<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In her room drinking with Admiral Kol</strong></div><br/>She listened to him speak about her brother, memories of growing up with the already grown up man.  He had been her favorite, always willing to listen, always laughing and picking her up.  She had taken his death the worst, locking herself in his room that hadn't changed since the last time he had been to visit.  She remembered staying in there for days, crying, and than suddenly the sudden determination to join the Navy had overtaken her.  She had trained every day after that, working to be the best she could be.<br/><br/>"My brother would have been ashamed of me.  He used to call me the most level headed of the bunch, still am if you can believe it.  But ever since his death...This determination to always work, to always be the best.  He couldn't keep moving up so I would for him..."  She laid her head down on the table.<br/><br/>"I want to be the best...but I don't know if I can..."