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Jazz turned around, seeing the little medic. Of all the crew, she was perhaps the one he least expected to see... but perhaps the one he needed to see the most.

"I'm glad you choose to join me, doctor. You don't mind the deathstick, do you?" he asked, gesturing to his cigarette. He went on, "Medics almost never realize that sometimes the best way to preserve your team's life is to help with the fighting." He smiled, the look seeming foreign upon the behemoth's hard visage.

He thought to himself what the best weapon to give her would be. Rifles are easy to handle, and allow the user to stay far away from the battle. On the other hand, Arcia most likely wouldn't get involved until the action was right on top of them; and she had enough medical supplies to carry anyway.

Handgun. Now, which one? He'd let her get the feel of it. Try them out.

Reaching the armory, which included a small shooting range, Jazz keyed open the door. "After you," he said, putting out his cigarette on his mechanized hand.

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Once upon a time, there was a man called Jazzturbation, and he posted upon a forum... and then left when life became hectic and left him behind. Months later, he returned to that same forum... but had forgotten his password, and so created a new identity to use as his own.

I am that man.

Dietmar groaned as Arcia gave him some anitbiotics and told him he would take the physical later. Then watched as she headed off with Jazz to the armory to get some practice in. He wouldn't have guessed that she would want to shoot anything however it was her job to keep everyone healthy. He popped the lid off the bottle and slide two of the pills down his throat and swallowed. Picking up his tray, he walked over to one of the trash bins and slid it in and decided that he would head to the gym and shoot some hoops before getting to work. He wanted to get his muscles moving again since he had been in hibernation for a three months.

He walked along several long corridors before he reached a door with a label on the side which said: Lt. Colonel Dr. Dietmar Todd Jackson. A security lock was placed underneath it and taking a card from his back pocket, he slid it through and the door opened with a small hiss. The door closed behind him as he stepped into his room. It was fairly simple looking: it had a bed in the left corner and a small desk with a lamp so he could read. On which sat his laptop, which he took everywhere just in case he wanted to document something of importance. Lastly there was a small dresser in which he kept all of his clothes. He took out a pair of green cargo shorts and a white tank top and after taking off his uniform and neatly hanging it on his bed, got dressed into the clothes he took out.

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Zephyr fluttered his wings slightly as a shiver of excitement ran through him as the captain complimented him.

"Good job as always Zephyr. I knew that when I selected you as my second that you would more then surpass my hopes."

He blushed heavily, but his species didn't turn red like humans. Instead, the feathers around his neck stood on end and seemed to puff outwards. His beak slightly opened in his version of a beaming smile, and he looked to the floor as the Captain continued to talk. Even if his species blushed like this so openly, it seemed somewhat subtle to anyone else unless they knew what his slight actions meant.

Once three of his crew mates left for the shooting range, The only officers remaining were himself and the Captain.

"Captain, h-how did you sleep?" he asked uncertainly. He glanced out the window at the star scape rushing by, "The ship fared well. Nothing of importance to report."

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When Jazz turned around to look at Arcia, she could see the surprise on his face, albeit very subtle. She smiled back at him when he asked about the cigarette and went on about how medics normally don't like to go into battle.

"As for the question, I'm not here to judge your habits. I'm here to make sure they don't kill you. I can't promise they won't hurt you, though." The smile still on Arcia's face, she paused before continuing on. "As for the statement, I'm no normal doctor. You should be used to that now. I could, however, argue that cryogenics are the best way to preserve life. Though, I don't think it would be a great idea to cryogenically freeze the entire crew. So I may as well join the fight and make one less person for you to worry about."

While she talked, they had reached the door to the armory. Jazz opened the door for her, and she walked in with a, "Thank you." Arcia had never actually visited the armory of the ship before. It was an interesting sight, as weapons lined the walls, and boxes of ammunition were stacked, according to type. Jazz had obviously kept everything a lot more organized in the room than Arcia had expected. "This is, quite possibly, more organized than the sickbay." Realizing that she'd thought aloud, she felt slightly embarrassed. "Not that the sickbay is unorganized.. Which is not to mean that I didn't expect you to be-" She decided to quit while she was ahead, as her cover-up just dug a deeper hole. "Sorry.. Anyway, where is the shooting range?" She said, the smile returning to her face, as it often did.

