Amelia "Amy" Smith-Reynolds tried to settle back into the bare seat of the transport a little more comfortably. Military transports certainly lacked anything in real comfort, but she supposed that was the military way. She wasn't sure why, exactly, she had chose to join the fight; perhaps it was just the rousing recruitment ads after the horrible  news about the colony world that had done it... whatever the reason, it had cut the 17 year old's goal of metaling in the Olympics short and pushed her into something that would make her chosen sport more than a sport... killing... people? things? Did anyone really know?<br/><br/>She had just finished her compitition round at the field used for long range shooting... a round that she had gotten a bronze for... when she had just... left and signed up. She had been assured that the metal would besent to her, or her family if she chose. She hadn't decided on that, but she thought that having it with her wouldn't cause any problems for the personal effects, would it? Being 3rd best in the world should get you something afterall, right?<br/><br/>Amy glanced about the cabin and hoped with more than a little concern that this was just one small transport and that the fate of the whole United Nations didn't depend on 8 people. She turned to the person next to her, "Be a good chap and wake me up when we land? Thanks awefully." Within a couple of seconds, she was sleeping and not even the worst terblance would bother her. It was a trick that she had picked up over the dozens of flights to America, or Japan, or Austrilia when her parents had dragged her off to some meeting or shopping trip or just about anywhere. She had learned the trick of sleeping anywhere and anytime simply because it made time pass faster... and no one bothered you with 'One lump or two in your tea Love?" Her Da would say that she would sleep right through the crash if no one bothered to wake her up.