Chapter 1 *Cara*

Cara sighed as she got situated on her bed. Her television was on, playing commercials in which she was not the least bit interested. Instead, Cara was now looking outside as the station circled. "You need a life.." She muttered to her self. Cara had been in the science division of Weyland industries for the last 10 years but she was now retired, only at the age of 29. Suddenly, her phone rang as if it had been listening to her thoughts. Cara quickly picked it up and answered with a professional 'hello'. "Hello Cara, it's Michael, Michael Crawford." Cara furrowed her brows. Michael Crawford... Where had she heard that name before... "I'm sorry I- Oh my god, Michael?!" There was a light chuckle in the background. "Yes gorgeous, it's me." He responded.

Cara was grinning ear to ear now. She had known Michael since primary school, hell, they even Dated a while in High school. "How are you?" She asked him quickly. "Same 'ol, same 'ol." He mused. Cara sighed happily. "That's good." She paused and frowned. Why did he choose right then to call her? "Not to sound rude but, why call me now? I haven't seen nor talked to you in three years." There was a pause. "Weyland wants you back. We have no one stepping up in the science division and you are the one with most experience." He explained. Cara groaned. "I only know what I've read in my mothers journal and I've just retired!" She exclaimed with a groan. There was a moments pause then an audible sigh from Cara. "Fine, tell Weyland that he owes me." With that, she hung up and fell onto her bed, groaning.

Why when she had retired? She had helped Weyland all her life and had worked for him for ten years.. She was done but, seemed Weyland wasn't Done with her quite yet. Sitting up, she glanced at the television which was currently playing an old show, Salem. With a small roll of her eyes, she stood and began packing a small bag which would only consist of undergarments, toiletries, tank tops, and socks. She wanted to just reject them, say that she didn't want to but she couldn't do that to Weyland. Weyland had practically raised her after her parents died when she was at the young age of six. "Miss Sanders?" Cara snapped from her thoughts and glanced at her house keeper. "Oh hello, Misty." Cara murmured. "I'm sorry for such short notice but Weyland is in need of me and I wont be back for a few months so, could you possibly take care of the house for me while I'm gone? You can sleep here if you'd like." Misty smiled warmly at Cara. "Of course, Miss Sanders." With a quick thanks, Cara grabbed her bag then headed outside where a helicopter was descending.

Cara watched intently as she felt the windMove quickly,causing her to stagger and her hair to move violently. When the chopper finally landed, she rushed on and buckled up. Upon looking from the seatbelt, she saw many familiar faces. Christian, Daniel, John, Samuel, Mira, and Michael. She smirked and earned a bone crushing hug from Michael. "God, I've missed you!" He exclaimed happily. and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah." She looked up at Christian and smiled warmly, taking his hands. "How've you been Chris?" She asked. He smiled, his bright green eyes shinning brightly as he gazed at her. "I've been alright, how about you?" Cara shrugged and her thumb absentmindedly stroked his hand. "Oh you know, trying to enjoy my retirement but, it seems Weyland isn't done with me yet." The others chuckled and she gave her hellos to them as well. "Why is it Weyland wants me back?" Cara asked, leaning against the back of the seat. "We are going on a mission to LSR118 which is located in Sector 35 of the Gamma Quadrant." Michael began. "He wants you with us in case we encounter any foreign species of some sort for medical research and also," he paused and squeezed her hand, "Weyland only trusts you."

Cara smiled ever so slightly. "Well, that's goodEnough for me." She replied out the side of the chopper, watching as the ocean flew past them. She sighed and closed her eyes. She just hoped Weyland knew what he was getting them into. She did not want deaths of the crew on her mind... "Cara, Cara." She gentle voice whispered, lightly shaking her. Cara groaned but remained asleep. Michael sighed and unbuckled her seatbelt before carrying her bridal style. "Take her bag." He commanded before carrying her inside to his room so she could rest a bit.