Angela smiles and waves back to Hannah and the LC before turning as Oria came in ans chuckled to herself shaking her head as she walked up to the Angel. "I said to dress casual." She looks the woman over and grinned. "Well at least you will be able to knock some of the guys out if they paid attention to you."

  There  was much going on. The doormen only left  crewfolk in, and the  few civies that were consider   Military, like the Doc  and  Cindy.

  Pete, the Merc, was following En Marra, a Pilotfrom C  flight. She looked  harrassed  as Kray  was walking across the room, he passed Raven and her partner, she  said  something to him, if he  heard, you could not tell. Marra stopped  By Kray , and so did Pete. The  Merc looked up at the Pilot, saying something. Kray's eyes narrowed, as Marra moved  behind him and Pete...the Merc  was puling something  from the back of his belt  as he  spoke to Kray, the  Music  far too loud  for  words to be heard, except by those   right next to them

  Cindy sipped  some wine  and  lad  a tiny  plate with some odd finger foods  on., she seemed  comfortable, and lost,all at the same time.

  Miller shook her head, a grin creeping  across her face,  going to be  a good  night..it  sure  won't be boring....

Roy really didn't have anything that he considered flashy enough for a place like The Pulse, so he settled for what he did have...some semi-fashionable jeans, a casual dress shirt, and a lightweight leather jacket cut in the style of a motorcycling jacket (though far too light to be practical for motorcycling).

He walked in, a little ill at ease.  He managed to hide it most of the time, when it was a 'military' situation, but being in crowded spaces gave him jitters.  He'd never felt comfortable in large crowds.  He made a mental note to himself to invest in some more fashionable stuff, if events like this were going to be commonplace.  All this went through his mind as he scanned the room, nodding as a few people waved to him.  He was unsure of what, really, to do, as out of his element here as he'd been any time since he boarded the Hermes.

For lack of anything better to do, he walked over to the bar and ordered a soft drink.  He expected it would be a long evening...he'd want to pace himself with any alcohol.

Oria just smiled to Angela and nodded to her. "Where I am from this is formal." She would spot the LC then looked back to Angela with a bow. "Please excuse me, there is someone who I must meet." She bows again and walks, no glides over to the LC "Greetings."

 Stopping she turned to greet Oria, Hello, You must have been Hole up down in the maintaince office..I have not seen you since you boarded. How are youo adjusting to  deep space flight?

Angela's Eye brow raises at how Oria was acting in this situation, it was way to formal for her own liking, but the girl was nice to be around. Angela shrugs and watches roy enter and smiles, though he didn't seem to notice her. men. she makes her way to him, but making sure she was behind him before tapping his shoulder. "Is this seat taking?" She asks trying not to chuckle, or giggle like a school girl.

Oria nods with a delicate smile. "Yes, It has been hectic trying to fill all those orders within a short time span, but I managed. I was also able to repare quite a few ships afterwards which was easy enough for me. Although the ship named Lady does have a likeable personality." She pauses for a while before glancing over to Kray. "I am how ever a little upset that your Pilot right there has been taken by another female. I had traveled far from home to be with him."

Hannah had been watching Kray's progress through the room waiting for him when she saw him stopped by Pete. Worried this time about the situation she crossed the room as quickly as possible to get to his side. Few men would start swinging when a woman was standing between them. It wasn't her smartest idea ever, but it had kept her brother out of trouble more than once.

It felt like it was taking forever to get to him.

  as Hannah grew  nearer she was picking up....

  ..Look flyboy, this  ain't none of your business.... his hand was on the grip of a Creen pistol, tucked behind his  back.

  ..when one of  my pilots  feel harrassed? It becomes  my business... his eyes  note the Movement  of the man's hand  and adds,..the last person that pulled  a weapon  on me is lying in  the Mull manor...you best be scratching your back...

 Mara  see Lt. Killian coming over, her eyes look at her in appeal, but for  a fighter  pilot, the  girls  looked damn scared.

  Frans was closing  in as well...Raven  Pushed  away the Pilot  she was dancing with and Moved to Pete's side.

 Kray Picked up Hannah as  she came into view, it  was not lost on him the  En Mara moved towards her,  and frans  was coming up the other side.

