Le bourdonnement croissant de l'ordinateur ne distrait pas Samara, ni son silence soudain. Cet emplacement n'était pas alimenté par certaines des plus grandes technologies de la planète, mais il allait falloir qu'il en suffise. Ils n'avaient jamais convoqué quatre personnes à un moment auparavant, de sorte qu'il a fallu couper un peu le système lui-même. Son expression n'a pas changé au silence, au lieu de cela ses yeux se sont concentrés sur la plate-forme que ce groupe apparaîtrait. La foi dans leur système – et ses propres capacités – a été rapidement récompensée par la matérialisation des quatre cibles. Alors que le Mentor commençait à leur expliquer la situation dans laquelle ils se trouvaient, Samara regardait leurs réactions individuelles de loin.
Tommy était beaucoup plus enthousiaste qu'elle ne s'y attendait. Il regardait de façon erratique pour examiner son environnement, intelligent de lui, mais elle ne pouvait pas dire s'il écoutait vraiment son collègue sur la raison pour laquelle il était ici. Il a commencé à aller sur une tangente et à parler de ce qu'il a remarqué. Ça lui a même fait mal de le penser, alors elle n'ose pas le dire : Tommy s'est en fait emparé plus vite qu'elle ne l'escomptait. Typiquement, elle a associé un encouragement excessif pour le manque d'intérêt pour la technologie, mais une contradiction vivante et respirante à cette théorie était juste en face d'elle. Le RDS a converti leur masse physique en lumière. Il n'avait pas tort, mais il était plus proche qu'elle ne croyait que tout le monde pouvait arriver dans une minute. Samara s'est retrouvée souriante. Peut-être qu'il serait plus gros qu'elle ne le pensait.
Il s'est présenté à ses pairs et a accepté d'assumer cette nouvelle responsabilité, presque trop rapidement. Lorsqu'il se plaignit de la nourriture, Samara regarda au coin de son petit poste de travail. Juste à côté, il y avait une petite cache d'eau purifiée, complètement absente de l'embouteillage chimique de Galatec, et une collection de barres protéiques comme un snack facilement jetable. Se tenant debout et se déplaçant vers elle, elle s'est agenouillée et a sorti une bouteille d'eau du sac à duffle recouvert de poussière dans lequel ils étaient entreposés, ainsi que deux barres protéiques. Ce ne serait pas beaucoup, mais pour un gars aussi mince que lui, ce serait assez de nourriture et d'énergie pour le porter à travers les deux prochaines heures minimum.
Elle s'est levée tout comme Clémentine avait commencé à avoir une panne. Il devait y avoir au moins un d'entre eux qui croyait que c'était une sorte de piège élaboré pour tester leur loyauté à Galatec, et comme prévu, c'était Clementine après tout. Alors qu'elle l'enveloppait, Samara parlait pour la première fois depuis leur arrivée.
Pas tout à fait, Clem,,,, elle a commencé avant que ses yeux reposaient sur Tommy. La tête monte le bleu, Samara lui jeta d'abord la bouteille d'eau, suivie d'une des barres protéiques qu'elle portait dans la main opposée. La barre de protéine et l'eau—avant de penser qu'il a obtenu l'un de ce poison Galatec vous nourrit, il ne le fait pas. 
Qu'il ait choisi ou non de la croire serait à lui. Déplacement de la main libre vers sa hanche, Samara's attention est revenue à Clémentine. Vous êtes à moitié à droite; tout le monde debout à côté de vous est sur le point de devenir vos nouveaux coéquipiers contre Galatec, donc je suppose que vous pourriez considérer cela comme une introduction qui mènera à la construction d'équipes. Galatec n'est pas notre ami, et ils ne sont pas à toi non plus.
Tout cela supposait que Clémentine ne refuserait pas cette offre. Comme Jean l'a dit, ils étaient libres de retourner à une vie d'esclavage volontaire, mais Samara voulait croire que Clémentine, comme tous, pouvait devenir une partie vitale de l'équipe et aider à libérer la Nouvelle Terre.
Malgré son aspect enroulé — un éclat de sueur à travers ses avant-bras exposés, le cou et le visage, et une longueur de cheveux délimités attachés en queue de cheval — Samara se tenait toujours avec confiance.
