The sky never looked so big as Sukara's ship, nothing more than a military passenger shuttle, transported her and others she trained with to the Truman station. Previously the alien girl had been living on a military base in New Titan and now she was going to be transferred to her new job aboard the S.S. Durendal. From the outside, Truman was absolutely massive and when her ship landed, it was even bigger. The transport ship landed on Truman and after passing through the airlock she walked into the main station. Sukara looked around and up, slack jawed, until a stern, petite woman with a viciously taunt bun made a strange noise with her throat to get her attention.

"Miss Jiro-Vriskarin?" The small woman asked.

"Yes." Sukara said hesitantly, looking down at the woman.

"I am Caroline Tate and I will be your escort to the S.S. Durendal." Caroline gave Sukara a once over, taking in her baggy and colorfully patterned pants and worn cotton blouse that showed and extensive amount of mid-drift. 

As if sensing what the short woman was about to say Sukara cut her off, holding up a suit bag. "I was going to change." She said quickly. "I have time, don't I?" 

Caroline seemed to suppress a sigh and pointed a manicured nail to a bathroom. Sukara ran in and changed into her starched pantsuit and heels. Apparently this was only worn for important situations and what was more important than meeting your team for the first time?When Sukara returned Caroline Tate seemed even tighter than usual and without a word, lead Sukara through the Truman base. The further they went the bigger the base seemed to get. There were all sorts of people and all sorts of aliens, all bustling from one place to another. A suited man came and retrieved Sukara's luggage, promising it would be aboard the Durendal another suited woman asked to check her identification. After passing through many checkpoints and passing many starch clean, hallways they reached the docks. Before letting Sukara go into the Durendal airlocks, Caroline took it upon herself to nit-pick Sukara's uniform. Plucking lint here and pulling wrinkles there before she finally stepped back, looking somewhat satisfied before her eyes reached Sukara's hair.

"Don't you have anything for your hair?" Caroline asked, incredulous.

"What's wrong with my hair?" Sukara obviously didn't see a think wrong with her flaming red hair's fly away bit and random braids and dreads and beads.

Caroline groaned again but then pulled a hair band from her pocket and, rather roughly, put Sukara's hair into a pony tail. After she had finished, Caroline pressed a button and opened the door to the Durendal. With a deep breath, Sukara stepped inside.

That had been her day just thirty minutes ago, now she sat with the rest of her future crew and when her captain walked in, looking exactly as one would imagine a captain would, her heart raced with excitement. This was real. Completely real. Too real. This was the rest of her life coming into play after years of training. 

As the captain, Jon, began the first mission objectives, she listened intently. They were going into the neutral territories but her people called it the badlands. The Strag, being known to travel is small groups were often targets for slave traders. It also wasn't a secret that some Strag were running most of the trading rings. However, their mission didn't involve a slave of any sort, it involved a machine, which was perfectly fine with Sukara. She understood the mission perfectly and had no questions.

"No sir."