Flying always made her antsy, the idea of placing your life in the hands of someone else unsettled her. Being on a massive space carrier was no different, to her it was just an overgrown plane. Now, you could say that being on the ground was no different, right? You placed your life in the hands of your fellow soldiers. Divided we fall, together we stand and all that. But at least on the ground she could still mess with the cogs of fate herself, either by running or shooting. There was nowhere to run in space, nor could she exactly hang out of a airlock to fire at the enemy. It had caused some restless nights, reducing her time spent sleeping to the bare minimum. Not that it didn't come with some advantages, like already being awake at 4am and catching a shower and breakfast before everyone else! That counts as an advantage, right? She hadn't met a single soul yet and was kind of anxious to see her new teammates.<br/><br/>Because she had been added to the roster at the last moment, she hadn't been officially added to the call list, which meant the message for the briefing never reached her. Not that she needed it, she knew where they were headed and why they were stopping here. The fact that there were four gas giants in the system only fueling her already restless state. So she did the one thing she always did when stressed out like this, give her weapon a good cleaning. If anybody were to enter her room right now, they'd find her stripped down to her undies, her shirt stained with several small grease stains, and a well organized disassembled rifle on the table in front of her. She made it a hobby, trying to clean the many small, intricate parts as best as possible. Some might say she took better care of the rifle than herself.<br/><br/>By around 08:00 she had already disassembled and reassembled her rifle twice, cleaning it so well that it wouldn't surprise her if the shells came out squeaking. But she still felt restless, the idea of the four gas giants and what could be lurking within not being a pleasant thought. Letting out a sigh, she started packing up her cleaning gear. Perhaps it was a good idea to seek out the CO? It wouldn't be the first time the brass had forgotten to inform them. Plus, it would give her a chance to meet her new teammates. Surely that would get her mind off of the thoughts of creeping death?<br/><br/>Feeling invigorated, she got dressed, fashioning the standard soldier tunic, before heading out into the hall. Only then did it strike her that her plan had one little kink in the cable, she knew who she was looking for but where could she find him? She wandered the corridors a bit, slowly but surely getting lost in the belly of this mechanical beast, with still no sign of any kind of person with authority in sight. But lady Luck was kind of her today, as she stumbled upon the briefing room by sheer accident. There were a few people inside, but she couldn't tell if this was her assigned squad or not.<br/><br/>She noticed that the man in charge, a rather fearsome look guy who looked like he had seen more combat than any man could possibly take, already in a conversation with someone else. A rather exotic looking woman.<br/><br/>"Euhm, excuse me, just a really quick question." She asked in an apologetic manner, not liking the idea of interrupting their talk. "I'm looking for a certain Edmund Eckhard?" She felt a small blush come up, feeling rather stupid for not even knowing who she was supposed to report to.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>