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(OOC: Sorry for the length but Introduction paragraphs are always so long...)

Hannah stood at the doors to the base, leaning lazily with her eyes shut against the sun, patiently waiting for her kid brother to show. It was such a small world when both siblings had gotten onto the voyage and Hannah couldn't wait to see her little brother again. It has been 3 years, if she remembered correctly, their only contact being phone calls and emails.

"S-sorry I'm l-late.", Hannah grinned and opened her eyes at the tell tale signs of her little brother arriving. His stuttering and soft voice as well as her hurried footsteps as he made has way across the courtyard. "I j-just f-forgot something back at t-the labs..."He trailed off as he arrived in front of her, a shy smile on his face and his cheeks a bright red with embarrassment.

"It's been to long Ricky." She said as she sweep the small 18 year old into a tight hug, lifting him into the air slightly before placing him back down when he began to ask for air. "Let's head inside. They will start the briefing in the main room with the other 5 members. They should all be here now, you and I are probably the last ones in." She sent Ricky a amused smile which he returned nervously, glancing at the bases doors as if they lead to his death.

"O-okay, L-let's go..." He said hesitantly. The sibling entered the base together and began to walk down one of the corridors the desk lady pointed to. The corridor had no doors or windows, the only light in the room being that of artificial lights. Reaching the end of the corridor there sat one single door.

Ready for this Ricky?" She asked jokingly as the two stared at the closed door, to anyone else she would of seemed confident, joking with her little brother and having a carefree attitude to the whole situation, however Ricky could see the little things that made his sister tick, the things that showed how stressed and scared she actually was. The things that no else could see because they didn't know her, they hadn't been with her all their lives or gotten to know her the way Ricky had. He sometimes couldn't help but feel slightly proud how much of an open book Hannah was to him, just him.

Reaching out his hand to grip his sister's, sending her another shy but comforting smile. "Let's go.", For once his voice came out steady as they entered the room.

Inside sat 3 other women and 2 men, all looking to be in their late teens or early twenties like Hannah and her brother, except for one of the men who looked to be slightly older. Looking at all the people in the room, the siblings have each a once over.

The man who looked to be slightly older than the rest was tall and had dark spiky hair, multi coloured eyes like Hannah and was dressed in an outfit that mainly consisted of black. You could see just faintly, if you were looking, that his hands were not real and were mechanic.
The other man looked to be more around Hannah's age and had wild, teal coloured hair and an athletic build, standing slightly smaller than the other man but taller than Ricky. The most eye catching thing about the man though, is the fact that he seemed to be wearing a gas mask for some reason, that completely covered his face.
All three females seemed to be around Hannah's age, excepted for a girl who was probably around Ricky's. She had fiery orange hair tied up into a ponytail and amber eyes, she was dressed in a hoodie and jeans, with a set of headphone around her neck and a pair of goggles like Hannah's own.
The next women had short black hair cut to her chin and interesting blue eyes, she was dressed in very bright and strange clothing which caused Hannah to grin ever so slightly at them in all their eye catching worth. Finally, someone who understood the value of bright, bizarre cloths!
The final women made Hannah's grin widen and intensify as she saw her biker garb, with a purple helmet resting against her hip. She had teal coloured hair that was mostly brushed to hang from the left, while a scare ran along the right side of her head and Her eyes were an interesting blue color.

After the siblings had given everyone a good once over. Hannah gave a confident smirk and strolled into the room, dragging her shy brother behind her.
"Sup y'all, Names Hannah Gordon and I'm your pilot. You need to fly somewhere, you call me." She said confidently while facing the group, her little brother hidden slightly behind her back, as he gazed awkwardly at everyone. Noticing this, Hannah gave a small sigh and pushed the shy boy forwards slightly and gave him a nod, indicating her should introduce himself.
"Ahh... M-my n-names Ricky G-Gordon... I-I'm y-your scientist..." He said quitely, managing to mumble it out with a pink face before retreating to hide behind his sister.

(Oh my, I didn't even realize posts went in places until now, and I can't find a way to move this. Eek! Reposting under the correct location...)

