Captain McCoy
Captain McCoy had it arranged so that he had come out of his own period of cryosleep several weeks before they were released from Hyperspace. He wanted to make sure that he was in peak physical condition for whenever they actually landed on the planets that they were supposed to be studying, he would have nothing less than to be on the first exploration team.
The first couple of days had been agonizing. He went through the rehabilitation process, albeit with a few difficulties. His body hadn't taken well to almost six months of full sleep, his mind had always made him restless to be doing things. Combine that with the fact that he pushed himself extra hard, just to make sure that none of the crew saw his weakness, and it might as well have been hell for him.
Today was the day, however, and he was glad that he was back to one hundred percent by this time. He had constant information flowing into the Bridge for him to review, making sure that their exit from Hyperspace wouldn't be absolutely disastrous. So far, everything seemed fine. People were being roused out of cryosleep, the engines were running well, the ship was still stocked enough to make it back home even if they stayed here for a while. As a captain, there was nothing more that he could want from the Hyperion.
He received the report that they were supposed to be exiting hyperspace any minute and he felt his stomach launch up into his throat. He was suddenly nervous. He had no reason to be, everything was running fine, but this was everything to him. This one mission dictated the rest of his career, the rest of his life, and his legacy.
He stood for a moment, he was really too nervous to sit. The moment that he got to his feet, they exited hyperspace. The feel of it was dizzying, he actually had to return to his seat for a moment as he got his bearings. Then his eyes widened. From out of the front of the ship he could see the star system in front of him. They had done it, they had been the first humans to ever successfully make it outside of the solar system. He couldn't help but let out a laugh and a large smile spread across his face.
He knew that the Admiral would be up and about by now so he went ahead and sent a message to him. "Congratulations old man, how does it feel to be the Grand Admiral of the first space expedition outside our solar system? Forget Mayor of Lockhart Admiral, I'd be surprised if you weren't nominated for president. Congratulations in advance."
The message might have been a little much, but he was excited. The entire Bridge had actually gone up in celebration. There was lots of shouting about how they had done it, lots of hugs going around, high fives, applause, and some people just stared dumbfounded at the system before them. He allowed the crew their moment of celebration, they deserved it. They had done one hell of a job keeping this thing up and running for almost two and half years through hyperspace. He was probably more proud of this crew than any other he had ever lead.
He stood up out of his seat and began to address those on the Bridge. "Alright, alright, settle down! First of all, I'd like to congratulate you all on such a good job. I salute each and every one of you. Second of all, I'd just like to say... welcome to the star system of Kepler-62!" More applause and cheers went up. He couldn't help but laugh good heartedly at this. "Take a moment to compose yourself then start running ship diagnostics. We may have made it, but let's make sure that exiting hyperspace didn't mess with our ships. That's all."