(http://uponamidnightdreary.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/il_570xN.198641974.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Athena Barberis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge, going to briefing room<br/><strong>Addressing:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Her metal fingers drummed on the console in front of her.<br/><br/>She heard the squawking over the wireless as the Red Eagle decided to push on to land. The Grecian brunette shook her head. She would deal with it later. She called back the profiles to mind. The hodgepodge of careers and profiles that culminated into such a strange group of people. They were supposed the be the Allied Powers' newest initiative to break the stalemate that had persisted for almost a century. Athena didn't know if she believed in this latest gambit. The Pluto Disaster last year seemed to say otherwise. Two whole armies and navies gone. All of the exploratory teams came back with nothing, not corpses, not wreckage, just nothing.<br/><br/>She held her arms behind her back. She was a coldly attractive woman Her uniform hugged her amazonian figure around all the right curves, but she was easily the oldest person on this ship, besides the relic of course. Perhaps she should pay him a visit, It's not every day you get to see a living legend after all.<br/><br/>"Get the hotshot's plane stowed and button the<em>Georgetown</em>, we're going vacuum-side." she ordered turning her back on the bridge. Shutters began lowering over all the glass (even the little portholes on the cabins). The aether engine began to warm up and the carrier began its upward descent for past the Earth's atmosphere.<br/><br/>"Aye-aye, captain." a sailor responded.<br/><br/>She went to an intercom and pressed a button, "Yamahiro, sound the general quarters, we're headed to Luna. Get the commandos into the briefing room, please."<br/><br/>A french-accented voice came back brightly, "Aye-aye, ma'am."<br/><br/>With the carrier en route to Luna, "XO is in command." she said before leaving, and there was a collective aye-aye. Walking with her head held high she almost strutted to the briefing room. She stood behind the podium and waited for the commandos to show up. She had films and slides to load into the projector. She didn't trust anyone else on the ship with such sensitive data.<br/><br/>When that was all done she stood like a statue from her birth nations antiquity, arms folded behind her back.