[center][h1] Serene, the Rockwoman [/h1][/center]
[u]January 2nd, 2:30 am(Greenwich Time)
Sector 34, Upper Earth Orbit
The Rock-Dragoon, Bridge[/u]

She'd been about to doze off, lulled by the sight of a planet that while foreign, was yet familiar to her. Only for the silence to stop with the sound of something bumping against the bridge window. Something that...

[i]"...The hell?"[/i] Serene sat upright, groaning softly, staring ahead, only to start, realizing that it hadn't been an object bumping against the ship(thankfully, given an impact from space debris or an asteroid could have torn a hole in the ship for all she knew at the right speeds)...but a person. Knocking, to be precise. Someone floating...outside the ship, without a fully fledged space suit, or any sign of mechanical based propulsion. Nor was the person alone. Another person beside them. Her gaze moved from one to the other, only to start a bit more, realizing that there was something familiar about the knocker. The big S on his chest meant something, but for the life of her, she couldn't place it. The other guy was...a green suited fellow?

It was only then she realized that the otherwise motionless android that was the navigational unit had turned around, using internal reserves to look at Serene, where she sat in the control chair. [b]"Doctor, we're being hailed."[/b] It was then that Serene heard Preston speaking, over the comm, introducing himself and the male next to him. Weird to be called Champion, but have a big S on their chest. But still...heroes, good guys, seemingly. Given they hadn't attacked, meant that maybe...they'd heard her SOS. Earth...this was Earth. People, people with the means or powers to go into space...she was saved. She felt a surge of hope, realizing that finally things were right.

A hand moved, pressing down against a panel on the right armrest of her chair, activating a microphone that was strong enough to pick her voice up, and thus transmit it. [i]"This is Serene the Rockwoman, of the HMS Rock-Dragoon, I hear you loud and clear. I don't know if my SOS reached you, but thank you regardless."[/i] Her voice, while refined with the hint of an upper class, if not royal upbringing, lacked even the slightest trait of haughtiness. There was a calmness to her tone, but with the faintest undercurrent of nervousness. She paused, not to give them a window to respond, but to collect herself. [i]"Much of my ship's systems are offline or barely functional, but life-support is holding. I'm not sure how you intend to help me land, but so long as its away from any populated areas, anything you can do would be welcome. Especially if we can land intact, me and my ship have been through a lot together."[/i] Now it was apparent, her nervousness, but not towards them, but towards her ship. She wanted it safe, it meant everything to her. A memory of her long lost people, a reminder to keep going. But now, she was silent, waiting for the two to figure out something, or just respond in general. Hope beated in her heart, showing the promise of a better tomorrow...

[@pyroman][@Sir Lurksalot]