 Raven Put her  hand  on her hips  and leaned towards kray ( trying to use the effect of the lowcut on her  dress?)..you bothering  My Flight crew? Damn Shadow, you don't have  anything better to do?

 Fran's  speaks up..the pervert  has  a  small blaster tucked behind his belt, Raven....

 Hannah can see Kray's left sleeve throwing  dagger has  already slipped into the palm of his hand.

Mara  speaks up,..he ..he  tried to get  me to leave  with him....he wasn't taking  no for an answer...he threatened me...

  Roles and  HAck were on they  way over, neither of them looked very happy .

  The LC looked..which pilot.... as she  turned  her  eyes  widened,..Shadow? Kray?  she  smiled  as she placed  a gentle hand on  Oria's  shoulder,..aye, You are just a few weeks too late.

  Si's  smile was gentle,...he   is , indeed a  likeable fellow...I think they make  a good pair. You will beworking with  Lt Killian...Hannah...alot, she is the  LT of the Comm-techs  now. Between you two? Out guys  and gals in those fighters  might live to see the end of this war...or at least, the end of thier enlistment.

  she noticed the gathering   of people, few others  did, which was good.
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Hannah finally reached the small group and stepped right between Kray and Pete, providing an obstacle to both men. Not the smartest place she'd ever put herself, but probably the distraction necessary to diffuse the situation... she hoped.

"Hey, Mara, I think the LC had a question for you. Why don't you head that way?" She smiled to the other woman and then leaned back against Kray and looked up at merc crew members. "Hello Raven. Pete. Are you two enjoying the party the commander arranged?" When in doubt be excessively polite. With any luck Pete would be less likely to strike out or say anything that would push Kray too far. "It'll be a while before we get to have such a fun night off duty for a while, don't you think? It'd be a shame for anyone to get banned from these events over a misunderstanding..."

Her voice was soft, but her expression made it clear that she had a full grasp of the situation. She merely wanted to give Pete and Raven a chance to back down gracefully before either Hack or Roles got involved.

  She  could  feel his tension drop quickly as she  leaned  back agauinst him, the  dager, did  not leave his  left hand and he slips, just  a half  step to his left, incase he needed to strike out.

 Mara put  a thanful hand on Hannh's  arm as she nodded, I will see  to that right  away..thank you Lt....

 Frans  glowered at Raven then  smiles at Hannah,..I'll go with You Helen, and  she  walked on the inside of  Mara  closest to Pete, both there backs  turned  with full trust in thier  crewmates  that Nothing was going to harm them.

 Raven  was chewing nails as she  glared  at Hannah,  her eyes  went  to Kray  as she  said, in   a soft, what she thought  was enticing, voice,  what do you say  , Shadow?  Bygones  and all that?

 Pulling himself a bit  straighter, the   throwing  dagger being clutched  for  a strike, his  eyes never  left Pete's...who..to his  credit, only seems  a little intimadated,..He gives that weapon to me..he can stay..if he bothers another Hermes Female...he'll go back to the HArvestor on a med-tray...

 Pete snarled  , but  Raven put  an arm out, trying to  be like Hannah  and stepp between them  give it to him, pete...if you want to stay....

  Just  as HAck and Roles appeared,  Pete  handed the  weapon over  with  a red face. Kray took the  weapon, letting  Pete see the  dagger slide back up his sleeve.

  Hack  says to  Roles,..it  appears  our people  are having  a bit of talk  as to which crew is better?


 Roles nodded, that would be  my guess...good thing it didn't get out of hand, be a damn shame for anyone to spend the rest of thier time off in the Brig....

 With a flick of his  arm  he Motioned Pete  and Raven to Disperse, Pete said something like,..you were almost short a pilot...

 Roles  Grabbed the man by the back of the shirt and  "escorted him" away,..don't be  a fool Lad...he's killed more folks in New York  then you 'll see killed in space...

  Hack turned to Hannah, I might have to make you Morale  officer...now..its over...go have  fun....

   Sheepishly Kray  Nodded Tossing the  weapon to one of the doormen who  had  come over after seeing the Commnaders  approach.

Roy looked first, then turned at the tap on his shoulder.  "Nah, help yourself," he said with a chuckle.  He sipped his soda, noting the unusual cluster of people out on the floor--unusual, because nobody was dancing or trying to move anywhere.  Somehow, it didn't surprise him to see Shadow in the middle of it--really didn't surprise him, either, to see Pete and Raven facing off against Shadow.

