The Iteron's engines gave a last burst of propulsion, green positivity leaked into Sara's conciousness - her new vessel signalling that she was now clear of Clellinon station and ready for warp. She focused her awareness on the drives that would create the warp tunnel as four chimes confirmed the Quartermasters had completed bolting the cargo down and checking the crew was ready for warp. A smile spread across her mouth, there in the embryonic fluid of her pod. Once it was her confirming the crew was ready for warp, under the pay of some demi-god pilot. Well now was her chance, behind lay that past and unending monotany. Ahead was the unknown, the discoverable, the conquerable. And it was hers for the claiming.