The ship rose with creaks and groans not unexpected of a huge ton of metal about to escape into the great blackness of the universe, an unsettling shaking occuring in the lower levels of the ships were the dormitories were – prompting the pilot's voice to chime, "Sorry about the discomfort!" through the intercom even if there wasn't anything she could do about it.

As if there were ever any doubt, The Medusa made it. It ripped up through the air, past the various levels of atmosphere that Caelum ought to know the name of but didn't, and everything settled down in a flash once she was safely powering through the void.

Well, 'powering through' was subjective – they were cruising, a leisurely lap around Sycamore's designated safe zone before the pilot would read them the mission statement. She wasn't at all surprised at the Defective Alliance holding it off for her to do it, not now after she'd skimmed it. Nobody would join otherwise. Even so, she'd wait for an hour or so for everyone to settle in before calling them all together. Bad news tended to be somewhat disorienting, she knew.