There she floated, the joys and oddities that were zero gravity, made taking a nap certainly not the norm. Then again she could not remember the last time she had been on solid ground. Sure her ship was out fitted like all the others and could generate its own gravity but it was synthetic. Perhaps that was why when she was on her off time she did not even bother to turn it on. Why lie to herself? Why try and trick her body into thinking that it was somewhere solid and real? Instead of the metal and  synthetic floating contraptions they all lived in.<br/><br/>Chest rising and falling beneath the thin material of her tank top, her ID tags floating up and freely so that they occasionally bumped into her nose or cheek. The peace and all encompassing silence that was space, the space that had become her home, her prison and what she expected would eventually become her grave as well. Luck and talent can only take her so far and eventually she was going to run out of one and be out matched by another. On that day....on that day she would join the billions of other tiny atoms and molecules that made up the vastness of space. Becoming a part of everything yet nothing at the same time.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Beep! Beep! Beep!</span></span><br/><br/>The alert from the console below, its flashing red beacon rousing the slumbering female. Slowly her eyes fluttered open to look, what was above to her, at the flashing light. Sucking her teeth she stretched out to her full height of 6'2, the tips of her toes grazing what would be the ceiling of her ship; if she were not floating upside down making it her floor right now. A hand ran through her vibrant burgundy hair, the short punky cut masculine, daring and yet feminine at the same time. Closing one of her almond colored eyes she yawned as she looked at the offending alert that continued to flash and sound. Her hand coming up to rub the closed eye, drawing attention to the small blue paw print that was tattooed under her right eye.<br/><br/>â€œAlright....alright....I hear you....â€ she mumbled her tone deep and rich rolling off her tongue smoothly despite having just woken up. Bending her long toned legs slightly at the knees she pushed off the ceiling lightly causing her to float in the direction toward the main console; and that infernal alert. Once there she floated slightly, holding on to the station with one hand while the other worked the controls in rapid succession until at last she brought up the encrypted transmission on her main viewing screen.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> â€œAttention all pilots! The enemy has been spotted in sector sigma gamma 9. All pilots are to report to their bases ships immediately! Repeat! Attention all pilots! The enemy has been spotted in sector zigma gamma 9. All pilots are to report to their base ships immediately!â€</span><br/><br/>She killed the message before could repeat for a third time, thinking that they were stupid to have such simple message encrypted. But that was her opinion, which she was not paid for. She was paid to pilot her ship and shoot things, so she better get her ass in gear so that she could do that. Pulling herself into herself into the pilots seat she began powering up the engines and various other systems that she had placed into sleep mode while she herself was sleeping. When everything was fully powered up she contacted her base ship.<br/><br/>â€œThis is Lt. Roberts. Reporting in as orderedâ€ she said as she continued prepping her ship for travel.<br/><br/>â€œLt. Roberts this is the Nightingale. We read you loud and clear, our coordinates as transmitted and you are cleared to jumpâ€<br/><br/>â€œRoger. Over and outâ€ she said as she killed the com link. Strapping herself into the chair she grabbed he controls, engaged the jump engines then held on as her ship was catapulted into hyper space.<br/><br/>The jump lasted for the span of 10 minutes, enough time for her to get dressed in her uniform, no sense in showing up to the ship half naked. Well there was a sense to that but checking in with command first is what was important. She was strapped back down in her seat when the computer dropped her out of hyper space, not wasting anytime she powered up the regular engines and raced to the large ship that loomed some feet away. â€œTime to wake up the flight deckâ€ she said with a smirk, as she powered her engines to full and headed toward the hanger.<br/><br/>â€œYou are coming in too hot Roberts....slow down...â€ came someone from the flight deck over her com.<br/><br/>â€œWhat was that? Sorry I could not hear you, please repeatâ€ she teased as she continued on her chosen path.<br/><br/>â€œSlow down! You are coming in too hot!â€ came the response again.<br/><br/>â€œThat's a negative flight deck. I am too close to slow down now! I suggest all hands get on deck and prepare for my arrival!â€ she laughed as she turned off the com and barreled rolled past a ship that was leaving the hanger, dived under another before cutting her engines to glide in unassisted. The look on the personal there as they dove out the way made her day as she dropped her ship in a empty spot. â€œPerfect as alwaysâ€ her cocky tone not hindered in anyway as she got out of the her seat, grabbing up the bag she had packed when she had dressed she headed to the hatch and opened the door.<br/><br/>â€œHello girls! Miss me?!â€ she shouted to the flight deck, making those around her ship smile despite her recklessness.<br/><br/>â€œJo don't you ever quit?â€ one of the crew members said as she began to direct the others on refueling and checking Jo's ship.<br/><br/>â€œYou know that I don't Evelynâ€ she said giving the other woman a wink and a knowing smile, making the other woman blush a bit and look down at her data pad.<br/><br/>It was nice to be back among the living, it could get very lonely in space at times so Jo could not deny that she felt actually happy to be back.