Human Factors

[SeaFalcon]

Battleship Yukon

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To: Pete Levine
From: Tiffany Markley
Subject: How are you?

Hey Pete,

Do you feel any better today? Need someone to talk to by any chance or do you need anything else I could bring you? I am still worried, you know.
Hope you are okay.

-Tiffany

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From: Pete Levine
To: Tiffany Markley
Subject: RE: How are you?

Have been a lot better than this. Just had a to carry a friend of mine to the hospital. At the Yukon waiting really. Leaving her to sleep for a while. Guess she really needs it.

- Pete

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To: Pete Levine
From: Tiffany Markley
Subject: How are you?

Oh... I am sorry to hear that. Hope she is okay. Need someone to talk to, or do you prefer to be left alone?

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From: Pete Levine
To: Tiffany Markley
Subject: RE: How are you?

Guess if you awnt to talk you can come over to the Yukon, I´m in the crew quarters. Got my own, just look for the name tag.

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To: Pete Levine
From: Tiffany Markley
Subject: How are you?

I am close to the Yukon and my shift is over. So yea, I will be there in a few minutes. See you there.

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Pete didn’t bother to write a reply to that. Simply laying back on his bunk in the small quarters which wasn’t very big and only had the basics for a normal crew member. He stared at the ceiling while he wondered what could possibly happen more now to make it worse for him. Some blood stains were still there on his shirt from when he picked Nydia up at the door, him not having bothered to get his uniform on after the brief flying around. At least glad the Rogue girl managed to ran off.

Minutes later, Tiffany made her way to the Yukon, having landed her ship in the hangar and began searching for Pete's quarters. After having wasted a few minutes on searching the quarters she finally found it when she saw the name tag. She let out a relieved sigh and knocked on the door.

..."Come in" Pete mumbled, seeming to have dozed a little while he kept his eyes on the ceiling. Having his hands behind his head.

Tiffany didn't bother to change her clothes and came into Pete's quarters with her uniform. Once she was in she closed the door again and smiled at Pete, looking a little around.
..."The bed doesn't look all too comfortable." She said with a sigh.
..."Good enough." He said with a sigh, watching her briefly as she came in.
..."You're here because of your friend, I assume? Waiting for her to wake up?" She asked, being unsure if it was clever to talk about that so early.
..."Yeh... but also waiting to talk to commander Hartman." He said slowly
...“About what, if I may ask...?" She asked, walking a little around in the quarters.
..."My issues. And my friend I guess." He said with a sigh.
..."And there's no way I can help you with?" She asked, sighing softly as she again began to feel helpless in this situation. He shrugged some. Having had some what even he considered disturbing thoughts. But not gotten himself to do anything.
..."Hm..." She hummed and sighed softly.
..."Any news about your ex?" Markley asked
..."None." He replied quietly.

..."What are you going to change? You can't continue to live like that." She said, meaning the depression and bad mood.
..."Will be fine once I hear something from her." He replied simply.
..."Guess that is going to take a while... gotta get used to... this side of you." She said.
..."hm?" he hummed slowly, watching her as he didn't follow on what she said.
..."Nevermind... feel like drinking something?"She asked simply.
..."Here?" he asked, actually feeling like he could use a good drink, but as well knowing there was no alcohol allowed around here.
..."Depends on you. Do you want to drink here or in the bar?" She replied in return, smiling softly at him.
...”Nothing here to drink " He replied simply
...“Then we will have to go to the bar." She said, thinking it was obvious.
..."Don't like the bar here." He said slowly.
..."Oh... just great." She said, shaking her head and leaning against a wall, letting herself slide down to the ground, now sitting on it, holding her head in desperation.

..."Get up?" he said, sitting up himself on the side of the bed.
..."What for?" She asked, sighing into her arms.
..."Your uniform is getting dirty?" he said, meaning it as a joke even when the tone of his voice didn't match.
..."My... uniform? I can wash it. Perhaps I should wash your shirt too?" She said, having noticed the blood on Pete's shirt.
..."Are you hurt?"
He looked at his own shirt a little surprised. Pulling on it a little to see what she meant, seeing some blood on it.
..."heh... it's hers." He said, meaning from his friend.