It was probably for the best that he hadn't heard what was behind the whole situation...still worried about Lyri, he might have said something regrettable.  As it was, he still kept an eye on the situation...especially on Pete with his hand behind his back.

"Yes, sir," she said to Hack, unsure what else she should say. Hannah set her drink down at a nearby table and took Kray's hand after the commander walked away and dragged him toward the dance floor.

"Dance with me until you calm down," she said in his ear.

Over her shoulder she could see Raven still steaming at the loss of both the argument and Kray, and a small part of Hannah just wanted to smirk. She hadn't really done anything herself but she couldn't help grinning at how oblivious Kray seemed about the other woman. Rather than crowing like a bad sport she wrapped her arms around Kray's neck and smiled up at him as she spoke. "What happened with Rivets?"

   Kray Gave   a nod to The Commander  as  the  Commander gave a quick  stern look to  Shadow  as Hannah  lead him off.

   Another slow dance  came up,perhaps at the signal of the Commander? At  any rate, Kray  put his arm around Hannah   and smiled  a bit more  easily. Sorry ,'bout that. Just  too many  wrong  things  at the  wrong  time....Once this dance is over, You can go over to the girls  if you want, spend  some time  with them, I'll be handy when you want me... he winks.

  When she mentioned Rivets, she  felt a short surge of anger flow through him, but it didn't last long,..This is between us..right now...I'm going to have to talk with  Spens..the  slug that almost took out  Lady? It was  a Hammer  Cannon round...a dud. Had it  gone off, it  would have blown the whole front half of Lady off....Not sure  were it  came from though...since it was a dud..it  could not be  a Hermes round. Unless  Rivets  slipped  on his choices  from the ordinace folks... The Mull fighters had what amounted to old  earth machineguns  and  Nose  cannons...without seeing the rounds from the cannons? I cannot tell if it  was one of thiers  or not...but Rivets  showed me a fresh  Hammer  round...They looked like twins... Rivets  thinks...it  came  from another Hammer.
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  Raven was angry, as well as embarrassed. she  was a fighter pilot, when she picked her target, it was going down...she started to walk around the Flowered stage in the middle of the fllor that was  set up for  what annoucnements  might be made later, she was coming in from behind, a sneer on her face as she was going to 'cut in' and dance with  Shadow.

  Eckles stepped in front of her and shook her head, Pointing to a group of  Hermes Crewmen who were, very much 'into' Raven's looks. Go pick some of them..hell..all of them...I'm thinking  they need  some time  alone..don't you....

  The Blackhaired  Pilot looked at Eckles  with a  frown, then pivoted on her heels  and head back towards  the Table she came  from...in a huff.
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  Coming  nearer  to Spencer  and Angela Roles  , still holding  a handfull of  Pete's flowered  shirt,..now Lad?  You stay away from Shadow, and that Lady...next time? I'll let him carve you up....

 The  Cap[tain  turned, tries to remember  where his  new found  fans  were, and headed of to try to rekindle the chat up.

 Pete  sat down a table  away from Spencer, this  time, he was doing   the slow  burn.
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 The LC  and Oria  stood together as Frans  brought En Mara to them,..en...I  mean LT  Killian said you  have  a question for En Mara, and suggested  she  come over  right  away...I though i might come with her, and say hellow  to Lt Lzaedanon. Capt Rivets  said  she   is focusing on  working on the Hammers now...I am Lt Frans, Carole...if you wish.

 Mara  smiled  sheepishly, it  was clear  she was shaken, which is  saying alot  , for a HAmmer pilot.
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Roy shifted in his seat, so that he could keep one eye on Pete unobtrusively.  He'd seen his share of hotheads...they were bad enough when they were just infantrymen that banded together.  Infantry that got buddy-buddy with pilots made for mercurial situations.

