Melina strode on to the flight deck, pilot's suit on, her usual skin-tight outfit stowed away for now. She stopped and swept her gaze around the deck. Everyone seemed to be either getting pulled in to a launch tube or getting ready to be pulled in to a launch tube.<br/><br/>The young woman made her way quickly over to her Raptor. After a quick once-over of the outside, she deduced that all the other pilots had been too busy to inspect her ship, which she was thankful for. She still didn't trust any of these Alliance or Imperial pilots.<br/><br/>Melina jumped swiftly in to the cockpit of her Raptor, and after another quick once-over just to make sure, performed a systems check. Everything was in order, and so the young mercenary closed the cockpit hatch. It had already been connected to the tug, and so when she signaled her craft was pulled swiftly in to the launch tube.<br/><br/>As the woman gazed around, her eyes caught sight of the Imperial whom had been molesting her ship the night before. He had a stunned and surprised look on his face that, oddly enough, reminded Melina of one of those ancient sex dolls she'd once seen on Venus. A small, musical laugh left the woman's lips as her Raptor disappeared in to the launch tube.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>