..."Ow... what happened?" She asked worried.
..."She got beaten up. Knocked on my door while she was barely able to keep herself from losing consciousness." He replied with a sigh,
..."Oh my... and why is that all happening to you?" She asked, shaking her head and sighing softly.
..."HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!?" He spat in a outburst. Letting his head drop in his hands with his elbows on his knees as he sat on the edge of the bunk.
Tiffany startled as Pete began to shout, watching him nervously, kinda scared of him.
..."Thought you came to talk?!" He asked her but sounded aggressive still as he watched her.
..."No... I... I mean y-yes... b-but... I... I l-leave you alone." She said nervously, being so scared that a few tears are running down her cheek, beginning to crawl towards the door.
..."What are you doing?" He asked when she began to crawl away and sounded nervous, it only making him more upset.
...“L-leaving you a-alone.” She replied nervously, having reached the door, sitting against it with her back as she looked at Pete.
He stood up and moved to her.
..."Why?" He asked again, having a frown on his face while he watched her and stepped closer.
Tiffany wanted to crawl away from him as he was approaching her, but couldn't get away.
..."You... you don't l-look like you need me..." She said nervously.
..."Do I look okay then?" He asked, still sounding aggressive and moving closer
..."N-no..." She replied simply, getting more and more nervous as Pete was coming closer.
..."sooo...?!" he asked as if she was wrong about him not needing her. Reaching for her arm as he wanted to pull her up.
...“B-but I don't s-seem to be able to h-help you." She replied, closing her eyes as Pete reached for her arm, but not resisting against it. He pulled her up and pinned against the wall. Not seeming to think himself properly by how he was acting.
..."then why offer it?" he hissed against her.
..."I... I thought I could help... b-but I am useless." She replied, looking at Pete nervously and scared.
..."useless ye .... You are" he told her with a smug smile. Placing the palm of his hand against her cheek while the other held her arm somewhat firm.

..."Sorry..." She sighed, closing her eyes, wishing she would be somewhere else now. He frown some and moved his hand down to her neck, bringing some pressure on her throat with his hand while he watched her, but his eyes seemed glazed, as he wasn't himself.
..."P-pete... what are you..." She said weakly, moving her free hand on Pete's wrist, wanting to pull it away from her throat.
..."S-stop it..." she tried to squeal
When she showed some form of resistance he only pressed harder with his hand on her throat. His other arm moving to press on her chest.

..."P-peeete!" She shouted, having problems to do so with the pressure on her throat, eventually pulling harder on Pete's wrist, wanting him to stop. Pete kept going, seeming to be aiming to cut her breath off as he kept the pressure on her.
..."Aaagh!" She groaned, bringing up her knee and beginning to aim for his crotch, attempting to kick it.
He groaned audibly as a surge of pain went through him. But it make him pull her off the wall a little before throwing her back harshly.
..."that how you are trying to help me?" he asked sounding only more aggressive now.
..."You were... trying... to kill me!" She replied, coughing heavily from the strangling, falling down on her knees, still coughing.
..."you were useless right?" he told her accusingly and walked up to her again wanting to pick her up once more.

...“D-does that mean you have to kill me?" She asked him, having noticed him coming closer and crawled away, trying to find something that would help her to escape.
He moved closer in a fast way and grabbed her leg to pull her back.
..."where are you going?" he asked, sounding unlike himself on how he normally used to be.
..."Away from you! Get off me!" She shouted, wanting to hold onto something but couldn't find anything and was unwillingly pulled by Pete.
..."what?!... scared?" he asked, pulling her harshly to himself and reached for her hair to keep her from going anywhere.
...“YOU ARE NOT YOURSELF!" She shouted, screaming loudly as Pete pulled her harshly, especially when he began pulling on her hair. He pulled on her hair towards the bunk one hand on her arm, the other still on her hair and acting rough.
..."Pete, stop it! Let me go!" She shouted, reaching with her free arm to Pete's arm that was pulling on her hair, desperately trying to make him stop. When she screamed he snapped, and threw her towards the wall, aiming to throw her in such way to knock her out.

Tiffany, not having expecting to be thrown against the wall, wanted to soften the crash with the wall with her hands, but couldn't do that in time, eventually hitting it with her head and passing out from it. He watched her drop on the floor, wanting to pick her up once more but noticing her body was limp. He frowned and picked her up with care and moved her on the bunk, making sure she was laying properly on her side. After that he left the room, closing the door behind him and checking the hallway, watching for other people before he left to his ship. Still seeming somewhat zoned out as he walked straight and didn’t seem to notice anyone around him.

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