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-Chuckling- “Well... to be fair, it’s better then the welcome than we received on Zolha 4. They knew we were coming and still shot first.” After watching the inhabitants position themselves further, Stella look down computer console, reviewing the general readings further, “Air breathable, current location desert terrain. It’s roughly 3600 miles to the other ships.” She turned and listening to Trip as he assessed the situation, folding her arms across her chest. The idea of actually leaving Sinister wasn’t sitting well with her. It was a foolish thought, but her blood and sweat were a part of this ship. Leaving him on a strange planet unprotected made her feel physically sick. Returning her full attention to Trip she could hear his annoyance at her second guessing him. –Shaking her head lightly- She decided to leave it. She trusted her shipmates more then she trusted her blood family, but this situation was dire. They needed as much information as possible.

Her eyes scan across her friend as he secured the last of his items, and headed towards the door. “I’m not worried, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned." Eyes looking down at the white floors "We are Dark Gods know where, surrounded and this is a level three, uncharted planet. You know what that means? We have to disable our home beacon, as well. We’re alone out here Trip…. Our training doesn't leave room for worry, but I am really, really concerned.” Stella turn back to the console, her request barely above a whisper, “Computer disable the homing beacon.” Running her hands across the computer console lovingly, she made her way over to the remaining supplies, gather them together. “Computer how many life forms on board?” 4… Tears ran down Stella's face as she left sick bay reciting the Deinococcus Radiodurandian death rites fir her lost comrades.