Christine felt the Victory Class Star destroyer drop out of hyperspace as she climbed into her TIE Fighter and prepared for transport down to the surface.  She was being transported along with a shipment of supplies to Zeta Squadron on the surface of Cerellia.  She was far from certain of what was going on but once in the cockpit she felt at ease.  Among the controls of the simple starfighter she could put everything out of her mind, the deceptive government they called the empire, the enslavement of sentient beings.  She knew that her personel effects were being transported with the Delta class Imperial shuttle she was to escort.  Once on the planet she would be officially entering the Imperial Navy, no longer a recruit but a full fledged Ensign not that she expected to be promoted anytime soon what with the sexist nature of the empire and all.<br/>She felt the roar of the engines as they powered up, her eyes going over the preflight check list.  Everything checked out fine and she launched herself into space powering down the engines to 33% so that she wouldn't outrun the shuttle she began to adjust for a entry vector.  She adjusted her rutters and began to slowly descend into the atmosphere.  Hailing flight control and sending her authorization codes to land at the Imperial Naval Base on the sruface.<br/>The landing was simple enough and as she powered down she watched the shuttle unload some of her equiptment along with other imperial supplies and watched as droids took them to her quarters.  She hoped she had the room either to herself or atleast a sympathizer roommate, she'd hate having to explain why she had so many files on her datapad that were anti-imperial.