Angela watched as her officers dispersed, leaving her and her second in command alone. "I slept fairly well for the most part, no horrible nightmares. At least none that I can remember which is a good thing." she says casually, "And please stop calling me captain when we are not on the bridge. We are friends so you may address me as Angela." she gives and a warm smile before she joins him in looking out the window. "I really do appreciate you take me up on the offer and joining my crew. With you here I know that we will succeed in our mission." she says not looking at him as she watched the stars go by.

Turning to him now, "How was the time spent alone for you? I mean I hope you were not too bored here all alone on this ship? It can be very hard even for one of your kind to go for long stretches of time without some form of social interaction. Though I really do appreciate you doing this for us, had the ship had some kind of an malfunction or been attacked while we slept..." her voice trailed off as the thought brought back that initial rush of fear she had gotten just before the lip to her pod had closed. "Needless to say you are more then proving your worth to this crew and I hope you stay with us even after we begin colonizing our new home world. Well hopefully this will be our new home world." she said not wanting to jinx anything or get her hopes up even higher then they already were.

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Born under the Full Moon...
... Born to kill.

You are the true warrior of Gaia,
and nothing will withstand your rage.

Zephyr's feathers felt like needles in his skin as they tried to stand even straighter. He did accept her offer to join the ship because he wanted to prove to his kind that Humans are worthy of recognition, even if they were responsible for destroying their own planet. He volunteered to stay awake with the ship because for one, his species didn't respond well to being in stasis, and because he wanted to have some responsibility to prove himself.

"How was the time spent alone for you? I mean I hope you were not too bored here all alone on this ship? It can be very hard even for one of your kind to go for long stretches of time without some form of social interaction. Though I really do appreciate you doing this for us, had the ship had some kind of an malfunction or been attacked while we slept..."

"I was alright during your sleep, Cap...I mean Angela." he said, "I do miss talking to another person. The computer has no feeling in it's voice."

"Needless to say you are more then proving your worth to this crew and I hope you stay with us even after we begin colonizing our new home world. Well hopefully this will be our new home world."

Zephyr turned to her as the feeling of adrenaline ran through his body. He missed talking to other people and enjoyed being complimented. It was something his people rarely did, and the computer found it unnecessary.

"T-Thank you Angela." he said, his clawed hand came up with his wing as he casually tried to smooth the feathers on his neck, trying to make it look like he was scratching it, "I would like to stay here. I doubt my people would welcome me back. I did sort of broke a few of my people's laws by joining this ship. We aren't supposed to really be on any other species ship or serving under humans. They think of it as degrading to all Yatians. But I'm happy to be here and I don't really care for going back to that arrogant society. I like it here better. Of course I'll stay."

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Angela smiled as she looked over at him, "Well you are welcome to stay here on this ship and hopefully on our new planet as long as you wish. I know I for one greatly enjoy your company and would miss it should you leave us." she looks back down at her data pad and notes the letter from her sister, then looks back up at the window, "So much of the future rests on our shoulders. Sometimes its hard to carry it all...." she says softly for a moment before she goes takes a deep breath then looks over at Zephyr. "So lets see that bridge and go over a few things while the rest of the crew tends to their own business." she says with a smile as she turns and heads to the door heading toward the bridge.

Once there she was stands for a moment looking about, then closes her eyes as she listens to the familiar sounds from the ship. "Its really like coming home....going to be hard to leave it one day." she said softly with her eyes still closed before she opened them slowly a sad smile on her lips. Sighing she spoke to the computer, "Computer start playlist 'New Home'." she speaks to the computer who gives an a small chime, "List started."
Song 1,Song 2,Song 3 a few other songs were on the list, but these were Angela's favorite. "It seems that you did an excellent job of watching my ship, though you left the popcorn everywhere." she teased him speaking above the music, "Exactly what were you watching while you were eating popcorn?" she asked taking her seat on the bridge and grabbing up a handful of the buttery treat from the bowl.

