Elisa was up and ready to go, experience having long ago taught her to not dawdle and be out of bed as fast as possible. Hateable Coffee down the hatch (Something she was also regrettably used to) and a quick protein bar breakfast her as physically prepped as the situation would allow, something that she could gladly live with.<br/><br/>She gave her<em>Black Knight</em>one last look-over before boarding it, something she always did when she had the chance. The battered machine showed its age, its hull scarred and lined form innumerable battles across the centuries, being shot apart, repaired and rebuilt many times over the course of its life. The machine still wore the Cavaliers’ colours, a mixture of dull grayish-brown and flat red, shabby and mismatched like everything else.<br/><br/>Clambering into the massive machine and taking up her place in the cockpit, Eliza sealed the hatch and, with practiced ease, stripped off her fatuiges and donned her cooling vest, hooking up all the medical and diagnostic feeds to the cockpit systems. The initial startup systems came on, lights and displays coming to life within the cockpit. Eliza donned her Neurohelmet, settling it into place on her shoulders.<br/><br/>And then a vaguely feminine, clearly artificial, voice spoke. “How was your trip to Tangerz?”<br/><br/>Eliza replied, her voice clear and concise. “The place was pretty dead. Got a nice cat though”<br/><br/>“Autorisation code accepted.” The Computer spoke again, the rumble of the fusion engine powering up audible even over the rest of the systems. “Reactor online. Sensors online. Weapons online. All systems nominal.”<br/>