4/25/2012 07:00 PM Ramjet slowly pushes his way into the barracks as he peers around, his armor seems dinged up and his pain scratched, but otherwise he seems no worse for wear. Slipstream is in her berthing area, looking over the latest reports. Ramjet spies his Commander sitting at her desk. Slowly he makes his way over, he leans against the nearby edge of her berth. "What's going on, ma'am?" Slipstream looks up at your voice, "Oh just reading about the incident you and Shadowstar had recently." Slipstream nods a bit to that, "It may well be. For now let us hope we can still do our plan."