in that very moment on his own accord, But Patton knowing this very instance what occurs cringes and braces himself for the worst.
The instant was far too less of a grand instant as Patton can feel the flames lick and grasp his form in a ravaging torrent of fire. The pain begins to mount as his flesh sears and tares away from his being in what can only be described as the point of death.*

Patton lurches back to life as the moment of death begins to take him, Coughing and cringing he clutches his arm to his side and inhales with a deep wheeze. His eyes open and everything is slightly beginning to become clear once more as he looks forward and see's Com moving about.
He lifts his arms he steadies himself as he drops his legs off the console top and plants them firmly on the deck.. "Com?.. Did we make it through?" Was the only question he could bring to mind.

Lucas watched the jump pass, more or less unphased by the experience. When the jump had stopped, it seemed that many things happened at one, starting with Patton. Patton hadn't fastened his safty belt in time, and so was propelled over his seat and into the nearest wall. Throughout the jump, Lucas had remained aware of this, and was eager for the jump to stop in order to tend to him. Com, however, had already made it to him. The screen before him flashed for a moment, and Lucas looked confused and concerned. On the screen, he saw virtual blueprints of the ship, which indicated all of the doors were more or less locked. "Wait a mintute... I didn't do that. Why are the ship doors closed and locked?" with that, Lucas typed in some codes on his chair's keyboard, to which all the lights turned back on, and the doors reopened. "Power Restored, Emergency Jump Procedure, Complete." He sighed as the computer read its automatic script, then pressed a button to turn on the intercom system, "This is your Captain, Is everyone alright? I believe there was some sort of malfunction or glitch in the software, we didn't seal those doors by choice. Everyone, please report to the Bridge immediately, this is of high importance. I repeat, everyone please report to the Bridge." With that done, Lucas typed something into his keyboard, bringing the screen back to the images that could be seen outside the ship.

Lucas' eyes widened as he saw the planet of Caerus dead ahead, fully filling the space of the screen. This planet was huge, almost twice the size of what he had been told. "Holy shit... Com, Patton, get over here.." He stared out over the gigantic orange mass that lay before them, and wondered what to expect. Lucas continued to watch the planet, then looked up at Com and Patton, ensuring that they weren't looking at him. When he was certain he would not be noticed, he typed something quickly into the keyboard. A miniture screen on his chair arm lit up for a moment, reading the words, "Coordinates Set." Lucas covered the screen with his arm until it turned itself off, and then returned his gaze to the planet, checking once again that he hadn't been seen. He hadn't. Lucas stood up and turned to the two men, "We need to get ready, I've called the crew here, we're only about a sleep away from the planet's atmosphere, so I suggest we prepare." With that, Lucas nodded and turned to the door of the Bridge, watching and waiting for the rest of his crew to arrive.

Shezal wasn't a person that doubted himself allot "The human instincts is afraid of dying so the sight of blood and human flesh makes them afraid and this fear is directed to you so they throw you into jail. I personally find the human body limited and ineffective and beauty is something I can't see only the precision of how close the art is to reality and then judge this on a scale of one to hundred and your drawings reach a 91." The intercom sounded and the captain ordered them to come to the bridge, he hated being in public even the smirks would bring back the laughs and shivers but he focused back as he picked up Mike’s words “Valis I need to attend to my duties but I think we will talk again and I suspect you have much work to do now you can draw. Goodbye.” He stood up from his computer and began his quick march to the door trying to open it but the heavy metal door wouldn’t open being locked as it was, Shezal had a bit of paranoid behavior that he preferred to call careful and this had lead him to chose a room with thick walls and a strong door but now he was as good as locked inside of his room. He quickly reached for his personal computer sending a vocal message to the Captain using the Com but his voice only sounded in the bridge “I’m locked tight in here but I can hear you and I’m busy making my way to the bridge.” Shezal began examining the door more closely searching for a way to open the massive door.

Elenna looked down a hall she thought she knew and started down. She heard Edgar mention that this wasn't his first time having kitchen utensils attack him before. then he mentioned a shopping cart and Elenna couldn't help but laugh then. She rounded a corner and the she saw the personal quarters up ahead. She knew where she was now.

