Casualty Reports.

In the female shower's at Joe Headquarters.

"Did you hear the bad news?" One woman asks.

"About the 2IC and his wingmen, i know, terrible." A second replied.

"First Shana; now Miss Alison. We sho-" Another started to say before Lady-Jaye showed up.

"We were just talking about you, holding up okay?" A fourth asked.

"...Huh; why, um..."

"Gloria Simmons: Head Nurse."

"Alice Parker: flight mechanic."

"Sally Blackstone: R&D department."

"And I'm Marissa Jordan: Green-shirt.*"

"Ok. Got it, girls." Lady-Jaye replied, when they see Cover-Girl walk out of a stall, her hair now blond just as Scarlett mentioned before.

"Hey Brownie, isn't it a shame, losing both commanders like that?" She asked.

"Really bad, i...that must be what Shana mentioned." Lady-Jaye said, looking down to see the tanker missing three toes on her left foot.

"That? Yes, lost them when a chain slipped hoisting a M.O.B.A.T. engine on my fourth day." Cover-Girl explained, and looked at Alison's marks.

"Ouch, any others...Peach?" Lady-Jaye asked.

"There are; This burn and the other five from when the Prototype Mauler exploded, Steeler got some too, got a tat later to cover one on his forearm." Cover-Girl said as she showed her left side, showing a two foot wide patch.

"'Bout everyone here has them, like me for example." Alice said, showing two missing fingers, making Lady-Jaye grimace. "Accident when swiping at Clutch, V.A.M.P. fan belt wheel."

"Math thighearn." Lady-Jaye said.

"What now?" Alice asked, and blinked.

"Oh sorry, Gaelic, for good lord." Lady-Jaye explained.

"Ah. least it was only my left hand."

"You married?" She asked, seeing a ring.

"Yep, Alice Parker; to Blaine, back at the lab you were at." Alice said.

"Who's he?" She asked next.

"That Mainframe guy you spoke to." Cover-Girl said.

"Him?, Seemed okay. Congrats, Ali-P." Lady-Jaye said, holding a hand out.

"Thanks a lot...Ali-H. Or B?" Alice asked.

"B, please." Lady-Jaye replied as Scarlett showed up.

"Hey, Apple, come on in, the waters fine. Pass me that, would you, Sally?" Gloria said, before turning to the right.

"Doing okay, Ma'am?" Marissa asked.

"I am. Just got back from calling Washington, about who to replace poor Conrad and Flint with." Scarlett answered.

"First name basis? How long have you know him?" Lady-Jaye asked.

Scarlett turned to her, and explained.

Flashback, 1975, USS Ranger.

Conrad was in a hall half-listening to Sneeden complaining about the retreat when they hear a scream from the med-supply room. A nurse with short red hair shoved the door into his face and jumped on Conrad's back, pointing wildly to the room. "But ah dun' want da cahzaroh, mama." Sneeden said as he slide down. (Casserole)

"Eight..., kill...m...hell!" Was all he could make out from her rambling. (Eight legged beast, kill him, squash him, send him back to hell!)

Hearing this, Conrad nodded, and went to the nearest phone once Sneeden pried her off. "Bridge, sound General Quarters! 8 intruders in supply room, deck 4!"

"...Wait, that's not-"

"We here Con', who you want gone?" Marvin asked as he and six others showed up.

"Don't know, but this nurse says they're in there."

"Then we got 'em trapped, guys, watch yourselves, they could be armed." One sailor said, and they went in.

After a minute, they exited, seeing nothing. "This some sick prank, man?" The sailor asked, smacking Conrad on the back of the head.

"I'm telling you, she said there were eight people...i don't get it either." Conrad replied.

"I said eight legs, mister..." The nurse said, then froze.

"Someone want to explain what the h-Hey!?" The ship's Captain asked, only for her to take his hat and hit Pvt. Melendez's right shoulder after she watched her arch-nemesis reappear.

"Oww! What are you-quit it, lady!"/"Give me that back right now, O'hara!"/"Die, die, die!" He, the Captain, and She all shout.

Chapter fourteen. Read and review.

* Gloria's whole existence, Marissa and Alice's surname's, and Blackstone's first are made up.