He'd allowed himself a small grin as he saw Eckles cut Raven off at the edge of the dancing, and decided he just might have to revise his opinion of Frans and her cronies.  Before the whole situation down on the planet, he wouldn't have trusted any of them further than he could spit...but they seemed to be shaping up, and sticking with their own when the chips were down and it really counted.  If that was the case, he'd tolerate them getting snooty when things were relatively peaceful...he'd still do his best to see them put in their place, if they went that far, but it would be a good-natured gesture, rather than the veiled hostility that had been the case previously.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, the suspicious part of him noted that this could all still be an act--and rather than dismissing the thought as paranoia, he just shrugged and decided he'd sit back and watch.  He still doubts about several people in the crew...Hell, I'm not even sure how certain I am about Hack, he told himself.  Taking nothing for granted had kept him alive and mostly healthy, to this point...he saw no reason to change that now.

  Capt Morris  came in. He smiled   at some greetings, chuckled  as some of the younger pilots gave him both   respect, and  a wide berth, Rivets  waved him over to the eats and  drinks  table.

  Manfred Barron, the pilot with the shakes  came in. he looked over the groups, he smiled  slightly when  someone would greet him. The story around the ship is, after his 10th kill, he landed on the hanger  deck, and  the portside   wing  broke off, it had been shot through  by a demon...one more  move, one more shot...and he would have been part of Mar's Landscape...Hack brought  him along  for teching, and to keep his wages  at full. Thus  far, the 30 year old "grandfather" of the pilots, had not done  much. Though he seemed to  pay a lot of attention to Shadow.
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  Cindy talked  with some of the other  Crew that were there, Stefi had  come up, and they were comparing notes over thier new "bosses"
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 Lt. Stevens  was reliving his victory of   'the  red baron' and  telling the  tale of the lizard he torched, for all those   who would listen..some of the Yonger  women seemed entranced....
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  Pete waved off  a couple ofhis Harvestor buddies  as  he  stared at  Shadow  and  Hannah, Grabbing  a drink of  the  waitress, without even asking , and almost causing her to dump the tray..it  appears..his fun was done  for the night.

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 Raven sat  at the table  a few tables  away from Roy, on the other side of the door, Two Hermes Crew ( none  pilots)  came over to chat her up...they were summarily dismissed, something  about  '..come back when you got wings...'
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She smiles and sits down beside Spencer and leans back against the bar using her elbows  to prop herself up. Though she was all dolled up, she felt more comfortable just sitting like one of the guys. "How is your night going?"

Roy grinned, despite his misgivings and musings.  "I've never been a big fan of night clubs, in general...being in a crowded place with lots of people and no sense of structure to any of it?  Never quite clicked for me."

He took a sip of his soda, and added, "But I'm surviving, thanks for asking.  Nobody's made me crazy yet, so I can't complain too much."  His smile had a self-deprecating twist to it, as though he realized just how ridiculous his fears were...but he showed little indication of trying to do anything about it.

She smiles lightly to him and nods as he talk. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Although I'm not used to people in general. I was locked away in a hospital for five whole years and didn't get much human interaction." She turns long enough to order a beer. Then turns back to him. "But since I came here, it seems like I have suddenly grown used to the idea of having friends." she would be silent for a while before grabbing the offered beer.

 The  Music was playing   while the Commander  made his rounds, He was seeing most of the folks settle into the party feeling, or at very least,not posturing. Turningto Roles, he waved him up  the the Center stage, and they both climbed the  set of stairs. Roles gave   Hack a fresh mug of beer, holding one  for himself.

 They waited  for the song to Finish, then signaled the Sound Master to hold the next song. One of the server  girls brought up a Mic on a  stand  and turned it on, then  left the  platform  to the  two Commnaders.

Roy chuckled, distractedly, and nodded at the statement about getting used to having friends.  He was just about to add a comment when the Commander took his place with the microphone, obviously about to speak.  Roy remained silent, focused on Hack and Roles, curious to hear what they had to say.

  The  Music  stopped and Hack  called out into the mircophone  for attention, tilting it  to Roles who called to his  folks  as well. The  Room became  quiet, with just a splatter of  words here and there.

  Waiters  and waitresses, Please  make certain that everyone has  the drink of thier choice.... The commanders waited  for  a few moments, Looking down from the stand  as Kray  and Hannah recived a mug of softdrinks, and  HAck nodded,

  First, a Toast to the  Grand Victories here..in the Delta Sector. The treaty was signed Moments before I arrived here. The Delta Planets are now part of the AP, with Delta Prime, being  Under Earth's flag. It is the first Planet, outside our solar system, to be ...'ours' All of you here, Both Hermes  and Harvestor have made that possible..so?  Raise your gallsses  for the first toast!  The two Commanders  held up thier  Mugs  , turning so  all those  around them  were acknowledged, and drank.

