<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YpQ13LL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia Faber<br/><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>Battlefields, approaching Federation listening post<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>whole team<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Amelia had told herself over and over again that this was going to be just fine, that they wouldn't send her out on a mission that she didn't think she could handle... That her time training and in the simulations had prepared her just FINE for what was about to come. However, in the pit of her stomach, she could feel the anxiety brewing with each passing step. She kept an eye constantly glued on her little radar and mission map, letting her know that her and the other three zakus were getting closer and closer to the operation zone. Her grip on the handles of her suit tightened, and she ended up loosening her normal suit a little bit and shedding her helmet. Why would she need those things if they weren't fighting in space anyway? She continued simply trying to make herself comfortable, ease herself into what was going to be her first ever actual battle...<br/><br/>However, as they entered the 'danger zone' where they were expecting to meet federation resistance... there was silence. Amelia blinked a few times, surprised that there wasn't so much as a border patrol around to fire a few pot shots at them... Along with her unit, she continued to advance, her eyes scanning in front of her carefully as she prepared her weapon. "Huh?" She considered opening up the comms with her team... But she had no doubt that her leaders knew the situation a lot better then she did...<br/><br/>She had faith in them, a lot more then she did herself. All she could do now was advance, and await either her leader's orders or an enemy attack. It made her somewhat sick to her stomach, and her hands a little shaky, but she could do this. They were relying on her! She... she was part of the team now, she NEEDED to pull her weight.