Alina steered the Black Comet towards the flashes of lights. She had been told which galaxy the Raptor Squad when she signed up in Quido. Unfortunately her ship didn't have FTL capabilities so it required a larger ship to transport over large distances, so she had boarded a ferry to transfer her and her ship to the Xenovia galaxy. Once reaching the outer fringes of the galaxy she had gotten a data file sending locations of the Raptor Squad’s base, The Alamo. Following it the directions given by her on board computer she was set to intercept them in a less than 24 hours when their coordinates started changing, showing their course entering the atmosphere of a planet. Unsure what to do Alina had a quick discussion with herself.  “If I go to the planet i might just become a hindrance, but if I carry on to the rendezvous point they might not make it in time. You know what, i’ll stay here and see what they do. Yeah thats a good plan.” 

Powering down the thrusters she stopped and waited. getting up she went to her new favourite room in the ship. The armoury. Going over her equipment she made sure everything was loaded and clean. Bored she headed back to the control room, grabbing a MRE from the trunk of food in the main room. Sitting in the cockpit she started eating, grimacing at the taste of the food. “Since the dawn of time people have been eating MRE and they still taste rubbish. Why?” A beeping sound would alert her that the coordinates of the Alamo was moving again. Following the dot on the screen she saw that they were heading away slowly, much slower than when the approached the planet. Unsure whether to wait some more she looked at the spoon in her hand. Finishing off her MRE she wiped the plastic spoon clean before getting up and floating at the entrance of the cockpit. spinning the spoon forward Alina watched to see the handle hit against the glass. “Looks like i’m going to follow it then. Yay for me.” grabbing the spoon she moved to the trash compactor and put the spoon and the MRE packet inside the chute before returning to the cockpit. Once inside she fired up the engines and began to steer the ship to face the direction of the Alamo. Moving forward Alina watched for any signs of the Alamo.

The large ship slowly appeared, both on her screen and insight at similar times. Unsure whether friendly r foe she turned on the ship's cloaking function and slowed down. The readout said that the alamo was ahead but the large cruiser couldn't be the Alamo. It didn't fit the description she saw in the data file. Watching the large ship move around the asteroid she manouvered her ship so she could get around the top of the large ship without being noticed. It was only now did she notice the large transport vessel and the smaller, but still larger than her ship, Alamo beside it. Watching as the large cruiser, which she now realised was unregistered meaning it was either a pirate or a mercenary ship, sent anchors out towards the two other ship she chose the former of the two options. Unsure whether she should join in the fight she waited, watching as the pirate ships were destroyed. Seeing one ship being hounded by a pirate she spoke quietly to herself, “you know what, i think i might help.”

Setting off she activated the crafts battle mode. The armaments outside twitched from side to side making sure there were no failures. All systems clear she moved to into the fray taking out a pirate cruiser before turning off the cloaking on her ship. Worried that she might be attacked by the Alamo she consulted the data package to find out its frequency. “Erm hello, my name is Cosmos aboard the Black Comet. I am on your side and am a friendly. Please do not attack. I repeat, I am a friendly, do not attack. Thank you. Out.” Moving into the fray now she chased a pirate fighter before blasting the back of it with a plasma blast. Watching as debris floated into space Alina stopped, and reversed the thrusters of her ship and backed towards the transporter. Hovering over it like a dragonfly, she took control of all weaponry and sent rounds into the airlocks of the anchors. Plasma bolts were shot towards any fighters that came near her, even a missile toward a rather nasty Volgron fighter coming towards her.