Casela groaned as the turbolift doors closed. She leaned against the bulk head, a hand pressed to her ribs. It STILL hurt. She grinned though, she gave as good as she got. But then…oh never mind, not right now. She had too much work to do. In her hand she had two PaDDs. She was on her way to see Cobb. He didn’t like her, but she had a grudging respect for the man. And out of everyone on this ship, she wanted…no she needed his advice. The turbolift doors opened and she straightened slowly. She forced her gait to be relaxed and natural, not to show the soreness and pain she was dealing with. She pointedly ignored looking at Ryder as she walked across the command deck to Cobb’s ready room door. She rang the chime and waited.

Lt. Synthi-er