The launch to Ares 8 was a lot smoother than Butch had anticipated. Sure it was still a whole bunch of Gs pushing them back into their seats as the transport took off and continued to accelerate for the next five minutes before starting to break for landing on the cargo ship but it was not as jerky or jumpy as some launches she had experienced on previous missions.<br/><br/>Once the clicks of the hooks grabbing hold of the transport to secure it to Ares 8 she breathed a sigh of relief and unstrapped herself maintaining her composure. She checked the gear she was wearing and grabbed her bag from under the seat. The worst part of the journey was over and with a nod at her boss whom she had caught looking at her during the launch (although she of course had no clue to what the older woman had been thinking about her) she disembarked and waited just outside for the problem solver to do the same.<br/><br/>Hearing the argument from one of the Forge soldiers about not being used to hunt down and take out pirates made her smile and she only just managed to keep herself from rolling her eyes at him. It was clearly the type of soldier who valued a mission according to the number of kills. She was dead sure he kept count, possibly in some elaborate way.<br/><br/>While the forge soldiers were given their orders Butch kept an eye on her boss, standing two steps behind her to the left to signal that she was on guard. The great view it gave her of Jaxx's perfect ass was just a bonus.