Drill after drill, and nothing more. Drills weren't anything new to Rikke, but the lack of action was something new. She was used to a higher frequency of combat, but it seemed like times change, and had to go with the flow. Admittedly, she was disgusted by the Vasari and leery of the Advent, so joining the so called 'Rebels' was a better option. Rikke only wished she had been put into a unit that saw a decent amount of action.

Aside from the obvious desire to fight, she also had a desire to make sure her craft didn't cease functionality while in flight. And thus, would talk with mechanics and technicians to make sure everything functioned. Most had grown used to it, while a few remained annoyed.

It took a few minutes, but once she was satisfied with everything she had heard, she walked to one of the observation rooms to finally relax with what little time they probably had till next drill. Though Rikke was surprised to see another person in the room, and she wasn't one to shy away from socializing. She soon took a seat, and kicked her legs up onto another chair. "[b]Staring at stars? Or admiring the tiny task force that we are apart of?[/b]"