Falling into drawn out silence, Aimbeir ran through several more check list. Using the time to cool off her thoughts she heard the clearance beep from the traffic controller. Throwing her ship into a hard accelerating climb, Aimbeir cursed silently as a bright blue and red band appeared around her hand, wrist, and lower arm. 'Ah come on, Fate must you a vindictive bitchtress. I just meet her last night. And don't even know what she thinks of me.' she mused while glaring at the band. "No damn reprieve in sight, thanks Fate. You cold hearted bitch."