Jen sighed a little as she was led out of the small cell. Her hands were cuffed behind her as one of the guards dragged her by the arm.
"Watch it buddy, I'm coming peacefully," she said calmly, "I did choose this instead of death after all. It would be pretty dumb of me to back out now."
The guard ignored her, continuing to walk her out of the temporary prison in the security building. Jen had only been there for the past two days luckily, managing to get her legal affairs sorted out rather quickly. Apparently, volunteering for what most considered a suicide mission means you get a fast track through all of the bureaucratic bullshit that is the justice system. The fact that the ship she was to be piloting was on the Spire at the time helped as well.

Jen let out a low whistle as she saw the Monroe up ahead, stunned a little by the look of it. To the average person, it would seem like a piece of junk, something from twenty years ago. But this ship was an absolute beast. Two massive engines, one on each side. Large stabilisers on each side. It was beautiful.
"Did Christmas come early?" She remarked to herself, the guard remaining silent as always as they headed up the ramp, "I thought this was supposed to be a punishment? I'm going to have fun playing around with this baby."
The guard pointed at the handsome man as he undid her hand cuffs, Jen shaking her hands to get the circulation flowing again.
"That's the captain," He said, before turning and walking away.
Once the guard had left, Jen walked over to the captain and put her hand out.
"Jennifer Winters. But you can call me Jen," She said politely, "I'm your new pilot."