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Born under the Full Moon...
... Born to kill.

You are the true warrior of Gaia,
and nothing will withstand your rage.

"Exactly what were you watching while you were eating popcorn?" she asked taking her seat on the bridge and grabbing up a handful of the buttery treat from the bowl.

Zephyr didn't want to say. He was supposed to be scanning for new planets, not watching a movie. It was mere luck that the computer saved his feathers and did the scan itself.
"Um," he muttered, trying to think of a movie not so embarrassing, but he leaned on the captain's char to see if it was still running but paused, and he accidentally hit the play button. The corner of the screen played his movie once more.

"I can't fight it anymore. I ran away from you once. I can't do it again. Oh, I don't know what's right any longer. You have to think for both of us. For all of us!" a woman on the screen swooned.

"All right, I will. Here's looking at you, kid."

"I wish I didn't love you so much!"

Zephyr frantically hit the stop button on the arm of the chair and his feathers on his neck stood higher than before.

"Um, that was a preview?" he said uncertainly.

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Angela laughed as she sat in her chair looking out at the screen watching the stars go past slowly, "Good choice in a movie. One of my peoples classics, yet it never really appealed to me...." her eyes flicking to look up at him for a moment before returning to the screen, "Though I'm sure you often found yourself caught up in this view at times. This is something that I could never tire of looking at...." her voice took on one of awe and respect as she looked out at the stars. "I wonder how it will even be like living on a planet again after so long living in the stars?" she posed the question to the air then anyone in particular.

Back at the earth based space station the majority of the human populace went about their daily lives trying their best to get along with one another and live the best they could on the stations; even though a green and brown earth spun sadly beneath them. There were still some humans left on the surface despite the conditions, some finding it hard to give up; usually the older ones. Walking about the space station was a young woman her belly swollen with pregnancy, her auburn locks flowing freely as she walked about the station for some exercise. Her green eyes had that glow that pregnant women get, that light that showed the small glimmer of the life that they were creating within themselves. Though within her eyes was also worry over her elder sister whom she had not heard from in so very long. Stopping Joanna looked out at the constantly starry sky, gazing out as if hoping to see her sister's ship returning just the same way she had seen it leave over a year ago. A strong kick from within her womb made her smile as she looked down, "Worry not my darlings. She is looking for a home for us all and knowing her she will drag one here with her bare hands if she felt it necessary." she smirks remembering her stubborn sister from childhood who grew into an equally stubborn woman, only now she had an entire ship to command instead of just her younger sister. Looking back up at the night sparkling sky she spoke out loud, "Find a planet for your niece and nephew, but try not to cause too much trouble along the way." she smiles before she turns and starts back toward her living quarters her step a bit lighter though there was still worry weighing heavily on her heart.

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Born under the Full Moon...
... Born to kill.

You are the true warrior of Gaia,
and nothing will withstand your rage.

After he slipped into his tank top and shorts, he walked over to his small closet and opened it. Inside neatly hung several uniforms, several of his favorite shirts and jeans, some formal clothes for special occasions, four pairs of working boots, and three pair of sneakers. He took one of the sneakers and stepped into them, then taking the basketball that was in the corner he walked out of his room; the door sliding shut behind him.

He found himself whistling an old song as he walked along the corridor to the gym, for a minute he couldn't place where he learned it from because he didn't recognize it. He then remembered that it was the song that Julia was singing when he first met her. After ten long minutes of walking down who- knows- how- many- hallways, he finally reached the gym.

Taking out his card key from his back pocket, he passed it over the sensor that registered with the computer to let him in. A green light beeped and a female voice chimed:"Welcome Dr. Jackson" The door slide sideways top reveal a large basketball court, brightly lit with lights. It still amazed him how big this ship was, even with being on it for so long, there were whole decks and he had still not seen...yet. He was convinced however, that by the time they were done with the mission, he will have seen every nook and cranny on the Elyandria.

He dribbled the ball on the nicely waxed court all the way to the half line, the sound reverberating in the empty gym,then shot the ball to the hoop. The subtle soosh sound indicated that he made it in.

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