During the six monthes after leaving New Rome, Emma found herself spending more time with the books she's brought than with the other gives members of the crew.  She'd found that she felt kindship with Steven, or 'Radar.' It was probably the computer knowledge that he had that put her at ease.  Her own baby, one of the newer models of lap tops, was what gave her something to break the ice with Radar.<br/><br/>The other four were very unusual and sent her scrambling for cover whenever they got particularly rowdy.  Emma smiled over the texts she'd brought with her to keep her busy while everyone slept.  Space gave her a feeling that she was lost and off balance. She'd only agreed to go on this crazy expedition because she would get to explore the first home of the human race.<br/><br/>Emma Hartwell may not be into things like the others- but she did know old things.  Her mother and father had laughed a bit when she said she wanted to be a archeologist.  I mean really- what kind of old things would you really find on a Space Station.  The expedition had set her father into fits- 'What would your mother say?!'<br/><br/>Emma sighed, looking up from the notes, her eyes drifting over Radar's game.  The game didn't really bother her that much- but the ruthless efficency that Radar used to wipe out his enemies did.  Turning back to her notes- she was pouring over them when a loud static echoed over the loud speakers.  She heard Ruth yell and got up.<br/><br/>"What's wrong, Ruth? Did we hit a stray asteroid field?"  Emma asked as she reached the woman's chair, and gripped her fingers tightly into fists.