The young legionary had the last six days aboard ship in her full combat hard shell when not asleep, katana ready at her belt.  If assault rifles didn't risk hull breaches, she probably would have been packing that piece as well.<br/><br/>She was dealing with the tragedies on earth remarkably well--one might expect her to be loosing sleep and constantly pacing patrols, so spoiling for a vengeful battle that she shot some inocent who startled her.<br/><br/>She did no such thing, but spent her time productively, familiarizing herself with ships procedures and the star fighter she was to pilot.<br/><br/>(http://ertertwet435f445.wallpapers6.com/Models%20Wallpapers/2108_1280x800.jpg)<br/><br/>The day of the launch, she traded her combat hardshell for white battle dress uniform nicely tailored to her form and a fitted combat vest.<br/><br/>The girl was quite pleasing too the eye despite her nose in the air.  Her hair was chocolate brown streaked with honey, the white cap and bobby pins a temptation to men and women alike to pull it free of the bun and run their hands through it.  Tall and fit, she had a trim waist and bosom that her tactical vest only served to accentuate.