I hear the low whispers of those stupid first class. I bet they want me as a messanger girl or something or maybe a mission of some sort.

“Nice of you to join us B”, says the one highest rank. His name's Turrent and he likes to bug the hell out of me.

“Are you going to get on with this metting, or just stand around and waste my time”, I ask him crossing my arms and scowling.

“We need you for a mission”, someone tells me.

A mission.

“Where”, I need to know where the heck I'm going first.

“You remember earth right?”, Turrent says obviously annoyed.

I freeze.