Alina was in the process of dealing with new fighters when she heard her comm system crackle. She listened to the orders over her comm system. ”Everyone outside, disengage and land your ships in the Alamo. A ceasefire’s been called so I want you to follow the Babylon so we can finally drop off all this ore.”
She steered the Black Comet in line with the Alamo's entrance before blasting in, swivelling the jets to stop her seconds before crashing. Unarming most of the weapons she printed a list of ammunition she needed to replace and placed it in her pocket. Getting up she went into the armoury and picked up her rifle and pistol. The ladder of the Black Comet rolled down as Alina stood on the bottom rung. As she stepped onto the floor of the hangar with a loud clang she looked around uncertainly, her finger hovering over the trigger of the rifle. Walking toward the only door she opened it and stuck her head out. "No one here. Better I stay with the Comet." Her mutters would be barely audible as she turned around and reentered her ship. Sitting down at the table she fished out the sheet of ammunition she required. Staring at the paper she fell asleep sprawled on the table.