Sarnella felt the slight jolt of the ship as they propelled through the relay, which was rather amazing considering how fast they must have really been going. She looked up from her station and watched the busy crewmen take their places. They went directly to their consoles and assumed an impressive down-to-business demeanor, faces drawn taut and fingers flashing across various controls.

Just when Sarnella was beginning to wonder exactly where the ship was headed, the human commander approached her. His footsteps were hard and heavy against the metal floors. He came to a stop next to the asari specialist. His cold stone-like eyes focused on her from under the shadow of his military cap. Sarnella straightened and gave him a salute. He responded with a curt nod, then turned to the galaxy map and held down a button for the intercom.

"This is your commander. We are headed toward the Caleston Rift in the Talava System for a rescue mission. Combat specialists, report to the conference room on deck one A-S-A-P." He removed his hand from the button and directed his gritty voice toward Sarnella. "I've forwarded you all the files on this current mission. Familiarize yourself with the information."

"Yes, sir," Sarnella obediently replied. She watched him go, his arms barely moving beside his blocky torso as he walked toward the elevator. She wasn't a big fan of the commander yet; he seemed unduly cold and hardened, though Sarnella supposed she preferred that over wishy-washy authority. It did irk her a bit that he had told her to get to know the mission, since that was in her job description and she knew to do it already. She filed the thought away; she would give the commander more time before forming any more judgments about him, purely out of hope that he wasn't the total hard-ass he seemed to be.

Her fingers flit across her console, opening and scrolling through various documents pertaining to their mission. Speed-reading was a handy talent in her line of work; she was able to get through most of the information in five minutes. They were headed toward a colony in the Talava System called Benry. The first thing she checked was the atmosphere. Turians, humans, and krogan wouldn't need survival masks, but the volus would, as usual. The area they were headed to was a station in the southernmost part of a triangle-shaped continent. The area was colored by plentiful plant life and mountains, most of which had pathways carved into them by the settlers. The rest of the colony had been evacuated, but this station had gone dark just an hour prior to their planned departure. The files said the station was where the colony's militia was based, which would explain why they were evacuated last. There had been reports of Reaper cannibals, similar to the ones seen on earth. Sarnella wondered what else might be lurking amidst the dense vegetation of Benry.

She frowned; she didn't feel entirely comfortable with such a small amount of information. She would have to rely on the ground team to be her eyes and ears and, while they were investigating or fighting off Reaper scouts, she'd have to make sense of their observations. She called up the doctor from her console. She ordered up Dr. Crowley to the command center to go through the files on Benry's insect life with her. She wanted to know if any of the insects could infect the crew with any kind of chemical that might harm them, and Crowley was the closest thing to an expert aboard the [i]Unity[/i].