[color=#42f4aa][h3]LCDR Travers, Adrien[/h3][/color]

Travers rolled over in her bed, the sound of the automatic alert blaring through her holo-tablet was almost enough to drive her insane, "If it weren't for the damn announcement I'd have blown my brains out already." she sarcastically lamented to herself as the very same alert that was blaring from her tablet was drowning itself out through the 1MC in the ceiling of her room. She pulled a pillow over her face, willing the announcement to stop and allow her just a few extra minutes of sleep before she would be forced to dress herself and make her way to the briefing room.

Finding small solace in the fact that the 1MC shutoff without repeating its alert, she took the pillow currently pressed against her head and tossed it at the holo-tablet that was still happily blasting away as it waited for Travers to acknowledge the alert. The pillow connected easily, the distance being laughable when compared to some of the ballistae kills she'd scored, but the holo-tablet remained upright in it's charger, the alert piercing through the room as if in triumph of its survival at the hands of such unbelievable odds.

She rolled her eyes before finally pulling herself from the bed and dismissing the alert on the tablet with the flick of a finger across the screen. 

Moving to the small control panel at the head of the bed, Travers turned the lights up and shut off the gravity of the room. Weightless she lifted into the air around her and used the wall at her front to push herself over to the small locker that held the majority of her belongings, as she passed she grabbed a handhold built into the wall to stop herself before swinging it open. She grabbed an undershirt and a pair of socks before pulling her flight suit from the locker and letting it float into the space behind her. Gripping the edge of the locker she spun herself around so that the floor was now her up. Travers reached into the bottom of her locker and undid the velcro straps that kept her boots from attempting an escape in zero-g.  Content that she had everything she needed she closed the locker and gently pushed herself into the middle of the room.

Her uniform pieces floating around her she took a moment to admire the beauty of zero gravity before slowly pulling on her undershirt and socks, quickly followed by the flight suit which zipped all the way up to her neck, and rounded out with the boots.

Dressed but floating in the middle of the room, Travers reached for the closest wall, her finger tips barely scraping the surface. With a small huff she tapped the heels of her boots, the red light indicating that the magnetic function was now on blinking to life a moment later. She ratcheted the level to max and swung her hands over her head and behind herself, sending her spinning in place. Travers watched as the room spun past her, a small part of her slightly unsettled by the sight, before pushing her legs out as they passed the nearest wall. With a loud clack the boots connected to the wall and Travers found herself standing with her new down being the wall and what would of been sideways on a wall had the gravity still been on. 

Turning the level down on her boots she pushed of the wall and swung her feet in front of her before reaching the true floor of the room. She quickly moved over to the head of her bed and turned the gravity in the room back on, noting a few small clangs as she did so and making a mental note to find whatever made those sounds next time she was in the room.[hr]
Travers gave the green button at the door a press and pushed herself into the briefing room as the door hissed open. From a quick glance it seemed that the majority of the Direwolves were already present, 'Only -0028, plenty of time.' she thought as she double checked to ensure that Knight wasn't at the front of the room yet.

Satisfied that he wasn't yet at his own briefing Travers pulled herself to the front of the rows of chairs, grabbing the closest one to ensure that she didn't fly past them and into the wall. She took a moment to look over those already sitting before deciding that the young and anxious looking one that screamed of being newly assigned was going to be the one she sat next to. She pulled herself over the heads of those already in their seats and tucked herself into a ball, somersaulting as she passed over an empty seat in order to put her body into the "proper" orientation of the room.

Slipping into the chair at the side of the new guy, she strapped herself in and offered a hand to the new face, "Lieutenant Commander Travers," she said smiling, "Most of the guys just call me [i]'Mother'[/i]."