Meeting the Knight

[Ramke]

The woman nodded to herself, disappointment enveloping her just as she saw Graves coming out of the canteen. Damn it. The small glimmer of hope that the situation isn't that bad just walked out as the man entered the hall. Taking the time to observe him a bit further, he did look a lot better than at first glance. She quite like the stereotypical "posh Bretonian" look, but that look didn't quite help his personality. She didn't like and even despised criminals and troublemakers, the hatred stemming from her profession. She couldn't stand them, their brazen attitude and tendency to get into all kinds of conflicts makes her want to steer way away. Whitaker was uneasy in that situation, having to escort one of these criminals who could easily trick and overpower her quickly. She was a pilot, and much shorter than him after all - but the battlegroup didn't have any effective ways of mobilising crew, so they had to send the small craft pilots on spontaneous missions like these instead.

Whitaker sighed so loud that anyone in the hall could hear. She wasn't as professional as usual Navy personnel were - those standards wore off over time. Narrowly escaping Liberty with their lives and trying to survive in the independent worlds has changed the battlegroup and its remaining members greatly. The uniform looked worn, her hair was a mess. She had usually kept it shorter than what it was now, but a mixture of being overworked, stressed and disillusioned caused her to become more negligent.

"Are you done? Harmony is nearby and waiting for you." she began to speak in a tone that would only remind of mild frustration and disappointment. Taking her PDA out of her pocket, she quickly switches it on and directs it to Graves so he could see the coordinates.