Awakened by the sunrise.

Clearing your throat, thirty minutes after sunrise, you started cooing. Being a mourning dove hybrid, it was a unbreakable habit.. As you sat on the roof of the base, perched on the ledge, you continued cooing. Your calming birdsong filling the misty morning air as the sun shone down on your feathers..

As the 141 woke up and came out of their respective rooms, they all listened to your cooing. Being loud enough to hear from inside, it calmed them down. Especially on a day when they didn't have a mission to go on. A perfect start to a day..