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A smile, one born of excited anticipation, crept across her features as Volana paused a moment at the corridor to wait for the PDA-equipped pilot to make his way over. There was a growing sense of... accomplishment, one which had taken root the moment consciousness had rushed back to her mind not even an hour earlier. Regardless of what happened from here on out, she had made it. [i]They[/i] had made it. She wasn't the biggest believer in luck, though the pilot still did what she could to keep the feeling from welling up too much from the back of her mind. Later, once things were settled in she would have time for it, now was time for the present.

A slightly less foggy recollection guided her towards the hangar from the mess, some real food having gone a long way to get her body back into gear as it pieced back together the steps of living. Her attention focused on the captain's address which was coming over the intercom, his sentiments echoing her own, before the image of a sandy brown marble hanging suspended against a backdrop of inky blackness filled nearly every screen around. It was hauntingly beautiful, an alien visage that bore a twisted sense of familiarity. Earth was not her home, but she could not help but feel as though they were discovering some sort of cosmic sibling. Another world with patches of green and blue, with white wispy clouds that danced across the surface.

It was exactly as Artemie had described it... and so much more.

"[color=aquamarine]So much for getting there early,[/color]" Volana smirked, prying her gaze away from the screen with the planet to shoot Fox a grin. "[color=aquamarine]Guess we will have to ask about naming privileges later, yes?[/color]"

Fortunately, her memory had held up well so far, and a short lift ride brought them to the hangar proper, the doors opening with a hiss to the cavernous space which offered a welcome sense of familiarity in an otherwise new vessel. Not the least of which was thanks to the massive, stationary forms of the Orbitals which lined the hangar. Her eyes darted from one to the other; a mishmash of colors, designs, and markings that appeared to represent nearly every major power from home; before settling on the iridescent glint from her partner in crime.

A finely engineered mass of weapons and sleek armor, the Orbital's stance even when deactivated likening it in her mind to some enormous bipedal feline. A poised grace that seemed at odds with it's construction as a machine of war built by man. Some Orbitals were built utilitarian, others gave an air of nobility and strength; her own... well it wasn't difficult to determine the purpose behind it.

A new spring in her step, Volana made her way across the gantry towards her [i]Aurora[/i], cycling through her suit's systems with a practiced efficiency as she did.

She could feel the anticipation creep back into her chest.