Camina, who wasn't in the mood to keep conversing excused herself from the group.
She headed down to the work out room. Working out was her way of trying to relieve some of the stress that had been building up.
Whatever had taken control of her ship would be dealt with. No one messed with the Behemoth and lived to tell the story.
Hitting the punching bag again Camina thought about all the others they had to leave behind. She hit the bag again, this time causing it to groan with her hit. She would save all her crew, even if her life was lost.
She was a tall, slender thing but everyone knew not to mess with her when she was angry. Her right hook would leave even the strongest man on his ass.
Her mind wandered to the strangers on the decks above her. Naomi she knew. She was like a sister. Ashford she knew, he was like a pesky older brother.
But the others, she didn't know. Naomi vouched for them and they helped with the ring but she was still not sure she could trust them.
She thought about James Holden, who when looking back through his record, really was the cause for a lot of shit.
First, the man pushed to answer a strange call for help that led to the Canterburys demise, then he was at the center of the ring when that all went down.
Camina respected her sisters decision on her lover but she wasn't so sure about him.
Then there was the Earther. He was a loose cannon. One wrong movement and he would kill you. It was also rumored that Amos Burton wasn't even his real name. She had heard from Monica, who blamed the burly sack of meat as she called him, for her loved one almost getting killed, that he had killed a mob boss and took his name.
Then there was the Martian. She hated Martians. She hated what they did to their own people as well as the Belters and the Earthers.
Naomi said Alex was different but she wasn't so sure. The Kamal name was infamous in the MCRN and she couldn't help but think he was playing them all.
In Camina's mind the only people she could trust on The Roci were Naomi and Ashford.
As she went to hit the bag again, a strange noise caught her attention. She had heard but not heard before. it was a sound like a dying engine. Like it was on its last legs, but this engine also had a sound like someone stepping on a toy mouse over and over again.
Grabbing the pistol in her leg holster she watched the area, which had absolutely no equipment or anything in it, was where the sound was coming from.
She took a deep breath. She was a Belter and a strange noise wasn't going to get her jilted, though she was a tad scared, though it would never be known outside her own head.
She had dealt with shit like the portomolecule and the ring so why was this sound unnerving her? It was a question spinning around in her head as she kept her eyes concentrated on the empty space.
The strange noise got louder and louder and Camina felt wind hit her face. Then she saw it. It was blue. It was also like nothing she had seen before.
The noise disappeared and the dust settled, and Camina kept her gun locked on the weird object that just appeared.
At that moment she wished she had brought a communication device with her. She took a breath and watched as a door opened on the strange object.
A man in a strange hat and wearing a brown blazer, a pink dress shirt, black slacks and a red bow tie.
He looked like he was just into his mid twenties but the look in his eyes said he had lived many centuries.
A woman with very curly hair, a jean jacket, white top and jeans stepped out next. She was flanked by a woman with long red hair and freckles who was wearing a red checkered flannel shirt with a leather jacket and jeans and a man with the same red hair but cut short
also wearing a red checkered flannel with a leather vest and jeans.
Two people came out behind them. A man and woman holding hands. The man was a bit chubby but had a lovable face. He had on a normal looking suit. The woman next to him also looked cheery. She had on a nice blouse and a skirt.
But it was the man who came out last that made Camina's breath catch in her lungs. She knew the face but there was no way. He was dead.
The man was a Belter. He had on a grey fedora with a grey suit jacket, shirt and slacks. He had a look between disgust and excitement on his face.
Camina wanted to scream but couldn't. She couldn't find enough breath to do so. He was dead. Holden heard him in his fucking head after messing with the damn ring.
He couldn't be there. She was hallucinating. Probably everything going on plus the strenuous work out was just getting to her head.
She closed her eyes and counted to three and then opened them. They were all still there, including him.
The man in the weird had stepped forward. Camina, still unable to find words, just kept her gun focused on him.
He continued forward as though the gun wasn't there. When he got close enough he stuck out his right hand and said with a genuine smile...
"Nice to meet you Camina Drummer, I am the Doctor".