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"Sample the locality... see the sights... your ship will be fine without you for a few days..."

The words rang through the woman's head a few times, words spoken by her XO back aboard the Pride of Langara, the Imperious Class Command carrier of which Admiral Montrose was in command of.

She stepped into the bath area, the water shimmering before her, eyes narrowing from the glare of the lighting that danced across the water.

Standing at 5'7" with a slender, tightly toned muscular body, Amelia Montrose stood slightly apart from the rest of the people within the bath, with an olive colored towel wrapped around her bust, for modesty, frizzy, curly red hair that spilled in almost every direction, and shiny, smooth olive skin that seemed to glow in the light.

She took a step forward, dipping her big toe into the water, and scowling, for a woman of her looks, the scowl pressed on her face took away from her otherwise radiant appearance.

"My command carrier's spa is nicer than this trash dump... but... when in Caprica..." She said quietly to herself, while slender fingers tugged at the towel, pulling it away from her body, exposing a dark colored, and light grey double tank top, and olive colored short-shorts made from a synthetic material.

Completing her ensemble, was a set of gold colored hexagonal dog tags, and a bar-code tattooed upon the skin of the nape of her neck.

Slowly, she stepped into the water, gods only know what filth contaminated this wretched place.