Abigail watched the entirety of the mobilization of the storm tooper, and Koopa army forced without much interests.  It was all a joke in her eyes.  The massive forces that the Union Station had in its disposal weren't a match for whatever it was that was causing all the problems so she didn't see how the people before her would do much better.  If anything, it just meant more casualties of war.  Though, as much as she hated to admit it there was a use for big numbers, and it had nothing to do with any kind of forceful supremacy. The way she saw it, if everything went to hell like she was assuming it was, then at the very least whatever was causing all the problems would have to go crawl over the dead soldiers to get to her.

A voice came on the intercom, talking about overloading the sol-drive, which was a big deal, and immediately made Abigail second guess being there at all, but it wasn't like she had a ride of her own handy.  So, for the time being she'd need to make sure everyone got a move on before the whole ship went down with her, and them, on it.

Abigail sighed before putting her fingers to her mouth and letting out a loud whistle.  "Great.  Great!  So you're all very impressive with what you do, but it looks like whatever is going on is getting really serious.  So I say we got a move on and find that diplomat before we're all unceremoniously made captains and have to go down with a ship."  Before anyone could say anything she turned towards the bay door and slammed her fist on the open button.