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The day that Elizabeth was freed from the Academy to begin her service onboard The Galatia she could hardly contain herself, to say she was giddy would be a trivialisation of how she felt. Maybe it was that she was finally about to start the full realisation of her lifelong dream of piloting, perhaps it was because all of her hard work had paid off. Or, at the very least her realisation that all her hard work was killing her had paid off. She'd have been skipping around all day if she hadn't been trying her best to keep up a "professional and stern" look, something which she felt she was doing somewhat well even if that wasn't how everyone saw it.

The shuttle ride up was probably the peak of her excitement, when she saw The Galatia, she let out a small squeak, not unlike the call of a squirrel or another small rodent. It wasn't that she was amazed by the size of it, after all, she came from a [i]space station[/i], and those things were huge, not to mention the times that ships like the Galatia had flown through Alpha Centurai during her time there. While the scope didn't make Elizabeth's jaw drop, the sheer technology of the Galatia did; the whole thing made the Eden Research Station seem like it was built in the stone age - and in comparison to this is probably was. Where her home had wall panels missing and rusting over as engineering failed to keep up with replacing them, the Galatia was fitted with ones which were seemingly brand new and shiny.

The next hour was a blur and very nearly overwhelmed Elizabeth, noises came from every direction trying it's best to drown out the officer in charge of them. The group began to split, leaving Elizabeth with only the other pilots and before she could gain a solid grasp onto who the other rookies were the gathering got pulled into an initiation tour. The officer marched them around, pointing out key details of the ship, mess halls, officers quarters, briefing room, and of course the main hanger they had just come from. It almost felt to Elizabeth that she had barely had the time to breathe before she was shown her quarters and told to "sort her shit out".
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It turns out that "sorting her shit out" didn't take all that long, Elizabeth has very few belongings. A few pairs of clothes, and some sentimental ornaments, a picture of her family that her mother had thrust upon her in tears before she left for the Academy. She put them out and instantly got onto her will. It was a strange experience to be writing a document about her death - especially considering her young age. It wasn't the most complex or sophisticated will in the world though - in the case of her death everything was going to her immediate family.  But she wouldn't die, she was sure of it. She reckoned that by the time anything dangerous could happen to her there would be peace. How long can a war go on for right?

An announcement rang out; everyone needed to be in briefing rooms in -0030. Elizabeth reckoned she knew the way; she could leave it five minutes and at -0027 she was at the briefing room. It wasn't as simply a trip as she had hoped it would be, she got somewhat lost in the Galatia's labyrinthian halls, with some sections under gravity, while others were completely void of it. Still, Elizabeth had managed to drag herself there early enough. She opened the door and was unable to identify anyone she'd toured the ship with immediately and decided that it would be best if she sat just behind the front row of seats. Elizabeth made her way over slowly enough so that she didn't seem to eager, but fast enough that she didn't appear incompetent in zero-g. When she'd sat herself down, she waited eagerly, glancing at the other officers around. She really couldn't wait until her first assignment.