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Slowly, Ulrik had relaxed his shoulders and, overall, his entire body. He got the impression that things weren't so formal around here. With only four members in total occupying this ship, that was understandable. Altair had no one to be commanding and, what was the point? Cooperation was what was needed to survive out here, not a system of heirarchy. Sure, there had to be a leader, but only to lead the others along, to keep them going. Besides, it seemed as if it had been awhile since Altair had needed to give any orders of the sort, so the system of which had probably migrated to a more desolate area of his mind, one that was rarely accessed.
Ulrik gave a small nod to Altair's statement. "Got it," He comfirmed, remembering just how exhausted he'd been. Such fatigue didn't seem so encumbering when he was out of that stinging sun.
And then he proceeded to remove his helmet, shaking his white hair away from his view. Inside the helmet had been a fair-faced man, in his twenties with calculating blue eyes that were also very piercing. A closer look at these orbs of sapphire would review the optic enhancements that he'd been fitted with at a young age. They were quarter-circle lines, visible in the iris.

Holding his helmet underneath his arm, Ulrik moved along to the galley, in search of some much needed nourishment. He passed through several corridors, having to stop often to take a breath, or lean himself against a wall to rest. Never did he recall being so tired.
He had yet to meet the rest of the residence even as he entered the gally and found the soup that Altair had spoken of. As if in response to such a sight, his stomach gave a noticable growl and Ulrik found he could wait no longer for food and was gorging at the soup in little time at all.

After a little more rest Gretchen stood. "I need to go and eat something." She started to walk down the halls she was a little shaky. Her hand holding the wall. She saw Altair int the gun room.

She smiled, "Yeah, I'm kind of hungry. Maybe that will make the blood start flowing." She was still slightly numb from what ever Amillia had put in her. She smiled. "I see you're okay."

Gretchen smiled and started walk down the hall. He reminds me more of my father the more time I spend with him. Once in the kitchen she found the soup still on the stove. She started to heat it up again. After it was done she sat up on the counter. She felt like sleeping again mid way through her soup.

Walking through the ship, Seraph noticed Gretchen while she was eating. His natural instincts when he saw a woman like her told him to at least go in there, and try to make a move. However, most of his instincts were blown away, and he turned away before any more of his natural instincts took over.

Gretchen felt someone at least see her. She looked up and said, "Hey? Whose there?"

Devon walked through one of the towns that had been destroyed by the roving bands of criminals nearby. The buildings were all scorched to the center and only ruins remianed of them. "So sad, so many deaths." He had just walked into the street that held the remains of the townsfolk, which was only bloody bodies with various wounds and missing body parts. "How many times will I be forced to see things like this." He never turned as he spoke, even though he knew of the man sneaking on him. "Though some were my own fault." He ducked as bullets rang over his head, missing him greatly. "Poor choice in weapon, only a pistol." He fired onto the man and smiled as he fell in a bloddy pile. "At least I get a new weapon."