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SX903 MATNAV, or simply Mat as he liked to be called, was growing slightly more irritable with each hour they remained docked at moon base. How was he supposed to expand his database while the Warhammer was stuck here? He already knew just about everything worth knowing regarding Earth and her Moon, although humans were certainly a fascinating species. So much potential, and yet so weak. Yet as far as carbon-based life forms went, hell even including some silicon ones, humans were in the running to be his favourite organics, though he'd hardly admit as much. After all Mat did prefer taking the form of a humanoid male with his holographic projection form, and the mathematically verified attractiveness of certain human females did take up far more processing power of his than it should have. His theory on such traits were that they were derived from his maker, scientist Yuri Krishna. Unfortunately he had never had a chance to verify such, for his maker had long been marked missing in action.

Alerted instantly to Captain Rayne's presence in the airlock, Mat grinned and didn't respond verbally initially, but the low and powerful grumble of the engines firing up was unmistakable. He had heard the order, loud and clear. The takeoff warning alarm sounded outside on the docks as the engines fired up, warning any not already on the ship that needed to be to move it or lose it. Once Captain Rayne had reached the bridge and was seated in his chair, Mat's holographic form flickered to life from the centre console. Obviously he had been there the whole time, but he enjoyed making an entrance. He was everywhere the ship was after all, he was a part of the Warhammer and the Warhammer was a part of him. "Welcome back, Captain. New directive not to your liking, I take it? Personally I don't care...anything to get off this rock." As if on cue the engines gave another powerful rumble as their core temperatures had reached the ideal level for maximum power and efficiency in flight. They would continue to idle until Mat detached the ship from its docking station. At the new directive, Mat simply nodded, the purple glow emitted from his body flashing brighter for a second. He was already on it, and running system checks on all flight and life support systems. It was all green an hour ago and all lights were green when he checked again, but there was simply no such thing as a system check too many.

His voice rang through the docking bay and the ship, mechanical though not completely devoid of deep human tones. "All hands, prepare for takeoff." Additionally he would contact all of the new crew members as requested by the Captain by their personal communicators, projecting his image out of it if their particular model allowed for it. "You have been requested by Captain Rayne to report to the bridge. You have ten minutes and counting." The first to arrive was the new logistics officer and Mat looked over him with a mild interest, muttering quietly under his breath to no one in particular. "Atan Vuloris, eh? I've read your file big fella. I approve of the choice." Then again, he had read everyone's files. Though certain crew members did have their fair share of red flags, none were without merit, not aboard the U.S.S. Warhammer, the finest ship in the fleet.