Before they had left, the ship taking off in to space and their destination, Raz had taken in the question that Gallan had asked of her, if Electra was a friend. She had not answered, because she really did not know what to say. To all of the bio weapons in that particular lab, Electra was one of a kind and unique, and very special, but would Raz go as far as to say that she was a friend? She did not really, completely understand the concept of that word, and so, would say that she had none of these things called 'friends'. Even so, after they'd left the docking bay, she did not let go of the metallic box still clutched in her fingers. She wasn't sure what to do with it, but something deep down inside told her not to get rid of it.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">[|] Time Lapse: 21:00 hours. Night time above the dark side of Hoth. [|]</span></span><br/><br/>The entire time during the ride, Raz was silent. She did not utter a single word, make the tiniest of noises. It was as if she wasn't even there at all. The girl had noticed that Gallan attempted in trying to entertain himself, but she did not comply in responding to him doing this, instead looked the other way, focusing on the scenery outside the window as it passed. Stars and a vast void of bluish black as far as she could see. It was beautiful, mind captivating, but for some, they would say it was lonely. She knew of two other Bio weapons who would actually say those words out loud.<br/><br/>Finally they arrive to where they were headed, and Gallan speaks up, telling her to get in to her ship. She does as she was told, moving from the spot where she had been standing, but before she actually moves to walk towards the ship, she sets the box down on the middle of an empty seat. Raz did not want to bring it with and have it end up getting ruined by accident.<br/><br/>She equips herself with everything that she needed, the view much like back in the practice room, once again being surrounded by a glowing neon green hue. She did not hold the black bars in her hand, but kept them to her side, and because of this the blades themselves did not appear. This was all she needed, as the bars were not only a sword, but if she wanted them to be, they could meld themselves in to a gun frame of any size and proportion. Once all this was finished, she glances over at the box one last time. Then turns, approaching her egg-shaped, pod-like ship, it opens and allows for her to step inside. She sits down, and automatically she begins, as if she'd known how to operate the thing all her life.<br/><br/>The dull green of the buttons and controls reflect in her eyes, as well as the monitor screen. To Raz, the space was a bit cramped, but she was not about to complain. That just was not her thing to do at all. Glancing towards the mecha that Gallan had gotten in to, she waited for him to speak. Which he does, asking if she had read the file.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF40">"Yes, sir. I have. We are to eliminate El Chapo, and any who get in our way, as well as secure the warehouse where these drugs are being held. According to the files in which I have been given, this man is a mimic of me, though I sense that he will have flaws. He is not a bio weapon, but instead genetically enhanced. Therefore he is not perfect. He was not born in a lab, and is not of military strength. I believe that this will be...easy. Am I correct?"</span><br/><br/>Her eyes were focused on the spot where she knew the ship would open up, allowing them to exit the ship. Raz waited for those words to go ahead, and once they were given, she does just that. It felt...to her...a bit odd, not being in the lab, performing exorcises and simulations, but instead out here, in the real world, doing an actual mission. But this was what she was made for. Her destiny. And she was going to do everything that she was told to do.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF40">"Also, I have one question before we begin. What am I to do with that box that E-M-R-THREE-EIGHT-ONE-B-W-S-C-ZERO-ONE-ONE gave me? I do not think that it is of importance in just that form..."</span>She was quiet, eyes focused ahead, waiting for an answer, if she was to get one at all.