Semi plotted starter for @vendettacanonsâ
  The day had started just off bad, beginning with an abrupt awakening from a night terror that left her trembling for an hour. Even a shower didnât help the quakes or the overwhelming impeding feeling of doom and failure that often followed these nightmares. It continued to get worse as she received a devastating message that only added fire to the ruinous feeling dwelling inside her. As she tried to push through the day everything she attempted to do backfired or other crewmates pointed out flaws in what and how she did everything. It felt as though she couldnât eve breathe properly without someone questioning her methods. She had had enough and was heading down to the cargo to find a way to vent her frustrations when she got called on a mission. But not just any mission. Sheâd been paired up with the new alien, Jaal, to investigate a signal located in some facility on some backwater planet while the others went to deal with some Kett. She much rather have gone with them, able to vent by terminating the hostile aliens.
   However, she respected Ryder and their willingness to overlook her past and give her a chance to redeem herself. It was a difficult task and it was known among the crew that she and Jaal had gotten off on the wrong foot at the start and had never really been able to amend their declining relationship. Perhaps that was why Ryder was beginning to push them together more often. Eventually something would break and theyâd either have to talk it out and understand one another or worse case scenario, one of them lost their life. The flight to the planet was quiet, a tension building in the air so palpable it was almost suffocating. It came as a relief when they were actually able to land and get out of the tight shuttle.Â
      âAh,â she sighed, pulling her AR out as she stepped off the ramp of the shuttle. The air was crisp, clean, and heavy with a humidity that had beads of sweat beginning to form on her flesh. But still, it was more favorable than the cramped shuttle. Her eyes glanced over her shoulder, looking to Jaal as a pout creased her face. âLetâs get this over with. We didnât get many details about what happened but there hasnât really been any intelligent signals just a beeping that repeats every so often. If anyone is alive we canât assume theyâre non-hostile,â she said, making her way toward the front door. Outwardly, it appeared fine but sheâd been on too many missions like this where the real horror lied inside. As they approached the doors shuttered open, hitching slightly. The halls were dark, void of any light except from what filtered in front behind them and the cracked windows.
