When someone named [i]Stryker[/i] practically welcomed Amy with open arms, she couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of satisfaction. Apparently her captors had glamorized her skills, if only to make her seem like a more suitable candidate for this mission, but it nonetheless helped her fit in that much better. The poor Alliance bastards were shooting themselves in the foot and they didn't even know it.

After they were dismissed, Amy wanted to go down to her room and get a hold of her commander given that she already had much more information than she would have expected, but then a few moments later, Stryker made the announcement that they were just about ready for departure. With that, Amy frowned. She reached out a hand to place it against the nearest wall, taking a few steps forward until she touched the cold surface, when she heard someone address her about her bags being somewhat of a safety issue. 

"Mind helping me?" Amy asked, turning her head towards the male voice, "I'm not the least bit familiar with the ship and I'm afraid that I'll end up with a broken arm or a leg if I attempt to make a break for my room at the last possible minute."

[@Rultaos]