Since the last attack, there had not been any signs of life. Everyone was looking rather bored, but the Commander seemed sure that there was something out here. She wasnâ€™t sure what motivated him but it had to be something â€“why else would he send everyone out here like this all heavily armed and such? Did he have a death wish or something; it was dangerous to have a full fleet ready for action out in the open like this. Someone might think that he was really looking for trouble. Perhaps he was right. The Commander was not usually someone who was that paranoid, and surely he had a good reason for searching around like this. That being said, as quiet as it had been, a small part told Kat that this was not a friendly area. They were far from their old home now so there was no telling what was friendly and what was not. Hell it was tough enough trying to keep a level head and she could tell that some people were beginning to have doubts as well.<br/><br/>The man next to her spoke to her seemingly bored out of his mind. He has been sitting here as long as she has if not longer, so who could blame him. And when the HUD informed of ships approaching, everyone perked up including herself. She was interested to see if they were friendly or not, but unfortunately the man had kicked the machine which caused it to malfunction.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, â€œWhat an idiotâ€¦â€ Kat murmured to herself watching the man get dragged away by the two guards that had been standing nearby. If those ships had not arrived, she herself would begin to wonder if the Commander simply hallucinating or paranoid when he got word there was something out here. The lack of activity has certainly had its own affect on the crew, everyone was on edge, and some others bored out of their minds of course. Kat on the other hand was rather skeptical, just as on edge as the rest of the crew. She signed lightly, trying to block out the blaring message that continued to howl dully around the area. When someone got around to fixing it and it finally stopped, she was relieved, but knew it would be a few minutes or longer before it was fully functional again.<br/><br/>â€œCommander,â€ she heard another crew member speak up, â€œthereâ€™s something coming inâ€¦ I think they have something to say. Requesting permission to open a line of communication, sir.â€<br/><br/>Heaving a sigh, Kat stared intensely at the approaching ships, eyes narrowed, wondering what their reason for wanting to speak with them was. Unfortunately the IFF was still offline thanks to the seemingly impatient buffoon kicking the device that made it work. She has only known him for a few days, but he could at least be professional! Oh wellâ€¦ despite the IFF being offline, however, she was still able to see what kind of â€˜cargoâ€™ they were carrying with the scanners. On the surface they seemed to be civilian ships but there was no way to be certain and she didnâ€™t want to let her guard down. It could be a disguise. If there was one thing she has learned, it was to tread lightly.<br/><br/>She has seen many people get killed, good people. This crew may have been a bit of a motley group but they were her only family now and while she may not be as experienced or as strong as some of these people she would do anything to defend them. She definitely did not like the vibes she was getting from these ships. They could be friendly, but at the same time... â€œI donâ€™t care if they seem harmless I just donâ€™t trust it,â€ she said aloud. It wasnâ€™t often that she had such doubts but after all she has been through it was starting to wear on her. â€œDoesnâ€™t anyone else feel like this has been too quiet? After two ships trying to take us out, successfully destroying two ships in our fleet, and then not seeing anything for a few hours I have my doubts that this ship is friendly.â€