Into Limbo //(Char + Dunc-, all others only on invite)

[The Banshee]

Could that goddamn woman not hold still? Banshee cursed loudly, as her captive's shifting of weight made her miss the vein a third time. Pulling the syringe out of the older woman's arm, she stepped back a few steps, and just barely missed the low ceiling with her head.
Mustering the helpless, occasionally spasming body in front of her, thoughts ran through her head. Plans how to best get to the Omicrons, worries about both urgent things like the low fuel supply and distant ones like what her friends back home, far away from her assignment were doing.

As she returned to her pilot seat, the black void of space greeted her with perfect silence, except for the constant humming the cruise engines were creating behind her. After this operation, she really could understand why recon agents had so excessive freetime planetside. Even if she had broken off her patrol early because she made an important prisoner, constantly staring into the lonely darkness almost made her go insane. It was surreal, knowing that you were moving with a speed that'd be completely impossible in an atmosphere, and yet seeing no scenery change for hours. At least the green cloud on the right had grown a bit in size. Or had it? Damn it!

"Computer, are we moving at all? How long until we reach the cloud?"

The answer of course dissatisfied her. Another day in this cramped thing, imprisoned by the air-tight armor, with her only company being an unconscious, gibbering lunatic. Sure, she was doing her best to keep hygiene up - the sonic shower in her cargo hold really had been a good idea - but holy hell, that was not what she had imagined when she volunteered for deep recon.
Not to mention the next phase of the interrogation that she had to prepare herself for.

Calm down. Breathe. Back into the cargo hold and inject more sedative. Can't have her wake up before we're planetside, can we?