Je sais que c'est soudain. Si je suis honnête, j'aurais gardé quelques-uns d'entre vous en dehors de cela,, Samara a fait attention de ne pas laisser ses yeux s'attarder sur l'un d'eux pendant trop longtemps, craignant qu'ils soient offensés pour qu'elle puisse penser peu d'entre eux. Nous reconnaissons votre potentiel en tant qu'individus, mais les choses que vous pourriez accomplir ensemble dépassent de loin tout ce que vous pourriez espérer faire par vous-même. Dans un passé lointain, les Rangers de puissance pouvaient se réunir lorsqu'un monde, une colonie spatiale, ou même un secteur entier de l'espace en avaient le plus besoin. Maintenant nous espérons que vous quatre pouvez faire la même chose.
Plongée dans sa poche arrière, Samara a enlevé une carte d'identité montrant une apparence plus propre et plus propre avec un sourire brillant, et son nom sur l'affichage clair. Je suis Samara, et je te demande de nous faire confiance. Vous êtes peut-être le dernier espoir de ce monde.
Samara Morgan

Name - Samara Morgan
Nickname/Alias - N/A
Race - Human
Age - 23
Ethnicity - African-American
Gender - Female
Appearance - Neatness is always the forefront of Samara’s appearance. She stands at 5’9 with long, dark and wavy hair that flows slightly past her shoulders and light-brown eyes to accompany it. Her day-to-day outfits are inconsistent and depend entirely on her mood, but the scent of shampoo and lotion mixed together to make a sweet fragrance is rarely amiss from her person, making her scent stimulating and pleasant. Her skin is the color of caramel with a healthy and attractive sheen, making her appear as soft as her body feels. There is little to no sign of having ever gone through physically-intensive job, yet in spite of that she has more muscle in her legs than her arms thanks to the hobby of jogging and hitting a backboard for tennis. 
Clothing - Samara does not have a preferential style of clothing or even color, able to go from casual jeans and t-shirt on Monday, to a red carpet premiere-style dress on Tuesday. Since her work often demands an office-girl type of dress, outside of work she can typically be seen in basic jeans ranging from faded to dark, t-shirts of various colors, and long-sleeve form-fitting shirts. Her style has no real bias; whatever is in her reach when she prepares to leave in the morning, she will take it. No ‘trend’ sets her, she sets a trend. 
In The Mind
Personality - Samara is an early-to-bed, early-to-rise type of girl who doesn’t believe in wasting her day. If not passing the time by reading stories or listening to music, she is at work going beyond the necessary quota in order to impress her superiors. Because of this, some might brand her a perfectionist, and in some ways they would be right: Samara doesn’t enjoy failure, or losing. She is encouraging to others and tries to find the best qualities in them, believing that everyone has something that makes them appealing, and that there is no excuse to find yourself lonely. In the middle of being introverted and extroverted, there will be days where she would prefer to be alone, and nights where she’d prefer to live it up and party with friends.
She is well-trained in the art of ‘fair-spoken’ and ‘brazenly outspoken’, using both as needed to handle a task before her, able to switch between the two at the press of a mental button. Her ability to tolerate others varies from person to person, but she always does her best to be patient before it begins to wear thin. A bit of a strategist, Samara will often work to find the holes in various plans of action and work to fill them, which she shows through her various projects both at work and on her own time. The professional, straight-A side of her is able to be suppressed when fun is the objective of the day, knowing full well how to separate the two. Some would also call her a bit of a geek when subjects capture her interest.
However, in spite of her patience, tolerance, and ability to have fun, Samara can very much hold grudges if she is crossed in a way that she believes belittles her strengths—which is far worse than her own personal failures. Ignoring her in favor of an idea that she already proved wasn’t strong or consistent enough rubs her the wrong way. Because of this, it can be difficult for her to remain friends with someone who has the inability to listen to her. By nature she works to be the best at what it is she does, and often times her grudges can result in a temporary lack of socializing. However, should she be insulted to the point it equals her humiliation, Samara will avoid that individual whenever possible and, should they be unavoidable day-by-day, she will address them as blandly as possible without looking at them directly, preventing further deterioration of her mood.
Likes - Success in her tasks, praise for her ideas and solutions, criticizing flawed plans and ideas, scented candles and pleasant aromas, a good sense of humor, reading, music, films, dancing and singing, inspiring others, the sound of rain and quiet thunder, being right. 
Dislikes - Anyone better than her at her strengths, consistent loud disruptions to a peaceful atmosphere, being ignored, flaws in design or strategy, terrible smells, being wrong, not being taken seriously.
Fears - Failing people that count on her, her family being harmed, being unable to accomplish something put before her, being isolated from others for too long, no one caring about her, heights, uncontrolled flames.
