Trudy walked down the corridors with her general wide stride, her dogtags jingling and her rifle bouncing against her back. She'd slung it on the other side from her healing rib - which was also why she wasn't moving really fast. Of course, she was on her way to visit the ship that had kept her alive. She had to see what all those near-misses had done. At least scratched the paint, maybe more. She thought a shot had skimmed her astromech, and then there had been the blast that had crippled the Dart.

The hanger, unsuprisingly, was fairly busy. She figured she'd run into at least a couple of the squadron's mechanics, and probably even more of the squadron. It would be good to see the guys - and she especially wanted to talk to the General.

As she crossed over to her X-wing, she passed her Samson and paused. It was still in the same state it had been before she started training with Rogue Squadron. It took up a big chunk of her time, and getting caught up in the media library on her ship's specs took up the rest of it. "Sorry bebe," she said under her breath. "Guess I've left you after all."

She walked over to the X-wing, trailing her hand along its underside. It definitely showed that it had been in a firefight. There were a couple of blaster marks hellishly close to her engines, that made her start grinning like a fool. "Guess it could have been a whole hell of a lot worse," she said, tapping the cross around her neck. "Good on you, big man."

Javert had his arms crossed behind his back, posture straight and immaculate. He stood on a bridge on a quiet, dark night, overlooking a fast-flowing river.

It wasn't a small street-- By rights, it should have been a main thoroughfare to the city. And yet, there were no people. From the profound silence, it was possible there were no people in the city. The only sound, in fact, was that of the river and of Javert's heavy, even breathing. He looked a man possessed. His eyes were dark, his countenance grim, and the only sign of life in his dark, statuesque appearance was the rise and fall of his breast and the flare of his nostrils.

To jump, or not to jump. It was plaguing him. Was he dead? Was there some other, better hell elsewhere in the limitless waste of eternity? Could he even die in this hellish place? He had drowned once, could he do it again? Did he dare? 

He remained stock still, without a twitch or a shudder. He could remain so for hours, if undisturbed.

Beastboy was for the most part a highly emotional boy, running on lots of energy, irrepressible cheer and a sense of humor that was...unique at best.

But sometimes...sometimes he needed time to think and be quiet. Usually he could do that while playing game station, reading comics or going for a flight.

Today however despite his lack of desire to socialize he had energy to burn. That creepy robo chick had teased him with cake and gotten him all worked up, only to drop him just in time to find out he'd missed a huge fight.

So being the responsible and intelligent hero he imagined he was, Beastboy decided he needed a little training to get back into the swing of combat.

The Sensoriums were awesome in his opinion, like a giant do it yourself video game.

So the scene? Jump City streets just outside the his favorite Pizza parlor.

The enemy? Sladebots! The best for cannon fodder, they were robots so he didn't feel bad about stomping them flat, and they were just scary enough to be a challenge.

This was his right? No way he could lose...

***

Within ten minutes he was being rolled down the street by the over zealous Sladebot projections...his imagination was running away with him.

The Juraian Royal Palace, Sasami's home, was becoming less and less empty. The additions that she got from the planet before everything went south helped fill in the holes. The sounds of odd barking and meowing also liven things up - she had somehow brought one of the alien puppies she rescued and it had made fast friends with Ryo-Ohki.

However, despite what was going on, she wasn't feeling too bright. Despite what they had done, they still didn't win. It was just plain luck that allowed her to survive that day.

She looked around her home, trying to figure out something to do to pass the time away and get her mind off of what happened. Though, the more she thought, the more she realized something was missing, but couldn't put her finger on it...

"Am I forgetting something?" Sasami asked herself randomly. It felt odd, but it was like something was missing and she couldn't put her finger on it. She shook her head and continued on. Maybe she was acting silly. With that, Sasami continued on through her home, a slight limp in her step as she did.

By all rights, he probably should have been fixating on the Ohm, but the people he knew well on the ship all seemed to have made it out in fair shape. He’d try to get hold of the debriefings when they were all in, then ask questions if he needed to. But for now, he was more interested in what had happened to Steve during shore leave, partly to figure out who in the crew was messing with people’s heads, partly to find out if the ship had any particular limitations…

He would have liked to hold this conversation semi-private, but, barring locking himself in the Shadow or the Falcon, there weren’t a lot of places no one could sneak into. He settled for second best: somewhere he figured most people would be too busy to stop by, the Room of a Thousand Fountains. He sat nestled in a circle of stones in a cross-legged, half-meditative posture. “So Stacy,” he called casually, “do you have a few minutes?”

A crashing of wood and metal resounded as the patches Tsukasa had used to cover the holes in the Hikari Studio's roof fell apart, their contents spilling into the small photo studio/home. He sighed, since this was not the first time this had happened since he had gotten back aboard. "This is such a pain...why aren't these things staying on?!" He yelled,throwing his hammer at the ground.

He slid toward the ladder, and climbed down toward the ground. "A break will do me some good." He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. He went over to lean against his motorcycle and assess the repairs he had actually finished to the Hikari Studio. It...wasn't much. The door still hung off its hinges, and there was a large hole in the outward-facing wall.

The nice thing about being injured was the amount of sleep Negi got. Chamo had absolutely refused to let him walk so everywhere he went he was floating on his staff, riding side-saddle in order to not strain himself.

Today however, he had decided to read one of the books he had purchased down at the local bookstore, a tale of swords and mages, demon gods and blowing up cities in the name of profit and good fun. So sitting down in his room, he was paging through the book, reading through the book as he sipped on a drink that was provided to him by the caretaker. Soft stands of music filtered into the dorms from outside as he adjusted the tank top he wore. It was still the silly girls outfit he wound up in a while ago but Negi wasn't too worried about it. The wig he still wore, littered with braids both big and small with little ornaments in them.

Quietly, he turned the page while his injuries continued to heal.

Everything was starting to get back to.. well it wasn't like it was before on the ship. Not after all that fighting going on and everything. For one member of the crew, unbeknownst to him, he had missed the entire thing because of one happy little people snatching AI. Needless to say the pilot wasn't going to be very thrilled once that little bit of information surfaced. One of the walls shifted, opening in to a dark black space as the orange jump suited man was tossed like someone had him by the collar of his suit and down around his waist.

Head over heels the man flew with his hands grasping hair hoping to catch on to some one or some thing before he crashed against the opposite wall had against his side. It didn't help any that he had one nice shiner already developing on his face. More bruises and aches were something that Gavin did not want to deal with.

"Thank you for your participation,. -subject name here-, must be the pride of -subject hometown here-. A mark has been placed on your official testing record. There will be cake in the lobby." Groaning the man glanced up just in time to see the wall move close.

The cake was a lie.