Melina shook herself after a long while and swung her gaze around the bridge. By now, most people had filed or were in the process of filing out the room. She stood there a moment longer, trying to think of what she could possibly do to occupy herself untl such time as the banquet began.<i>I can go back up to my room, I suppose</i>, she mused to herself.<i>Or I could wander the ship; explore every crack and crevice until I know it inside ou-</i>her thoughts ceased suddnely in her head, mid sentence and only two words were able to penetrate when a sudden fear enveloped her.<i>My ships!</i><br/><br/>She young mercenary sprang to life, body darting towards the door as she broke in to a ran. When the ship was shaking and trembling, who knew what may have happened to them. She pushed the door of the Bridge out of her way, barely noticing in her haste as she sprinted down the corridors, quick as a gazelle being chased by a lion, darting down halls with an ease and graceful speed that would seem astounding to almost anyone.<br/><br/>Nothing in her head at the moment featured as prominently as her two ships; her Scout and her Superiority fighter. Her two beautiful,<i>expensive</i>ships. The cloaking technology on her Scout had cost her so much she'd had to take a job protecting a merchant from pirates and other 'unsavory' types in order to pay off the money she owed on her side arm. The good thing had been that she'd managed to get more money out of the merchant under the pretect of 'danger' pay, following almost having her head removed by a rather powerful rifle. A small, barely noticeable smile came to Melina's face at the thought.<br/><br/>In her haste to get to get to her ships, Melina had gone to the Hangar Deck instead of the main Hangar where all the ships were held, so when she arrived at the railing overlooking the Hangar bay that held her two ships, a loud curse could be heard even at the bridge as she swore. Then her gaze caught sight of something not far below the railing and an idea formed in her mind.<br/><br/>Without a second thought, Melina vaulted over the railing, turning as she passed over and swinging down, grabbing on to what appeared to be some kind of camera protruding from the wall. She hung from it, staring the lens in the face for a few seconds, before glancing down with at the floor of the Hangar below her. She'd live. Melina's hands released the grip they had on the camera, which was beginning to bend at an alarming angle under her slight weight.<br/><br/>When she felt her feet connect with the ground, Melina let her knees buckle, rolling forward just as her knees threatened to slam in to the floor. She came up on her feet, unharmed, and looked around before making her way over to where she remembered her ships being, a smile on her face at the sight of them undamaged - at least from a distance. Then something caught her eye. Two men, both rather large, standing and gazing at her new,<i>very</i>expensive Mark V Superiority fighter. A suspicious look crossed her face momentarily before she walked forward, quickly approaching.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>