[h2]The Arcadian - 24 September, 2190[/h2]
[h3]Dr. Allison Sorens[/h3][hr]
Allison leaned against the wall as the battle raged on around her, her pulse nearly record high as she scrambled to think up her next move. Off in the distance, some of her teammates were receiving heavy enemy fire, two of them going down instantly. Determined, she swallowed hard and pushed through in that direction, rushing to their location and hoping it wasn’t too late.

[i]“Sorens, on your six!”[/i] the voice in her earpiece shouted, but the warning came too late. Just as she turned around, her rifle aimed straight ahead, an enemy combatant shoved a pistol in her face and pulled the trigger.

What followed was Allison startling herself into consciousness once more, her breathing heavy and a tad uneven. Beads of sweat gleaming on her face and flushed cheeks were a sure tell of the stress she’d just endured. Allison waited a moment to settle down, then removed the Neuralink and placed it beside her. Another failed training simulation due to her lack of tactical skills, though she couldn’t blame herself as this was only the third time she had run it, and without any corrections along the way at that. But maybe she’d seek the help of someone who actually knew what they were doing, maybe then she could last beyond a few minutes in battle. 

She had a plan now. Allison got up from her bed and felt her stomach rumble. The short-lived adrenaline had apparently made her spark up quite the appetite and so she figured it was time to head out to have a quick meal. She had no scheduled appointments for the rest of the day, and she was well ahead of the research she had tasked herself with completing. The young woman thought that maybe it was time to get to know some people onboard the Arcadian, foster a relationship with someone beyond professional acquaintances. Now she only needed to find the type of people who were social enough to want the same.