Quirks - Samara has a habit of singing when she believes she’s alone, typically that of R&B and some hardcore rap, with the lyrics sometimes—not always—reflecting what kind of mood she’s in. When something bothers her, or if she believes that something being done is an inconvenience, she will momentarily smile a little and break eye contact with anyone ahead of her. 
Where They’ve Been
History - Samara is the oldest of three girls born to the Morgan family. The daughter of a successful advertising agent—company-running Henry Morgan—and former tennis star Keisha Morgan—formerly Keisha Young, her early aspirations had always been flexible. By four years old she wanted to play tennis like her mother. By five years old she wanted to run a company of her very own. By six years old, she had wanted to be both of those things at once. Her father had prioritized education and told her that she’d know what she wanted to be when the time came, and Samara had stuck to that ever since. However, even though he gave her all the tools necessary to learn and grow outside of the school system, there was plenty enough room for her to have a healthy social life and make friends at school. The early-to-bed and early-to-rise mentality had been adopted from both parents; when her father had gotten up for work, Samara was often awake too, nose deep in literature with a quiet tune in the background.
One day she overheard her father speaking of a major offer being given to him by a company known as Galatec. They wanted his advertising agency to begin spreading news about Galatec’s imminent arrival and the things they intended to bring with them. It wasn’t a surprise that a company needed his help, and what they offered both him and his employees for their services was a significant bonus that he didn’t have the heart to refuse. After a little research and dozens of phone calls made, Henry had agreed and begun to lay the foundation to welcome Galatec’s arrival to New Earth. For reasons unknown to Samara her father had ended up taking a short leave of absence from home, but wasn’t willing to disclose where. Her mother assured her children that he would be back before they knew it. Thankfully, she was right, something Henry often complimented her on. But Henry was different when he returned. Anything brought into the household had to be checked over by him first. If it was any food or water, it had to be examined with care, and the food had to be eaten organically, denying anything processed.
It wasn’t until education was no longer required that Samara had begun to ask why, with her father assuring her that he’d explain it to her in time. That time came sooner than expected. Everything was about Galatec; they were all over the news, and the friends Samara made at school had begun to talk about them with more affection than they ever had their math homework. It didn’t take long for her to figure out that Galatec wasn’t what they said they were. The appeal in their products was extremely exaggerated and their marketing strategy was lackluster on their own. Her father wasn’t giving it his all in selling the product, but he was doing just enough to keep his job with them—they had absorbed any other smaller businesses and brought them into the fold.
It was her mind that saved her from hard labor. She had begun to work with her father for Galatec, all while gradually understanding that they were doing something to the populace that they couldn’t prevent on their own. Samara was instructed to keep her head down and work diligently to avoid catching their eye, and so she did. To ease the load of pressure off of her father, Samara’s previous ambitions had disintegrated in favor of keeping her family taken care of. Her father was at work with someone within the company (The Mentor) and eventually she was introduced to them personally, being praised for her ability to accomplish anything related to technology, time management, and creative thinking.
The days of her early youth, pretending she was a crime fighter, were soon coming to life. Learning of a resistance in the shadows that worked to bring Galatec’s crimes to light were a source of inspiration for her to continue working in a bleak, dream-deprived world that didn’t want her ideas to bolster humanity, but instead keep them kneeling. Samara may not wear a suit, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t fight the battle against Galatec in her own way. 
Talents - Samara is skilled on electronic devices ranging from portable to supercomputer; she can type quickly, break down information in front of her at a higher-than-average rate, and understand nearly any program or device placed in front of her in record time. Although her ability on a computer is worthy of recognition, she also has a natural knack for public speaking, something she’d credit her father for. Lastly, she’s lithe; none of her tech savvy had prevented her from frequently exercising.
Hindrances - Emotionally, Samara can hold on to the worst situations she’s found people in, especially if it has hurt her in some fashion. Because of this, she is absolutely terrible at moving past a bad interaction and has nearly no shame in holding on to it. Physically, Samara is quick on her feet, but when it comes to self-defense she is limited without a weapon in hand, making her extremely vulnerable if unprepared for a worst-case scenario of imminent capture. 
Powers - N/A
Equipment - Samara’s cellular device contains images of things dear to her, also serving as her MP3 device and portable information retriever. It is protected by a red casing that not only stops physical damage, but also prevents water from damaging an already water-proof case. If she has no music, she may as well be another Galatec drone.
Bonus Round
Quotes - No.
Theme Song - Never.
Aspiration - Freeing New Earth. Everything else has become secondary.