Normally, Kat was someone who, when she had a feeling about something, was usually right about tough situations despite her tendency to overreact somewhat. Her grandfather had taught her a lot of things before he passed away and to this day she follows most of his guidelines. There was definitely something off about that ship, she knew, and when the Commander ordered battle stations she swallowed hard and did what she was told. â€œHell, so much for our peaceful adventure.â€ She then turned to the man next to her, â€œWe could have avoided contact with this unknown fleet if you hadnâ€™t screwed up the IFF!â€  Though she sounded livid she was only speaking what was on her mind; she never held anything back when talking to someone it didnâ€™t matter who. Then again who could blame her if she was livid, but even then she had not meant to make it seem like it was the manâ€™s fault.<br/><br/>Nobody could have suspected this, not even her. This had taken everyone by surprise, these mysterious ships. It was just another reminder that they were not alone out here.<br/><br/>The enemy fleet suddenly changed formation, and there was a voice that said â€˜Humans of Earth, this is your last chance to turn around and surrenderâ€™. Well there was no way in hell Kat was going to surrender! Not after all thatâ€™s happened. The way the crew was working she doubted they were going to surrender either. People moved around in a structured manner though somewhat frantic, swift, she wanted to go grab her weapons as well but was told to stay put and work with the man. She gave a defiant look at first, but then nodded in understanding. She was certainly not thrilled but she would show no complaintâ€¦ even if she did have to work with this man some more. Not that that was entirely a bad thing, she supposed; he has proved himself useful.<br/><br/>This man who was her current partner surely had a name, but she didnâ€™t care enough now to ask it even if she did feel she should know it since they have been working with each other all week. There were more important issues to attend to now. â€œDamnâ€¦ there are still no accurate readings on these ships. It also appears they have some kind of jamming device on board somewhere amongst their fleet.â€ She said. She was inexperienced when it came to stuff like this; she was use to being on the front lines of combat handling weapons and such. Navigation, support, and other similar jobs in the bridge were not really her area of expertise so to speak at all. Unfortunately they were short handed at the moment, it seems. â€œNo signs of anything else on the radar; it appears we are the only ones out here at the moment.â€<br/><br/>Movement in the enemy fleet was minimal, subtle, but they seemed to be a clever lot. Damn she really wished she was on deck with her weapons. It was written all over her face that she wanted to be in the fight. Why the hell was she so badly needed here? Despite her discontent she decided not to question the Commanderâ€™s motives. The look on his face was so calm, but he appeared to be thinking this situation over carefully like a true Commander. Kat respected him in that sense.<br/><br/>â€œThe enemy has taken hostile actions against us!â€ One crew member, still fairly new around here having been transferred just last week, stated the obvious after the ship rocked from a laser impact. â€œThe attack has diminished our defenses by five point three seven percent. We outnumber them but they appear to be well equipped. Iâ€™ve never seen weapons like that.â€<br/><br/>â€œDonâ€™t worry about the shipâ€™s defenses, just focus on supporting the men and women behind the weapons. If you canâ€™t handle the battlefield then remind us to dump you off somewhere so you can go home.â€ Kat spoke up again. She truly was a strong woman â€“her grandfather certainly taught her well indeed.