Vetea perked her ear to the side as the captains voice emanated over the speaker... she silently stood... tugging and taking a bit of the girls hair with her as she walks from the dungeon and towards the bridge... twirling the long tangled locks between her fingers... she smiled to her self at the prospects of something grand and decided to stop in her room for something to have at hand... she grabbed her long sword and tied it in it's sheath around her waist...<br/><br/>Entering the bridge she took her spot at the helm and quickly pressed the button that turned off the autopilot... the handles shifted in her grip... the feeling of the ships weight pulling at her hands... her lean, tailored muscles tensing at the ships tugs and pulls... she checks the coordinates and leans herself with the ship... veering it in the right direction... anticipation growing in her belly...