Hannah jumped slightly when she heard Tori's voice behind her, so lost in her own little bubble of happiness she hadn't noticed the fighter follow her into the bridge, nor had she seen Vincent sit down and begin to go though files.
Tori dropped the half eaten pack of skittles next to Hannah making her grin after Tori's retreating back.
"Thanks Tori! Your my new best friends!!", She yelled after the women before throwing a few skittles into her mouth and nearly moaning in pleasure as the chewy sweets let off their rainbowy goodness. "This is the life, flying a ship in search of an adventure while eating skittles? It can't get any better.".

The ship was now moving out of its port and would soon be entering the atmosphere, the engines beginning to rumble as they forced their way though the stratosphere. Hearing a shout coming from Vincent, Hannah turned her left eye to focus on the Tactician while right eye kept looking out of the window so she wouldn't crash the ship by mistake. Listening to the older mans voice come though the intercom next to her, she turned her left gaze towards the screen as a window popped up, showing off a beautiful blue planet from outer space.

Grinning, Hannah nodded her head, turning both her eyes back to the sky. "Gondalia, good choice Vince. It's the closet planet to earth from all the six so it's going to be the first on our to-do list.", She responded to the man back through the intercom. She didn't know much about the planet, except its coordinates though from the looks of it, it was stunning with all those blues mixing together. The government has said the inhabitants of all the planets were dangerous though, so she just hoped it wouldn't be to much for her younger brother.

~Meanwhile~

Ricky glanced around the small, plain room he had chosen at random. Slowly he began to unpack his things before the fiery haired mechanic came into his room and asked if she could have it instead. Nodding his head, a small blush working its way onto his cheeks, he began to move out the room before his sisters voice came through the intercom.

Glancing up to meet the mechanics laughing face, Ricky couldn't help but give a small smile before hiding behind his wild fringe once again. CC left to go to the engine room and Ricky was alone once again. Making his way towards another one of the empty rooms, he began to unpack again.

Cloths and shoes went into draws, though he didn't bring many of either. Moving to one of the small tables in the room, he opened up a metal brief cause which quickly turned into a miniature lab holding all the necessary equipment and chemicals needed to do the research on each of the planets he needed. Also placing a small laptop down on his bed, he plugged it in before glancing around the room nervously, at a complete lose on what to do.

Thinking back on all the rooms he had seen on the he map, he finally decided on the sick bay. The sick bay would hold a lot of chemicals and important equipment, and Ricky would probably need half the chemicals that would be kept there so he might as well take inventory of what they had.

Pulling out a little notebook and a pencil, he began to draw the out a map of the ship as he walked down the corridor, jotting down notes as he passed doors and passageways of any worth before finally arriving at the sick bay. Glancing around, he turned to a new page and began to sketch the room, as he took the inventory.

Vincent nodded and swiveled his chair again, this time dragging the interface with him. He whistled with appreciation, though this really wasn’t too advanced for the technology at the time, and once again resumed fiddling around with the multiple selections on the database. Dragging back the planet information sheets except for the coordinates of Gondalia, Vincent opened the one for the planet that they were headed to. He had heard of the planet before- he definitely had, the memory still fresh as if it were yesterday- but from what he remembered, it was an extremely brief and basic overview. Nothing had been said about what sort of inhabitants lived there, or the demography of the planet itself. The only two things that Vincent had got out of the lecture was: one, the inhabitants of the planet were savage, crude and dangerous; two, it was most likely that most of the surface of the planet was water.

But after fiddling around with the interface in front of him, working his way through as if he had been working with it for many years, Vincent didn’t learn anything more about Gondalia at all. The glaring words that caught his eyes the most: Unexplored. He paused, pulled off his hood, and glared at the words before pulling his face close up to the floating interface. “Are you kidding me? Vincent shook his head, laughing slightly as if it were a joke before swiping his hands around again, refreshing the page to see the singular word again. Unexplored.

Vincent couldn’t believe his eyes. Are they sending us off…to get us killed?! His palms sweated as he returned to Gondalia’s information page and looked through the rest of the sparse information on there. Grabbing his pack that he had placed earlier on his lap, he opened it and grabbed his pad and a flask which he downed in a second. “God damn it!” Vincent muttered as he made the interface shrink back into the screen in front of him and then made the interface of the pad in his hands emerge from the slab of glass. Amongst the immense amount of folders that appeared in front of Vincent, he chose one that was in the corner of the selections.

“Come on…come on…,” he muttered, as a loading screen showed, anxiety and nervousness biting at him as he waited for the folder to show. Finally, the loading screen faded to show more folders, many of which had ‘Confidential’ in their titles. It wasn’t that Vincent was a rebel- well, he was, to an extent- but he loved hacking into the government information databases. This included ‘pirating’ data on basic things such as where people lived to the experiments done in the underground labs that the government hid from the entire human population on Earth, to information on life-bearing planets. The file that he opened now contained stolen confidential data on an amalgam of planets, including the water-planet called Gondolia.

