04-19-2013, 11:13 PM
The fight had been fairly active the last couple of days. Agents were coming back and being sent out just as quickly. Neon was no different. She had only been back for twelve hours. Six of that was spent sleeping while the other was spent relaxing. It was the brief moments in between missions that made the difference. But she had just been called back into the briefing room. It was scheduled to start in just a half an hour. Neon awaited in her room. Waking from her slumber. Humans, even in the comfort of their own homes still needed to wear suits. Especially since they shared rooms. But infection was everywhere. It was very easy to allow certain germs into space. Meaning their ship was sterile. Also meaning the newest generations were not being exposed to certain germs they needed. plagues happened often, though could be contained. Mainly when an elderly person from earth would leave without a suit on. Eden sat up in bed. stretching. Although you could not see her face threw the reflective helmet, you could tell by her voice she was very sleepy.
Neon got up. She had her casual suit on. Not her battle one. Mainly because the fabric was softer. In order to change, Neon headed into her bathroom. The room sealed, cleaning the area as she undressed and bathed. Her combat suit took only seconds to get on because all she needed to do was back into a wall. Robotic arms pulled the suit over her body. She left, heading out of her room and into the main area of the ship. Each and everyone in the Warrior program was known for their customized suits. Normally you just blended with the crowd, but in this case Their suits enhanced their natural abilities. In her helmet a clock array came up, showing her twenty more minutes before the group would be called. Neon looked around at the groups of people. Deciding how to kill the time.
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