Cecelia looked the ship over. It was very nice, especially a custom job for this one specific mission. The one thing that bothered Cecelia was [i]why can't they take their own jumpships?[/i] It makes sense that someone would need to carry it, but someone could put it in their ship. Not Cecelia's though. Hers was far too small. She's modified it to be as fast, light and stable as possible. In that order. It wouldn't take much to bring it down, but it'd have to hit the ship first. 
	Cecelia giggled at the overly-enthused ghost wanting to go in first, and went inside to look. It was cozy, though still too clunky for her taste. Sitting down in a chair, she responds to her fellow Guardian who spoke of their departure. [color=ffff66]"I got all I need, so I'll just stay here. Got my weapons, armor, and a seat. Ready to kick butt at a moment's notice."[/color] After Cecelia got adjusted, Einstein zips out of nowhere, like ghosts normally do. [color=99ff99]"Hey, any idea why we all need to cram into one jumper? I figured it may have been to hold the weapon, but one person could do that. It doesn't add up."[/color] [color=ffff66]"Dunno. It's pretty comfy in here, though. Worth they lack of subtlety and speed."[/color] Ignoring the blatant fact that if this went down, that the six Guardians would be S.O.L., Cecelia leans back in the chair and awaits her teammates.