Reassignment

OOC - I'm posting, this means I have caught up and it's the Easter holidays. Yes Onion I remember my promise and I will fit in those words soon, but it's 1am and I need to post!
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Who: Amber
Where: Neuvoux Terran Sector
When: After the last Action post
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Amber signed and breathed in the fresh air of the landing strip and filed out of the JMC HQ for the last time. Finally they had reassigned her, much to her dismay though, it wasn't back to the Blue Dwarf. Unaware of the trials back on the Big Blue One, Amber scrambled into Vespidae and punched the engines into max, heading out on the long trip to the Neuvoux Terran Sector. She had been reassigned to the New New New Zealand planet's Ambasador as a translator to work with the Hymenopterran negotiations.
 
It had taken a long time, but she had transcribed the entire database from the fallen Hymenopteran ship that crashed on Earth all those months ago. They had done their tests on Vespidae and it's systems, almost stripping it down to components before re-building it again. Well, as much as they could a mostly living ship anyway.
 
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Amber dropped the ship through the atmosphere of the small 'cursed' planet and landed near the delegations office. They were expecting her, which explained the shear lack of total destruction as soon as she reached scanner range of the sector. The JMC had tweaked Vespidae, at least it now had JMC and Hymenopterran signals being broadcast, a hybrid, like the ship itsself and in a way like her.
 
She cleaned herself up in the tiny quarters and put on her dress uniform, tieing her long raven black hair up into a tight braid. As she stepped out into the cold air, the wind whipped around her and she resented the Corps and the JMC that little bit more for this remote assignment. A smile crossed her lips and she for a brief moment almost regretted being such a trouble maker on the 'Dwarf. She missed it, maybe once she had made amends and helped out here she'd get the transfer back. She dismissed the thought and marched into the offices.
 
"Lieutenant Commander Amber FeBuggure reporting for duty Sir" Amber said, snapping off a perfect salute. She then caught site of the other occupant, engrossed as she was in making the perfect Space Corps entrance that had been drilled into her over the last few months. Gaping at the giant figure before her, the painstakingly instilled ideals and morals of the JMC began to revert back to the Blue Dwarfian loyalties that she had known before. It was impossible, he was on the Dwarf. He couldn't be here.
 
"Dante?!" Amber gaped. All hope at a dignified entrance forgotten. "Oh man am I glad to see you!" She ran up to him and flung her arms around him, hugging the huge alien. "What's been happening? Why are you here? How IS everyone?" She garbled, flustered and ignoring for the moment the confused desk clerk.
 
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