Captain Annabelle 'Belle' McTavish had spent most of her day in the lower levels of the ship in the training room. She was currently taking out her frustrations on the punching bag. No one would tell her where they were going or why, so she was left completely in the dark. With a grunt of effort, Belle launched a roundhouse kick at the bag in front of her. Pausing for a moment, she tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving. She wore a black sports bra and black shorts. Her long brown hair was pulled into messy bun, and several strands of hair had come loose, sticking to her sweat covered face. The rest of her body, glistened with a thin sheet of sweat. Her vibrant honey colored eyes stared the bag down, as if she was waiting for it to attack her.
Shaking her head, she grabbed a towel and dabbed her face with it. Tossing it back around her neck, she walked out of the training room and down the hall towards the engine room. Might as well check on the upgrades while she was down here. As the doors slid open, she was greeted with several workers. Hearing the doors open, they all turned and saluted the captain. Rolling her eyes, she held her hand up. "Stop that shit. Just came to see how the upgrades were coming along?"