"I can see I'm going to be looking after you a lot on this trip." She said as the voice of the captain filled the halls.

"This is your Captain, Is everyone alright? I believe there was some sort of malfunction or glitch in the software, we didn't seal those doors by choice. Everyone, please report to the Bridge immediately, this is of high importance. I repeat, everyone please report to the Bridge."

Elenna shook her head. Anger started to fill Elenna. Safety was the first priority in her mind. If they didn't have everyone alive the mission would fail. She couldn't see why so many people had already gotten hurt and they haven't even reached the planet yet. Edgar and Elenna reached the bring and Elenna opened the door and walked in. She was about to give Lucas a piece of her mind when she saw Robert sitting on a control panel not looked good. She rushed to him and looked him over.

She looked him over quickly.

"Robert my name is Elenna Balakov. I'm your medic." She said taking his head into her hands. She check for signs of shock which he was reacting well. Then noticed that he was holding his arm to his side.

"Where is there pain?" She asked going into medical mode. Going over all the regular checks. She pulled out a pen light and shone it in his eyes make sure he was reacting properly. she assumed right away that there might be a concision.

Com cleared his throught. "For your imformation, we've reached Caerus, just for a little heads up, and we're glad your here, Patton couldn't get himself belted in for some reason, and he took a nasty blow," he imformed her. Com span around in his chair and started typing calculations on his computer. "You don't mind if I did some calculations and some examinations before everybody gets here, would you captain?" without an answer he already started. To judge it's size, Com first calculated it's distance from it's sun. Then he calculated the distance of some of the closest objects, which was pretty much nothing. "I wont know the exact size for sure untill we know what exactly is the planet made of, or what kind of gases are in it's atmosphere, but I can calculate due to the laws of gravity, that to sustain a stable orbit, it would have to be more than twice the size it was originally calculated, but it can't possibly be bigger than XR-600γ." Com tried openning any locked doors (other than the prison cell of course). As he openned them, he realized he forgot to ask for premision. "Oops, premission to... Ah nevermind, too late," he mumbled.

"This is your Captain, Is everyone alright? I believe there was some sort of malfunction or glitch in the software, we didn't seal those doors by choice. Everyone, please report to the Bridge immediately, this is of high importance. I repeat, everyone please report to the Bridge." .
At about the time the Captain's voice came over the intercom, Alex found something wrong in the system. The room that held the jump drive was highlighted in orange, showing that there was a moderate issue within the room. Alex tapped his finger on the word JUMP DRIVE and watched at the list changed to subsystems and components in the jump drive room. If something needed to be replaced in that part of the ship, it needed to be done before the next Jump, otherwise any number of things could happen, ranging from them being a mile or so off course...or the ship simply exploding. When the holoscreen loaded, Alex noticed with relief that only one thing was wrong with the Jump drive subsystem. One of the three power-nodes was fried, and whether or not that was caused by the sudden jump or indeed caused the jump. Alex didn't know, but on thing he did know is that the Nodes were one of the easiest things to fix, and luckily, he had two spares in the Engine supply room.
The Engineer reached over his work desk to the Intercom button, patching through to the bridge only.
"Captain, this is Chief engineer Heron, I found a glitch in the Jump drive components, luckily it's an easy fix", He said. "The repair can wait till after the meeting, but one I get the problem taken care of, I'll have to reset the jump drive system. "Would you like me to take of business now? Or wait until after the meeting?".

Elenna continued to check Robert when she heard Com the co-captain to her. She also noted the condescending tone he used and it annoyed her. She took Roberts arm and started moving her hand around it feeling for any broken bones or dislocations of any kind.

"Well for your information I could care less if we reached the planet or not. My concern is for the crew and there safety and jumping like that without warning was a risky and foolish. Captain, I've treated Alex and Edgar already. I've cleaned Mike's wounds but he wanted to check on the prisoner. Alex went to make sure that nothing happened to the ship itself. I haven't heard from Chief Emeline just yet. Sir." She said moving to to check Roberts side.

