Ralen quickly made her way back to her quarters and gathered her things. Her laser pistol fitted snugly into a holster strapped to her thigh, several small throwing knives disappeared into creases and folds of her clothing, then a belt snapped around her waist carrying ammo and her own combat knife. Next she checked her sword making sure the three small capsules of blue liquid were full and ready for use. Even if they weren't this was a fairly easy sounding mission and she doubted she would even use them. Last but most defiantly not least she swung her cloak over her shoulders letting the weight of it settle.

She turned on her heel and walked towards the door, glancing around for a double check before making her way down to the bay. She arrived just in time to hear the question of Sven's and Jordan's rivalry. "Well," she said, rounding the corner, "If you ask everyone else they believe it's an all out war. We still aren't sure why one or the other of them aren't dead yet." She gave Sven a disapproving look as the smell of the cigarette, "Though one of them might succeed in killing himself before anyone has a chance to."