Sara was in the hanger, drinking some water she'd snatched from an esky and trying to pretend it was actually beer. Alcohol had helped her forget back in the day, but with the need for combat readiness at all times she couldn't rely on it anymore. She spent most of her time hear, in the hanger, trying to avoid conversation with the rest of the crew and hoping she'd get a chance to sortie out and ironically actually relax a bit for a change rather than mull over her own past and future. She didn't really want to converse with the other crew members, even if she did form friendships despite being an ex TITAN, the mish mashed nature of the crew and there beliefs meant if we somehow did win this they'd probably be shooting at each other before too long, so what was the point. So she stood hear, watching the maintenance of the mobile suits and remembering the people she'd killed.

"All hands, all hands: report to your battle stations immediately, report to your battle stations immediately." Finally, what she was waiting for. She headed for her mobile suit, a GM Sniper II, old and worn with age, but still as reliable as the first day she piloted it. Considered a master piece of design, several pilots still considered it to be the best mass produced mobile suit available when she left the TITANS. These days she would probably have been switched to the Nemo that was based on its design, if this outfit wasn't so strapped for mobile suits. Still it could hold its own, even against more modern designs. "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?" And there was the confirmation she'd be going out today. She was soon in the cockpit and checking her systems.

"Quintzem Squadron, please make haste to your suits, don normal suits and prepare for rapid launch. The memory of Zeon demands it." And there it was, the constant reminder of just how close they were to being at each others throats. She shuddered a bit, it wasn't the rhetoric that got to her, that kind of thing had been in every side she'd fought on. No, it was the memory of the last time she'd had an Ensign praise Zeon. The last time she'd herd them say it she was getting ready to defect and begin killing the same people she once called comrades in arms. So was it any wonder that every time Tanzi said something like that, she had to think about the possibility that she might one day kill Tanzi, it wasn't a happy thought in the least. "Double time, you worthless spoiled children of Earth, we've got Titans to deal with!" Sara smiled a little, at least she was upbeat, not like most of the dour sour pusses Sara had for Ensigns before. Though that made the prospect of being on the opposing side from her once again all the more depressing. She turned on her com, "This is Longshot, I'm in the green and good to go."