The Captain pulls down his hat, and straightens his posture.
"Thank you, Durandal, no music for now. That will be all...I need some peace and quiet.", Drake mumbles.
Time passes, and spotting the last crewman, James, take a seat, Drake clasps his hands and begins his speech.
"Well. Here we are, boys and girls. Stratevaria. 50 billion light years away from earth....so don't expect to see your mommy or daddy anytime soon."
He takes a deep breath, and presses a button on the briefing table, to bring up a holographic map....an empty map, with only the Marco Polo on the lower right corner.
"We've got lots of space to cover, and lots of shit to do....so let's get one thing straight."
He looks at everyone in the room, and continues,
"Some of you ain't gonna like each other. Hell, some of you might have even tried to kill one another. But it doesn't matter. Whether you were born in earth, mars, or jupiter....whether you be a normal, a GMP, a cyborg....you're part of the crew now. You're gonna need each other, so I expect you to work together."
The Captain fixes his hat, then stands up, pacing around the table.
"Also, I ain't gonna lie. This trip's most likely going to be boring. And if everything goes well, it will be. You joined the Marco Polo not to fight, but to explore. If you wanted to simply shoot people, you would've stayed on eath. Least that's what I'm hoping. Kids these days don't seem to read the fine print....", the Captain grouchily mumbles.
He finally stops pacing.
"In any case...my first point stands. Get to know each other. Mingle, talk,.... and try not to kill each other." judging by his annoyed tone, seems like that last pard happens quite a lot....
"You'll get plenty of chances to do that once you head to the mess hall. That'll be all.", the Captain then looks at Darkstar, who nods.
Darkstar walks from his wall, and begins his drill sergeant nasty routine once more, cracking his knuckles.
"ALRIGHT, LIGHTWORLDERS! You may not be seein' a lotta action out here in Stratevaria, but you'll still need to keep yourself FIT and HEALTHY! So here's today's schedule!"
"Head down to the mess hall, and eat your damn breakfast in 20 minutes! You'll have time to relax for an hour, LET THAT FOOD DIGEST, then we're going to meet at the training room, and you're going to SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT!! I've seen your profiles, but words means NOTHING if your actions can't prove them! NEXT, familiarize yourself with the layout of the ship --- talk, read, whatever.... while we sort you people out, place you in your units, give you your schedules."
Darkstar puts his hands behind his back, and looks around, at everybody, with those steely eyes of him.
"You better give me an impressive show, boys and girls, cause I'm here to keep an eye on you, NOT babysit. Now, MOVE!"