Amber Korse landed the battered remains of her ship on the Trotsky. So maybe it hadn't been the best flight ever but she didn't let that rattle her. She made her way to the recruitment office, flanked by two guards, and took a seat on one of the chairs after she had submitted her personal information.
She'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. Hell she was really, really nervous. She tried to steady her heart beat and focus her thoughts as she waited for her turn to be interviewed.