Spaced out.

[Ramke]

As the gun was placed on the shelf, Lachance was left baffled. It was left tantalisingly close, a small lean and she would be holding it - they were just messing with her, weren't they?!

"I don't see why you'd want to know more about me. My history isn't important, interesting or special. I'm from a commoner family from the Core Worlds. I went to the Royal Military Academy and I'm here to do my duty of serving the Kingdom and its people. I'm glad I did join the Navy, I don't want to see Sirians like you anywhere near where my family and home is. I've had the chance to sample your "hospitality" - thievery, abuse, exploitation, corruption runs everywhere you touch. You deserve everything that happened to you, including your station that we made sure to turn into a silent coffin!" Ambre shifted slightly, feeling uncomfortable.

Right, the San Diego Border Station was in the system she was in. Ambre, a Lieutenant at the time, was one of the awarded heroes of the assault of the station. She was part of a bomber wing that made precision strikes the hull, its convoys and defensive forces. It was the hallmark of her career something that she hoped would garner the attention of someone higher, and, to and extent, did. A sense of pride came every time she remembered receiving the medal honours, but that was dwarfed by the realisation of being stuck in the wrong capital ship in the very same system.

"You threatened to shoot my ship after I've been assaulted by... something unimaginable, destroyed it instead of letting me reach actual safety! What are you planning now? Is this some sort of sick joke you're trying to pull? Rubbing salt on a wound? Is this that funny to you?!" her tone rose, clearly losing her cool. She couldn't bear the uncertainty any longer.