[b][i]Ginger was sitting down inside the Russian ship, having a conversation with General Natalia as he plots his deception. Already he had armed his EMP, and his hand danced against the hilt of his particle blade. He grabs Natalia's wrist and roughly pulls her to the ground, resting the blade on her neck. [/i][/b] "Sorry to cut the conversation short, but I have things to do. Where's the Control Room?"