Il semblait qu'à chaque autre minute Samara essuyait une accumulation de sueur, dispersant les gouttelettes sur la surface de sa main à la saleté sous ses pieds. Ses mains se sont enfoncées durement sur le traceur de mouvement du cylindre, l'une des nombreuses, qui a fait leur chemin dans la chambre intérieure où elle et son patron se sont laborieuses, jour après jour, se préparant à une révolution. Après un moment de lutte, l'appareil s'est enfermé dans la roche au-dessous de lui, et bientôt une lumière LED verte a commencé à clignoter à sa base pour confirmer son activité. Soupirant avec soulagement que l'épreuve de l'installation de ces traqueurs semblait être conclue, Samara a plongé sa main dans l'une des poches inférieures de son pantalon de chargement. Un petit tapis lui avait permis d'examiner le statut de chaque traceur qu'elle avait placé. À côté de chacun d'eux étaient des couleurs d'état qui indiquaient leurs conditions – puissance, intégrité de la coquille, et s'ils avaient ramassé quelque chose de suffisamment lourd pour être rapporté à son mini-cadre principal.
C'est de ça dont je parle. Elle loua silencieusement ses efforts. Comme Samara l'avait espéré, tous les traceurs de mouvement lisent le même feu vert qui indique leur efficacité. Tant qu'elle était devant son ordinateur ou qu'elle l'examinait, elle pourrait avoir un ensemble d'yeux métaphoriques en regardant la façon standard d'entrer dans l'installation abandonnée. Tout comme elle s'est levée, Samara a pris la tête dans la direction de son partenaire dans le tunnel juste derrière elle. Ranger le pad dans la même poche inférieure pour l'instant, elle a hissé dans le tunnel avec un sourire heureux jusqu'à son arrivée. Là, là où elle l'avait quitté avant, c'était l'homme qui rendait tout possible avec elle.
- Vous l'avez fait marcher? Grande! » Samara lui donna un sourire denté lorsqu'elle se joignit à lui, examinant le morphère achevé. Avant qu'elle ne l'ait quitté pour aider à sécuriser le périmètre, elle a laissé son téléphone derrière lui pour lui jouer une poignée de chansons classiques du passé pour l'aider à se concentrer et garder son humeur positive. Prenant la main et l'arrêtant au milieu d'un de ses favoris personnels, ses yeux erraient de nouveau dans le morphère final qui a été complété une fois qu'elle a empoché son téléphone. Donc, c'est finalement arrivé, elle s'est rendue compte à haute voix. On aurait dit hier qu'ils discutaient de cet acte de rébellion, alors que c'était en fait des mois. Enfin, être en mesure de prendre le combat à Galatec plutôt que de cower était exaltant, mais encore Samara avait des doutes à son sujet, des doutes qu'elle était très voix à propos. Le sourire qui lui a donné l'apparence lassaire s'est effondré. On est vraiment sûrs pour ce groupe? Je sais que nous sommes désespérés, mais... 
Sa voix et son train de pensées s'étaient enfuis. Samara était prête à mettre sa foi en ces personnes tout comme son partenaire l'était. Cependant, une partie d'elle voulait encore revoir quelques-uns d'entre eux. Il n'y avait plus de position pour eux pour faire cela, elle était très consciente de cela. Les roues étaient déjà en mouvement et s'arrêter maintenant ne ferait pas de bien Nouvelle Terre. Ce devait être ce groupe, mais même ainsi elle le détesterait si quelque chose arrivait à ceux qui n'étaient pas préparés à ce qu'on attendait d'eux. Ils n'ont pas demandé cela—heck, serait-on vraiment leur donner un choix une fois qu'ils ont été amenés ici?
"Oubliez-le," secouant la tête, Samara a creusé dans l'une de ses poches inférieures et a récupéré le petit pad d'avant. En brossant les brins qui s'accrochaient à son front mat, elle l'ouvrit de nouveau devant le Mentor et lui permit de voir comme elle l'avait fait auparavant. Chaque lecture était verte. De toute façon, ils travaillent. Si le système de déplacement n'est pas aussi léché que nous l'espérons, nous aurons une fenêtre pour être prêts à bouger s'ils parviennent à le suivre ici, ce qu'ils ont gagné. Ils avaient passé beaucoup trop de temps à planifier presque tous les scénarios pour ne pas créer de plans d'urgence. Les caméras de sécurité auraient été meilleures, mais les mendiants ne pouvaient pas choisir.
Du travail de bureau à la sécurisation d'une mine abandonnée à des fins d'utilisation, elle n'aurait jamais pensé qu'elle finirait couverte de terre et transpirant plus qu'elle ne le pensait possible. Peering vers le bas et remarquer la dentelle de sa botte gauche était en train de se détacher, elle avait agenouillé pour l'attacher en arrière, soupirant fort comme elle l'a fait. L'humidité de cette mine a toujours été un problème. Lorsque le choix est venu entre se déplacer dans les épurateurs d'air avant les ventilateurs, la réponse avait été évidente à l'époque. Mais maintenant elle n'était pas si sûre. Son haut noir était aussi léché que son front, rendant ses vêtements de travail lourds se sentent comme une éponge.
"Rappelez-moi d'avoir enfin un fan ici une fois qu'on les aura rassemblés. C'est ridicule, et avec mon ordinateur il va seulement devenir plus chaud. Malgré son anxiété et sa chaleur insupportable, elle ne pouvait nier l'excitation qu'elle ressentait en agissant enfin. Il était temps de voir si ça valait la peine de se faufiler et de comploter.
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.