Things were definitely not looking well as much as she hated to admit it. Just what were the enemyâ€™s ships made of, and just what were those weapons? She was surprised that the Commander had not said anything about using the stronger cannons on board, but she also understood that ammo should not be wasted. Those cannons are expensive especially to maintain, the ammo even more so, she would know since she has worked with such weapons prior to this little space adventure. She really wanted to see them in action, around weapons she was a kid in a candy store. The intensity of this fight was thrilling to her and kept her on edge at the same time. However, knowing better that to allow her excitement to get to her she remained mature. Kat continued to keep her head in the game and do what she was told to; she hadnâ€™t gotten this far by acting like a child.<br/><br/>Her concern continued to grow as the ship was taking more damage. â€œDefenses down fifty percent!â€ She heard the crew member from earlier say, same shaky tone, but the tone of the Commanderâ€™s voice told her he was not intimidated. But there was no way they could keep this upâ€¦ something had to be done.<br/><br/>The fleet was fighting fiercely, as were the people on this ship, but the enemy seemed to be just as clever. Just who the hell were theyâ€¦ Damn if only the IFF was online! She began to fear for the worst but also knew better than to just give up and say â€˜weâ€™re all doomedâ€™. She had to have faith in this crew that was her main problem, trusting them to get the job done. And done right. She may not look like it but she could be a bit of a perfectionist sometimes and it did tend to get in the way at the most inconvenient of times. Now was not one of them thankfully but that could be changed in the blink of an eye, and these people were starting to irritate herâ€¦ if only she had the powers of someone in charge she would set some of these idiots straight--<br/><br/>Her thoughts were cut off, she was broken out of her concentration, by a familiar voice.<br/><br/>â€œPardon?â€ She responded to her partner who was still tinkering with the IFF, â€œI doubt fixing that would help us much now. Itâ€™s obvious theyâ€™re our enemies.â€ If they were allies they would have stated such in some way or another. Because they have attacked them she was certain that they were not allies â€“then again this could be all a miscommunication because of the IFF being offline in the first place. Still even if it was fixed she was not sure how much it would help themâ€¦ There was no telling if they would end the attack or notâ€¦ Damn, all this chaos was making it difficult for her to think; she wasnâ€™t quite use to it. This was a very different atmosphere than the actual battlefield. â€œEither way, tell me what you need so this can get done. I donâ€™t know about you, but Iâ€™m not exactly fond of the idea of being turned into space dust if something isnâ€™t done.â€<br/><br/>Kat was no mechanic but that did nothing to hinder her loyalty towards her fellow crewmates or her partner. It was better to work together than argue anyway, and though she knew she couldnâ€™t do much she didnâ€™t mind lending a hand. It was better than panicking like some of the other people were doing. Idiots. Amateurs. They irritated her to no end. Growing up she learned a lot through teamwork, sheâ€™d hate to see that get thrown out. It may not be her responsibility to ensure this crew works as a team but a small gesture like this could possibly go far in the end.