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[center][b]M - 42K[/b][/center]
[center][b]Ramilies Class Star-fort Hydra[/b][/center]

	The wall lights within Aviza's personal quarters that were positioned above her twin size bed were now slightly dimmed, filling the room with a soft warm glow. Sitting in the left hand corner of the room at her desk, Celestian Superior Aviza was reading over the message Canoness Andromedai Morgenstern had sent her for the third time. The two of them had planned to take part in the Erathellian campaign together, but this changed everything. Of course, she could handle the Erathellian campaign with the support of her retinue but having her older sister by her side had a certain mental effect upon her. Standing up and pushing the chair she had been sitting on back to its proper position under her desk, Aviza turned to leave, switching off the lights within her room as she did. There was no time to waste, heading down to the docking bay to meet with the rest of her retinue was at the top of her to do list.

Upon entering docking bay AS-383 where Aviza's personal and heavily customized gunship was being prepped for its departure, the Sister of Battle noticed that she was the first to arrive. This would give her time to give orders to the Tech-priests who were already insuring everything would run smoothly for her and her retinue. Adding additional weapons for close air support as well as additional heavy weaponry was ordered, and would be swiftly followed. Not wanting to take any chances, Aviza made sure that her ship would be prepared for any threats they may come across while within the Erathellian system. 

Having her back turned to the entrance of docking bay AS-383, Celestian Superior Aviza would not be able to notice anyone arrive. For the moment, she was to focused upon the Typhon as its systems and weaponry were being [i]upgraded[/i]. Her eyes would travel from the small data-pad she held in her right hand, then to the Typhon, and then back again. The data-pad showed a live-feed of important information for all systems of the gunship, and the Sister of Battle would only accept perfect readings coming from each area of the ship before departing.