The file contained the exact same information- word for word- on the interface that was on the StarFire 200IO. Vincent let out a strangled laugh and waved his hand downwards toward the pad, the words in the air immediately vanishing back into the slab of glass on his lap. Zipping is pack up, Vincent unlocked his seatbelt and got up, shaking his head slightly and yelled at Hannah, “I’ll be back. Soon enough.” Leaving the bridge, Vincent chose one of the rooms that was closest and wasn’t occupied and threw his bag in before heading off to the galley. I swear. If they don’t have some alcohol on this death trap…

The trip, in Vincent’s eyes, was starting on the bloody best way ever- and he needed booze to make it even more glorious.

did it again.

"Curiosity."

Perhaps not the most enlightening of responses. Or perhaps it was. Much can be learned from omissions, just as it can be from statements. She advanced further into the galley, now definitely inside and near enough to Nixon without being too close.

"I wanted to see the stars. Far planets and ecologies, distant peoples, histories entirely distinct from our own... Forgive me for being so sentimental, but I've always wanted to see an alien sunset."

She smiled for a brief second, then nodded slightly and was back to normal. To an outside observer, it would seem strangely out of character for her, as if she'd just had an emotional moment of the sort she rarely expressed. Perhaps she had. Perhaps being in space, away from those who knew her, had made her feel slightly freer to be honest about herself. Or maybe she was still collecting data.

Analysis of the foodstuffs available revealed little. Pretty generic supplies, optimized primarily for long-term storage and nutrient density, though, fortunately, not entirely. There were a decent number of things clearly chosen to provide interesting meals, as opposed to simply maintaining biological functions. In particular, a supply of chocolate would need to be kept from falling entirely into the hands of certain members of the crew - Ms. Quinn and the young mechanic came to mind. Perhaps better they weren't immediately made aware of it...

Wait, "young"? The age difference was only one year.

Minerva took a moment to note that thought for later analysis, then turned away from the promptly-closed cabinet where she'd found the chocolate and back to Nixon.

"Macaroni would be nice. Thank you, Mr. Moreau."

She gave a slight bow, a habitual gesture of respect she'd picked up from her parents. But a slight smile was, to a particularly observant observer, visible on her face. She knew it would bother him, and was perhaps enjoying -

"And you?", she asked before she could finish that thought. "What brings you here?"

OOC: Artik, you got the location wrong, and forgot to tag Nixon. Also, formatting hiccup - you have [color-teal] where there should be an = instead of a - and it's making the color not show up. Also, for the record, italicized things here are thoughts, not things said out loud, which I'd always use quotation marks for. (I don't know the conventions here, so I thought it better to be explicit.)

Doc.

Well, it could be worse.

She nodded politely, another one of her habitual gestures of respect. There was a time, many years ago, when she'd have scoffed at such a simple meal. Putting herself through medical school had forced that attitude to change. Still, presentation could use some work - it wasn't bad, but even space food could be elegant. She made a note to check when she'd have kitchen duty, and what exactly she'd have available.

"Thank you." She gave him a brief, polite smile, then started in on the food. It was satisfactory.

And yet she found herself distracted by the view through the window. In part, she found herself wondering how this was safe. Transparent metal, or perhaps a force field? Neither was terribly uncommon technology, but either would seem a bit of a waste. On the other hand, while it could be more efficiently done with a camera and a viewscreen, she hoped that wasn't the case. It would ruin the magic of watching the world falling behind, as its children reached beyond the cradle and ventured away from their old home.

Goodbye, mom.

Hannah gave a small smirk as Vincent began to freak out over in his little corner, guess he just realised how little earth knew about these others planets, "Guess your not in it for the adventure than, huh buddy." She asked her bridge partner as she began to set the adjustment and controls for the ship onto cruise so that they wouldn't crash by accident. She heard him leave a little while later cursing slightly every now and than, giving a small smile she clicked on autopilot and injected the ships alarm into her body, the alarm would go off every time autopilot wasn't enough for the ship to continue its flight, like a meteor field or something that required actual skill and thought.

Giving a peaceful sigh, she leaned back in her chair staring out into the void of space. Stars shone through the inky blackness and created a picture of colour and lights. It was one of the main reason why she wanted to go on this venture, to see the space they lived in and see the beauty of the black night sky she always looked up at in wonder when she was a child.

"Sure is pretty Captain, the sky that is and you too." Hannah nearly jumped a mile high as Tori appeared behind her. She sent the women a small smile over her shoulder at her, before nodding her head in agreement. "It is, it's mainly why I wanted to be a pilot, so I could see the beauty of the night sky close up. Thanks for the skittle by the way, you have no idea how much I have been craving them!" She shock the green bag and tipped a few of the sweets into her mouth as demonstration, sighing a little in pleasure at the sweetness.

