Saying that Sandra was glad that they were finally leaving would be an understatement. Though she felt an immense amount of sadness at the same time. Was this it? Where they the only ones who got here in time? Or were there others who had already escaped? She knew the attack had been swift and, as much as she hated it, efficient. It was sheer luck that they hadn't faced the brunt of the attack.<br/><br/>Sandra quickly got into the transport, sitting all the way in the back, and quickly strapped herself in. She hugged her rifle tightly, saying a few silent prayers to whatever deity was out there. She wasn't the religious type, preferring to believe in her own skills than some unseen force looking down at them. Religion was rather difficult to grasp once you've seen outer space and all, she sometimes wondered how it must've been all those years ago, before they were exiled from earth.<br/><br/>Her heart was pounding in her chest, this was all too much. The attack, the breach, all that death, a reactor breach and now an escape pod? She had only ever done the simulators, never the real thing. And those simulators were horrible enough. And what was waiting for them once they got out? The rest of the fleet dead? Gone? More Grey?<b>"Oh god, just shoot me now."</b>She mumbled with her eyes shut tight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>