"The L-One and L-Three boosters have been repaired, and that upgrade to the sensors is finally finished." The engineer spoke, walking towards Dana. "Not that all the jostling has made it any..."<br/><br/>"Thank you," Dana interrupted in an overly professional tone, "And the AI?"<br/><br/>"Fully functional. Will you be trying her out soon?"<br/><br/>"Negative." Her eyes locked with the engineer's, "Though that's up to the Captain... Is that all?" With a nod, she accepted the dossier on her newly repaired Mech, turned and made her way down the narrow hallway. She paused, taking a deep breath, "And... thank you... for all your hard work." Her voice shook slightly, and she was visibly uncomfortable. She straightened her shirt and resumed her professional posture, before continuing down the corridor to elevator. She poked her nose into the beige folder containing all possible information on her mech. She took a deep breath, the enormity of the information almost daunting, and read a few lines...<br/><br/>She mindlessly wandered into the elevator, continuing to read about the mech her mother designed. She took in every word, focusing on strategy... how would she use these to form a tactical advantage? She ran through maneuvers in her head, posing new challenges and trying to think her way out of them. To her, this was a considerably more constructive use of her time than talking to the numerous people who rode the elevator from floor to floor. Dana donned a thin, wiry headset, and with a gentle tap to the side, a soft chime rang in her ear.<br/><br/>*AI designation: Alice, establishing long range communications with pilot: Dana Surell.* The AI connected to her earpiece.<br/><br/>"Hello, Alice." Dana replied quietly, "I didn't think your long range communications would be functional so soon."<br/><br/>*My radial sensors and communications were upgraded, thus required little delay in activation.*<br/><br/>"I'm glad to hear that, Alice. I'm actually on my way to give your dossier to the personnel officer." Dana glanced up at the flashing red numbers on the elevator floor display. 'Bridge' it finally rang. "Cease communications." Dana murmured, before exiting the elevator, having to push past the few bodies that tried to board the elevator. She made her way onto the bridge, where many of the critical officers were often located. The air on the bridge was a tangibly tense atmosphere. Given the recent battle and hyper-jump, Dana was hardly surprised. She stood in awe for a moment before slowly pushing further into the bustle of the bridge. She stood, an awkward blockade of the ebb and flow of rushing forms, tense, she glanced around the room, her gaze finally falling on the captain. She took a deep breath, and swallowed the knot that developed in her throat.