They stared at the sky together for a few moments in silence before Tori began to leave, "Well I'm off to the training room miss captain lady, catch ya later beautiful~". Hannah felt her cheeks heat up a little at the comment, it had been a while since anyone had been that nice or flirty with her. Shaking her head to get rid of it, Hannah also stood from her seat and made her way towards the crews quarters and grabbing the room next to her brothers so that they would be closer to each other. Letting out a small sigh of relief as she collapsed down onto the bed, Hannah drifted off into sleep.

~meanwhile~

After taking the inventory in the sick bay, Ricky decided to head back to his room, after all he had nothing better to do. Half way there though he had to pass past the galley and as he did his nose picked up the smell of food. Planning on ignoring it and just continuing after realising there were people inside, the shapeshooter and the medic, he soon changed his mind when his stomach let out a loud groan of protest and forced his feet to change direction and walk right into the occupied room.

Muttering a small hi so as not be rude if they had seen him enter, he kept his head down so as to not be noticed, the two seemed to be busy eating and talking so maybe he would be lucky and get away unseen. Opening up one of the cupboards he noticed a small foil pack of soup. Smiling happily behind his fringe, he moved towards the kettle as he set it to boil along with setting out two cups. Continuing to rummage through the cupboard, he finally found what he was looking for, giving a small squeak of triumph, he pulled out the box of fruit tea and honey before setting about filling the cups with boiling water and their respective food items.

"Ricky Gordon."

That was his name, yes? Minerva found herself embarrassingly unsure. She'd neglected to commit it to memory as she had with the others, and though she was pretty sure she had it right, she wasn't entirely so. She'd kind of glanced over him until now, and that bothered her. He was so... Subtle. Difficult to notice. Evasive.

Now why does that sound so familiar?

"Please, join us. There's no need to be afraid."

More to the point, the crew would need to be united on this mission. Being shy and quiet wasn't exactly a problem, in her mind - were it, it would be exceptionally hypocritical. If he wanted to keep to himself, that was his prerogative. On the other hand, making connections around here was going to be important, and perhaps this was one she should forge.

Also, as another science-y type, he'd probably have interesting things to say, and so befriending him just made sense. Perhaps the young mechanic would too, though she was a little loud for Minerva's tastes-

Young. Again, that strange word had snuck in. Odd.

Noting some hesitation on his part, she gestured to a nearby chair and again tried to convince him. "You're not interrupting anything. We were just talking about beauty."

A statement as meaningless as it was poetic.

Muttering to himself, Vincent had walked out of his room, his eyes vacant with thought. Why in the blazes didn’t I search this all earlier. He couldn’t believe himself, really. It wasn’t like Vincent to jump into anything without planning everything out earlier, but, well, most of the time. Except for those times he went off and stole articles and machine parts from the ghetto areas near the School of Knowledge.

Shaking his head again, Vincent looked up only to find himself in another room. “Oops,” he muttered, backing out of the room hastily and back onto the corridor that went through almost all of the ship, with many others branching off to who knows where- yet. “Sorry ‘bout that.” He muttered to no one in particular as he turned and took the right way to the Galley.

“Hey there Vince, you’re looking rather…nervous?” Vincent stopped in his tracks and turned around, quickly, his eyes narrowed with fear and anger. When he saw it was nothing but Tori behind him, Vincent sighed and shook his head, taking in the woman who stood almost of equal height. “It’s nothing, Tori, really.” He scratched his chin and resumed his slow walk towards the Galley. “Just figured out we’re in a death trap, ‘s all.” Vincent muttered darkly, as he shoved his hands into his pockets. The scowl on his face came back, as his shoulders hunched even further, making Vincent seem a lot shorter than he actually was. “I’m off to the Bridge to see if they stashed any booze on this damned ship, want to come with? I’ll just tell you, though, if there’s only a limited supply,” his face soured, “All of it’s mine.”

Turning once more, Vincent walked into the Galley, ignoring the two others already there as his mind was filled only with the need to find alcohol to drizzle down his throat. Starting with the cabinets closest to him, Vincent rummaged through them as he chanted- though he didn’t know- “Booze, booze, booze…” His search proved futile in that singular cabinet. All that met his inquisitive and searching hands were vials after vials of chemical substances. Why in the world do they have rare acids stored on this flying ship? Vincent thought, raising an eyebrow as he picked up an extremely rare- and expensive- acid from amongst the bottles that were stored in the cabinet. I could've made a fortune with this back on Earth! He stored it back in and glanced once more at the bottles in front of him. Cursing as he saw nothing that looked even slightly like booze, Vincent slammed the cupboard and went onto the next, his vigor renewed with the sight of the new, untouched and un-searched cabinet.

ugh i did it again >~<