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Bakamono · (This post was last modified: 02-08-2011, 05:00 AM by Bakamono.)

Flanked by two of the Hawaiis' employees, Tanya held her breath and looked on in amazement, as Captain Frial grappled with the gunman metres above her. The captain gracefully drifted back down as the assailant spun, as the gravity returned Tanya turned her head quickly, only to hear the sickening crunch as the ex-hostage taker hit the ground. Still in shock Tanya looked to her saviour, as he calmly communicated with his staff. She rose carefully, slow to realise with delight that she remained unharmed 'Captain - That was'¦fantastic! You saved my life: how can I ever thank you?!'

***

Meanwhile in Conference Room Three, deck two:
'I'm glad, and thank you' Julian smiled in appreciation as he seated himself opposite Doctor Ross. 'So as you are no doubt aware, and though benign as your friend may seem - it may be that the sudden sickness surrounding us originated from this little fellas' unique bio-chemistry, and that sneeze may mean little 'Sam' is ill too'¦' Julian ventured, extending a finger tentatively toward the creature, in an attempt at petting. 'so there are just a few facts I need to check in order to get this mess resolved. Can you remember the exact date and time you and 'Sam' boarded the Hawaii? On this map of Gaias' land-mass can you pinpoint roughly where you found 'Sam'? Do you mind if I take a picture of 'Sam' to send to an expert? Do you recall 'Sam' being ill at any point during the journey here? And has he had a diet of anything other than the excellent salads served onboard?' Julians' questions went on as the pair tried to establish a time-line (and therefore an incubation period for the infectious agents), and the finer details of the situation.
'I think it could be productive if we had a sit-down with Doctors Whitesun and Maxwell in order to get to the bottom of the, potentially, dual threats we face here.'

***

Lady Estelle Octavia Baravicci V or 'Stella darling' to her friends, had been a Cryer executive for little more than a year; her place assured to her by her ignorantly rich parents, there had been little that Estelle desired which had not immediately been hers. She wandered the galaxy with an entourage on hand, and even her colleagues had murmured of a severe case 'Ivory Tower' syndrome.

Estelle was held as if gripped by some kind of reverie as her eyes drank in the rugged, yet refined form of Doctor Whitesun. As if in slow motion he mouthed words to a fellow doctor, and strode enigmatically to the Coffee machine. Estelle swooned for a moment as her heart raced: she fainted and fell into the arms of her discreet attendants. A moment passed as the familiar smell of her scent-bottle roused her, and she could once more cast her gaze longingly over his copper-touched hair, broad-shoulders and bright blue eyes.

It was with no small amount of trepidation that she attempted to calm her errant heart and approach this excellent specimen of masculinity, and actually speak to him. She took in a quaking breath before saying 'Doctor Whitesun, I am'¦that is'¦My name is Estelle..' she fluttered 'Oh! Please call me Stella. I'm '¦O yes, I'm with Cryer and I'm supposed to ask you something'¦' her face flushed red as she reviewed the board in her gloved hand. Oh, So my superiors are asking for your help, particularly in regard to find a cure for this destructive condition.' She sighed. 'I'm really sorry to bother you with this Doctor, I'm sure you have other dangerous, rugged'¦Uhm I mean, energetic'¦fleshy'¦pursuits. Did it just get hotter in here? Oh my!' She fanned herself again before collapsing into her waiting attendants arms.

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