Traveling through space was a certain exercise in mental fortitude, for the amenities were few and far between, especially on a vessel made for transporting fighters originally. Still, for someone born and raised on a closed colony and accustomed to the even less welcoming conditions typical of Zeon ships of the One Year War, this vessel had by comparison grown on her. The hangar was far more spacious then a Zanzibar's cramped hangar, although that was likely partly due to the lack of a full complement of mobile suits among the unit. Still, they were blessed with an abundance of surprisingly modern suits, and even those that lagged behind had skilled pilots, more or less...

[i]"Ensign Tanzi, I need you to scramble your squadron on a defensive sortie; we have 12 Titan mobile suits inbound to the ship in attack formation. Can you make it happen?"[/i]

The voice over the in-ship radio perks the raven-haired girl from her rest however, peeling up out of her recliner in the clean room she called her quarters. Perks of being crew aboard a woefully undermanned vessel, she guessed. Already in her normal suit, Tomimi could cut her time to prepare down to moments, at that. "Affirmative Captain, Zeon's pilots are some of the fastest to battle, you know." She knew the crew here didn't like her original loyalties, and she enjoyed prodding them on it whenever she could, especially because she was the best they had for squadron command as it were. Out her door, she grips a motorized handle, letting it pull her down the hallway and to the hangar, keying onto her comms as she goes.

"Quintzem Squadron, please make haste to your suits, don normal suits and prepare for rapid launch. The memory of Zeon demands it." With a click, her comms cut and she makes to glide through the zero G into the massive hangar. Suits line the walls, varieties of them too. Kampfer, Hizack, Jims... And her own suit, the reliable Rick Dom II. The old girl gave her some level of comfort, just seeing it, the scrapes and burns that dotted the worn paint were her reminders of the time she spent with her comrades, and a good show to enemies that she wasn't some newbie. Catching on the front plate, she flips the chest open, exposing the cockpit to her. In she goes, maneuvering herself around and falling into her seat. Comms come up again.

"Double time, you worthless spoiled children of Earth, we've got Titans to deal with!"