For the most part, Sukaina was caught in a different state, a working state, if you will. Sitting in the armory, one filled with (what else), weapons and armor along shelves, lockers and benches. Sitting at a bench by herself, she was using a small welding tool to fuse a few circuits together on a gun's targeting HUD, wearing her tank top, dog tags, combat boots and military issue fatigue trousers. She was listening to some smooth electronica as she focused and concentrated on welding the two circuits together.

	And then an alarm sounded, snapping her out of her trance. She looked up, watching as the alarms made the lighting in the room fade in and out of red. She looked confused as all hell.

	[color=662d91][b]"You can't be fucking serious!"[/b][/color] She shouted, starting to get angry. [b][color=662d91]"This better be importa-"[/color][/b] She was cut off by an explosion that shook the ship, causing her to nearly lose her balance. [b][color=662d91]"Oh shit!"[/color][/b] She then looked to see what the warning was on her armband computer, now knowing that they were under attack from a hostile alien vessel. [b][color=662d91]"Dammit!"[/color][/b] She shouted as she saw crew members running around in the other rooms, some carrying wounded to the medical bay while others ran into her armory and grabbed some weapons. It seemed obvious that they were preparing to repell boarders. 

	Immediately, Sukaina snapped on a set of her standard issue armor, putting it on as fast as she could, putting on her helmet and pressurizing her suit for space combat. After a few more explosions, she immediately grabbed her assault rifle and handgun, putting them on herself before handing out rifles to some of the crew members who are part of the fireteam onboard the [i]Pathfinder[/i]. Once all the weapons in the locker were handed out, she got her own rifle ready and ran out into the main hall. [b][color=662d91]"Commander! Status report!"[/color][/b] Sukaina called out into the comms.