“Just tell us what you need,” Ian backed up Styxx’s comment, “but right now maybe we should take a second and get you checked out in sickbay.” Laying a hand on her shoulder, Jessa instantly reacted by backing up two steps.

Her pupils were dilated showing the effects of the concussion from her assault on the forcefield and the battle drug. “No, I need to stay here. When you are lost you are supposed to stay in one place. If I move Zala Tsu will not be able to find me and she will come back.”

“Kid that witch is not,” Ian stabbed a finger at the ground, “setting foot on this ship ever again.” His wording lacked any diplomacy and was just emotion-filled. Ian felt invincible and confident due to the pharmacological concoction racing through his veins. In hindsight he would regret his comments but right now all he wanted was for Jessa to listen and obey his directions. “She is never coming back so get that thought out of your mind right now.” The aliens had done nothing but destroy his ship, try to kill his wife, and cause fear and terror in the crew.

Jessa stumbled back as if Ian had backhanded her. “Shut up. Shut the triffing varp up. She thinks she has the Prism but she doesn’t. I am not that stupid to give it to her.” Turning her attention to Rinker, Jessa continued her monologue that seemed to be pieces of coherent thought mixed with nonsense. “I said I was going to protect you so why would I give her the Prih,” she yelled out reaching for the sachel that Jessa just realized was no longer on her body. Until this moment, she had forgotten the sachel had beamed away with Zala Tsu during the transport. Jessa’s face went pale as her hand patted her body.
“Rinker....Rinker, she took my bag. She thinks she has it. What if she doesn’t come back? What if she goes home and doesn’t tell anyone I am here.”

“Good,” Ian snapped. “Be the best thing that ever happened to you. Let’s go,” he snapped and pointed to the door.

Jessa looked at Rinker pleading for him to step in and control Ian.

Jessa Novar.