  Second...I have  the Pleasure of annoucing the Promotion of  En  Miller , to Lt Miller. Navigator and... he turns  again, holding up his  free hand to emphasize  and , under whose command, tha Largran Ship was destroyed.  Once more the glasses  were raised, admist the cheers and whisltes, of most of those there.

  En  Killian, for  quick thinking  down  on the planet, more then likely, saved the Ground forces of ours, and, enabled us  to remain in contact, when it  seems  the Lizards had  all, but cut off our comms,I have no doubt, that we  would be short a few  folks  right now, had it not been  for  her  quick thinking  and quick actions....Raise your  glasses to...Lt  Killian...

 People cheered  again, Beth Nudged  Hannah  as  Kray placed his  hand on her back  while raising his Mug...

 ..Now. My  Comrades, and Crewmates, I could point out many more awards...all here, from both ships, have recieved  the  ESN  Bronze  Star, with  an ESN silver star going to those  the High Command  felt had  earnt them , Master  Sgt Spenser, has  been Given the added rank Of Chief of Security, En Stoly, has been given the  postion of  Unarmed, and person to person combat trainer he leans towards the Mic,..and yes  fellas, there is a bump in pay for that.

  People laughed  and   clapped as  the Commander went on, Along  with  the  Bronze star for the Harvestor  and her  crew, Lt Raven and her  Fighters  also recieved  the ESN  silver star, as they were under  my command as a supporting  Ship... To our  friends on the Harvestor!

  Though the  Hermes  folks were  a bit slower to raise thier  glasses most of them did, as the merriment continued. Here..Hack stepped back and Roles stepped forward,

  Right you are   Commnader HAck, and, while the Subject has been brought  up, I will announce this, since your  Commander...our Commander..Might be  a bit  bashful in the saying of it. As of the Moment the treaty was signed, Commander Hack has been given over all Command of what is going to be known as The Delta  Fleet.  The ESN Hermes is to be the Flagship The ESN Artemis, The ESN Athena along  with the destroyers ESN Flint, and ESN Granite..Our sistership, the EMS Prowler is , as i speak, steaming her  way here as well. The Prowler, Like the  Harvestor have signed Letters  or Marque..to Commander HAck...not the ESN... and we will stay within the Delta  Fleet, for as long  as Commander  HAck, and the Hermes  are in charge. The Fuji with her  Cruiser  the Hera and the Destroyers  Tin  and Shale..are also consider  part of the Delta Fleet. The only exception here, is the Fuji will remain  under the Command of Admiral Hai Moto. Here is to  Delta Fleet!  Roles  raises his  glass as  all around the room, folks  begin to realize what is happening. They will no longer be alone in space, But have now become... a force.......

Roy had gotten another soft drink, when the Commander announced the need for them--it was bad luck to fake a toast with an empty glass, even worse luck than toasting with plain water.  Not knowing just how many toasts were going to be made, he kept his consumption low, taking just a sip with each drink.

Until his changed status was announced,  He almost missed the drink for that one.  Part of him wanted to jump up and denounce the assignment--he was a sniper, after all, not a security specialist.  But he also thought about the different operations he'd been part of since boarding the Hermes...he realized that he was, in many ways, going the opposite route that many went.  They learned their firearms and eventually specialized as snipers--he'd gone in already specialized, and was learning more general techniques as he went.

Realizing that he was about to miss a toast to himself, he got himself back in motion and kept pace with everyone through the rest of the proceedings.  He was again surprised, though not as sharply, when Roles announced that the merc ships had letters of marque to the Commander...it wasn't unprecedented, but the practice hadn't been common since the earliest days of the 19th Century, as far as he could recall.

Still, it was like he'd told Storm, back before the Delta Omega mission...they were fighting an unprecedented war, now.  Tactics would have to be adjusted--including who made the front-line decisions.  He sure as hell trusted Hack to make better judgment calls that some bureaucrat back on Earth who had probably never even been under fire.  He raised a glass to the new fleet, taking a casual glance around to gauge reactions to all the news.