23:45 Hours
22 August, 2550
Private bunk room of Gunnery Sargent Amber Mullan.

Amber laid on the small bed of her private bunk, she was glad to have a room to herself though she liked to socialize with the rest of GHOST this mission made her nervous however not knowing where they were going. The woman looked through the small viewport and saw nothing but the blackness of slipspace Amber started to think of her home Arcadia trying to wonder what her family was like, all she remembered was being taken from her home as a child and took into the SPARTAN II Program and spent years being trained to be a soldier. Then going through the augmentation which caused her to washout, and spent a long time in recovery and physical therapy she was told never to mention it to anyone and most of the other Spartans thought she had died, then the claxons started to go off.

They were going to be jumping out of slipspace soon, Amber grabbed her armor that was neatly set on the trunk of her bed Amber started to put on each piece on until she was completely covered in her combat armor. Amber made one last check on her tactical pad strapped to her forearm running a diagnostic to make sure that it was in working order, she left her bunk carrying her helmet under her arm. On her way to the Staging area the blonde spotted Brewer standing in the middle of the hallway looking like he was a deer caught in headlights. "Lost corporal?" Amber stopped looking at him for a moment and motioned for him to follow her. "Follow me, the staging area isn't to far off." She had the schematic of the Wayward Wanderer in her datapad and knew where to go and brought it up on the small holo projector a 3D image of the ship appeared showing where they were.

"It's just down here." Amber announced there was a ladder leading down four decks to the marine staging area, she strapped her helmet to a small strap on her armor and made the climb down. She looked to the members of GHOST in the large room watching some of the greenhorns talking to one another and looked to the new fancy pelican in the middle of the large room. She then headed towards the armory grabbing her personal MA5C and grabbed three clips of ammo stuffing them into her pocket, along with her M7S SMG along with a silencer and threaded it over the barrel of the gun grabbing more ammo for it as well as a few grenades, and her Master Systems Special Operations Communications Interface Computer Systems Technician Field Kit which all were fitted into her packpack strapping it over her shoulder holding the heavy equipment over her back.