[b]Caelum C. Jameson[/b]

Gnawing on her lower lip as the absurd girl who would be the First Officer – or an absolute trainwreck – Caelum did a quick headcount and sighed dramatically at the result. If the remaining crew members for whom she only had a communicator number, not even a name, couldn't even be on time for the most important mission of their lives...

One Psyche out of three – only the rude doctor who tore up the paper in front of her and rearranged all the seats in a giant psychic schlong-waving competition. (She conveniently erased the memory of them sliding back into position afterwards.) She should count her blessings.

She was going to leave it another hour, wait through a whole [i]sixty minutes[/i] of awkward small talk and tattoo fetishes. Sure, she could follow Tide's lead and grab some grub while she waited but... they didn't have the lovely chocolate-flavoured ration bars she hoarded so viciously – only 'real' food. Her foot tapped one too many times against the linoleum floor and eventually Caelum could take no more. “That's it! Good enough! Come out to the back of the base when you're ready!”

The pilot climbed over the back of her red plastic seat childishly, weaving her way around the tables and chairs and casting a worried glance at the one she assumed was Pascal Souchon on her way to the exit. His was one of the files that contained both a name and a picture, even if all the details were blacked out. As a result, it didn't mention that he was far too silent for his own good. Shaking her head, she waved at the neurotic receptionist at the door with a, “Hi, Nancy!” and whizzed her way out on a cloud of excitement.

“My name's not Nancy...” she heard the receptionist mutter just as the door slid shut.

As her boots sank into the filthy grip of the mud, untied laces leaving dark streaks of the stuff over the leg of her jumpsuit, she grinned at The Medusa's looming figure – all shiny black and grey metal. She didn't want to know nor care if the others were following her or not. She'd fly the damn ship herself if she had to. It was the captain's job to make them all follow. Probably.