[center][h2]The Solonis[/h2][/center]

Captain Duncan was proud of her ship. As she strolled through the interior toward the main hangar, she was happy to see that the crew were not flapping their arms about the current situation as much as when they had first arrived. Making sure that the ship was in the best condition that it could be was keeping them too occupied to think about it, and Captain Duncan knew that was an endless task. They would come to relax soon, Hayley was sure of it. You couldn't keep too worried about something forever.

Arriving at the hangar, she saw the shuttle that she was meant to board not by the fact that she had been told which but because there were a pair of marines standing guard, and from her approaching angle she could see the flutter of hands by the pilots as they did their preflight checklists. What surprised her a little more than anything that it wasn't a standard ferry shuttle but was a marine assault shuttle - clearly Lieutenant Knox was concerned about her safety. A smirk appeared on Hayley's face as she thought about it; perhaps that concern in safety was just in case an engagement happened and Commander Furret had to take over the ship. No doubt if Elliot was taking the same journey as herself he would be using a standard shuttle.

Hayley didn't march over at full speed, she walked leisurely over, looking over the hangar as she did so. The insignia on the side of the fighters that were in their berths told her that Apricot were still landed whilst Fang were on CSP. No doubt some of Fang would latch their patrol onto the shuttle as it made it's way to it's destination. Some of the crew gave her salutes as she walked near them, and Hayley returned them with ease until she arrived at the shuttle. She returned the salutes of the marines and the crew chief at the entrance, and then looked the latter up and down. "Permission to board, chief?" She asked as a matter of formalities. She grinned immediately after, and so did the crew chief.

"Permission granted, welcome aboard, Captain!" The crew chief replied, turning to make his way into the shuttle. Hayley followed behind, and the marines made up the rear. The interior of the shuttle was cramped and built for efficiency rather than looks. The crew chief took his station near the cockpit door, and Hayley took the station that would normally be occupied by the marine compliment's platoon leader if a platoon had been on board and buckled up. From there, she could at least look outside of the craft using the displays. The marines sat down at the closest seats to the hatch, talking among themselves. The buckling up was different to standard shuttles, and she knew it was just for additional safety. Marines had a harder job.

Hayley wasn't too bothered about the cramped spaces and ugliness of the interior - she had been a midshipwoman once and had to sleep in a similarly ugly cabin. The real thing that bothered her was that at any moment the pilots could hit a button and all of the marine's seats, including her current one, could drop out of the bottom of the craft. If they came under attack or had to drop quickly, it was a good way to get out of the shuttle. On the other hand, Hayley wasn't wearing a sealed suit, and so didn't feel like taking a joyride on her chair out into space.

The shuttle's hatched closed, and Hayley watched through the external cameras as they lifted off the deck and drifted toward one of the waiting airlocks. A massive door closed behind the shuttle, and after the atmosphere was drained from the airlock, the exterior hull hatched opened, revealing the inky black of space. Hayley reminded herself that all of the other ships were friendly as the assault shuttle activated it's main thrusters and flew for the Resurgence. Hayley took immediate notice that Assault Shuttles lacked in stabilisers; whilst the tug was minimised, she still felt herself wanting to slip out of her seat. She cast a glance over at the marines in the back, and felt a little more at ease by their relaxed looks and conversation. They were used to this kind of movement.

The assault shuttle slid it's way into the Resurgence's hangar, and then stopped with such abruptness that Hayley thought she was going to break some bones. She had been expecting the gentle acceleration of a normal shuttle, but the marine pilots thought differently. Once the craft touched down on the deck, the marines were already halfway outside of the hatch by the time she had undone her seat buckle; she wondered if they had even had the buckle on in the first place. She followed them outside, and was met by one of her own, who saluted her as she exited the shuttle.

"Tell me you know where we're going Robert," Hayley says, returning his salute. Their arms dropped, and Robert Sinclair motions for Hayley to follow. The marines remained at the shuttle, chatting to eachother again. Hayley often wished she had the ability to listen into such conversations, just to poke at her own personal curiosity, but she knew such a gift was a curse as much as it was a benefit.

"Aye, Captain. It's not too far, we'll be there quite quickly," Robert responds, before adding, "Which is a good thing, because it's due to start quite soon."

On the journey to the meeting room, the pair discussed what Robert had been doing aboard the Resurgence, and Hayley tutted him for the argument that he had managed to get into. She should have expected as much with Robert being aboard with a load of scientists, but there was little other option other than sending a few other optimistic engineers over, whom she wouldn't trust as much with presenting the proper values of the ship.

Robert was correct that they would be there quickly, but Hayley was cursing herself for not being a little earlier - they walked in just as the meeting began, it appeared. The pair quietly took seats to listen to the beginning of the meeting as well as get a proper look at those around them, a lot of whom they had not properly met.