Carly's trip was quiet and lonesome. The only noise coming from the beeping of her data pad, and the occasional rumble of the engines. There was a swish from the cockpit door, as the co-pilot walked in and saluted to her, without looking up Carly spoke; [colour=6B8E23]"Drop the formalities Marine It's been too long a trip, how far out are we?"[/colour] The marine looked quite awkward as he dropped his stance to a more casual position.[i]"We're just coming in on the station, now, you’ve been directed to Dock AA3"[/i], the marine promptly walked out and left Carly to her mission reports. As the pelican touched down, she grabbed her satchel and jumped out the back. Leaving a few credits on her seat. She put on her helmet and made her way to the Docking bay. She knew she would already be late she had one heck of a journey.
 
She made her way to the location given to her by the pilot, not after stopping to pick something up at the nearest mess hall She knew it was going to be a long journey, after all, it had to be important to ONI to bring back Rogue seven. After picking up a sandwich and throwing it in her satchel she ran to docking bay provided to her. Just as she was about to enter the  ship she was interrupted by an AI, [i]"Hello Sargeant Renton, I am Colonel Icarus's personal AI assistant, you may refer to me as Nesalla Your squadmates are already on board the bridge.”[/i] The AI spoke calmly with a sense of authority about it. [colour=6B8E23]“Thank you, How late am I?”[/colour] The reply came swiftly; [i]“You are currently ten minutes late, Strike Commander Andromedai is just finishing up, I suggest you hurry Sargeant”[/i]  Carly dismissed the Ai and made her way quickly to the Bridge just as Nesalla had ended. [colour=6B8E23]“Sergeant Renton reporting in.”[/colour] She turned to Andromedai. [colour=6B8E23]“Apologies for the delay ma’am, Had a bit of a trip,”[/colour] She inspected those that had arrived, It had been sometime Since they had been together, She just hoped that the bonds they had formed had still stayed intact. Carly checked her Datapad and just as expected Nesalla had, luckily for Carly, already sent the details to her.

Carly took off her helmet and examined the details, Trying to find as many possible scenarios as possible. [colour=6B8E23]"I have no questions, But if possible I would like Nessalla to Send me the latest basic medical forms for the strike team, recent injuries, and all that jazz, The standard procedure,"[/colour] As much as Carly wanted to sit down and catch up she knew she had a job to do first.