Just then Alex's voice came over the intercom and Elenna smiled to herself. Right on Que.

"Are you or co-captain com harmed in any way?" She asked.

She knew they probably weren't due to the state they were in when she walked in but she thought she should double check.

Robert Patton

Robert could feel the world still in a heavy haze, His sight was fading in and out of continuity.
His attention was garnered when someone began to handle him as he was still unsteady from the crash. He could easily tell by the voice that the person was a woman and seeing that she was asking about his injuries he quickly figured out that it was Elenna.
They had briefly met once before while the whole crew was loading and he was wondering how she was in the bridge with the safety lock down in effect. Then the thought of either the Captain or someone else actually releasing the locks on there own was still a more foregone conclusion.

He reached up at took her hand in his to move it away and almost forcefully began to push her away. Not wanting to upset her though he makes a note to stop before he gets to rough on her, Still doing his best to stand upright under his own power. "Elenna.. I'm fine, Its just old wounds.. just old wounds."
He stands straight and coughs once more to clear his lungs as he makes his way towards his console as best he can. Seating himself in his chair once more he is able to type out the last of the commands that completes the release of the ships lock down. While many of the corridors where now open he set to opening the structural windows across the ship, Several of the lights came back red and told him that several of he windows had fractured during jump.

"Captain deck side ports 3 through 5 are damaged, med bay has a cracked port as well and there is some damage to cargo's airlock.. All in all we are no worse for wear." His eyes go too a slight glaze when he looks up to the main screen and see's the planet looming before them. Caught off guard somewhat by the sight before him he stammers several words as he tries to speak.
"Th..t..That's got to be wrong, There's no way the planet can be that size... How in the hell did we miss that?" He boggles the thought around in his head and figures that something must have happened during the time the jump took place. He traces the ships trajectory back from the start of the jump too there end point and sets the image to project on the screen.

The whole bridged could see that there was something there in the direct path of there jump, A field of some sort that emitted dozens of energy signals simultaneously. Patton looks to his Captain and speaks.. "It looks like some sort of massive veil of energy.. More so I'm getting readings of tack-ion and high yield pulsar wave's and the whole thing encompasses the planet including a large portion of the surrounding solar system. This cant be right.. I have to run more test.."
Patton begins to sit back as he types his commands down and then realizes that he has several shards of console frame dug into the back of his jacket, mostly harmless but still some was actually piercing his flesh. He unbuttons his jacket and discards it too his right, letting it fall to the floor and slide across as it landed. Though the glass was gone he still had several holes and pricks dotted across his back but paid them no mind and continued to work.

Edgar watched Elenna get to work on Patton, who was quick to get back up into his seat and go over the condition of the ship. Edgar's attention however then turned to the planet sitting on the view screen in front of them. He was quite taken in by the sight of it, as it had been the first time he'd seen another planet besides Earth. So this was Caerus, the planet Thrasos had decided to send their best operatives to investigate.

Edgar could feel the excitement surging through him, a smile forming on his features as he watched it. He still had one hand in his pants pocket, the other still resting on the handle of his pistol as he simply stared at Caerus. Desert planet, meaning hot, arid climate with even greater gravity than Earth. What made his adrenaline surge was his curiosity as to what the planet held on it's surface and in it's depths. This crew was the best Thrasos had (excluding the two rookies) and so there was something about this planet that was being kept from them.

Edgar turned his gaze towards Lucas, narrowing his eyes some as he watched the captain wait for the rest of the crew to arrive. Maybe everyone else was ignorant to the secrets that planet was holding, but Edgar couldn't help but wonder if Captain Payne had a better understanding of what they were being led to. It's not something that necessarily bother Edgar, while it was nice to know what he was going up against, it was the mystery that excited him most. Edgar lived for those moments where one was forced to react on the spot, where everything came down to mere split-second decisions.

So Edgar just kept his gaze on the captain before chuckling softly, turning his eyes back to the foreboding Caerus that rested eerily in front of them. "Oh I am going to love this." He said with a smile.