And so all have arrived. Interesting, perhaps, that the pilot would be the last. She hadn't seemed to notice, or perhaps she had and was covering for herself. Either way, the young doctor observing the room from her seat in the corner would have been more apologetic.

Though that's usually the case. And they weren't late, just not early. And so she filed that information away for later consideration as more data became available, in a new folder specifically created for notes on her new crewmates. Interfacing one's memories with a computer had its advantages, organization among them.

The brother was more interesting. Simple timidity, or something deeper? Perhaps overly sheltered by his sister. Something else to make a note of. As medic, she would certainly end up handling a variety of psychological issues on this ship, besides the physical ones. It was simply good record-keeping.

For almost the first time in this meeting-room, she spoke - not much point in introductions that would have to be repeated, after all. "Sato. Minerva Sato. Medical officer." She nodded. "Welcome aboard."

Various subtle reactions from the others were noted and recorded in their respective files in her digitalized memory. And that was it. She'd said what she'd wanted to say, and gotten what data she could. Proper analysis would have to wait until more was available, but it was a start. She was especially interested in getting the boy - Ricky - to form relationships among the crew - a mission like this would not go well unless everyone was on good terms with each other.

Acting as a counselor was not explicitly spelled out in the description of the medic's duties, but it was implied, and as far as Minerva Sato was concerned it should be. She took the mental and social health of the crew quite seriously. Ironic, perhaps, given how uninvolved she herself was with social interactions. But so it goes.

Much to the mechanic's surprise, she'd been the earliest one to the meeting. Then again, she supposed with the Academy of Technology being the closest to the Government base, CC supposed it was to be expected. During the brief time she'd spent in the comfort room, it seemed everyone else had arrived. She stood by the doorway to the toilet, waiting for everyone else to finish speaking before introducing herself.

"Hi there! I'm CC, your mechanic." When everyone turned their attention to her, she gave them a mock salute, grinning as she did. She collapsed into her seat, the chair rolling into the boy named Ricky. "Whoops, sorry!" She inclined her head, a hand up to her mouth to indicate an apology. When he avoided her gaze, she simply shrugged and turned around so fast she probably gave him whiplash. Probably just super shy, unlike majority of the group. And while most of them did share that characteristic, each individual was wildly different from the other, not just in appearance but also in general demeanor and attitude. The orange-haired girl wondered just how well they'd mesh once they'd spent x number of days confined within the same ship. Even the best friendships experienced strained when being in such close quarters for so long. How about a group of strangers?

For one thing, the brother/sister duo was a study in contrasts by themselves. Hannah, their pilot and CC's supposed worst enemy considering their jobs, looked like the kind of chick who preferred independence and being followed. Her brother was the exact opposite, and much to CC's chagrin, he looked much prettier than all of the women in the group. She wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not.

The latest to introduce himself was their tactician, and he looked older than majority of the group, most of him looked fresh out of school. Technically though, CC supposed they did just get out of school. He seemed like someone she would get along with, so no problems in that department.

Their doctor wasn't one to stand out, but given her area of expertise, maybe that was for the best. Minerva, if she'd recalled properly. Maybe she'd be just like their school doctor and nag at her to treat the small wounds that decorated her person. Guess she'd find out when that situation arrived.

Yellow eyes slid over to the two teal-haired individuals, a wry smile forming on her face at the strange coincidence. No matter how you cut it, teal was not a color you often dyed your hair. And amusingly enough, both people were combat-oriented. Was it a rule in that academy to dye your hair teal? The image of a class filled with teal haired individuals was absurd and brought forth an audible chuckle. Between the two though, CC was rather fixated on the male. The flirt was met with a raised eyebrow, but CC didn't judge yet; homosexuals weren't that unusual in this day and age. Nixon, however, was definitely being mysterious with his chosen accessory. The gas mask was unusual and definitely not one she'd dealt with before. And why would anyone cart around a gas mask on a regular basis?

A silence had fallen on the group and Cecilia felt the need to fill it.

"Hey guys, if our ship ends up with a malfunction or someone planted a bomb and we go kabloeey," Her hands moved in rhythm with her words, visibly acting out whatever she was saying. Her hands spread out and mimicked an explosion just as she said "kabloeey", her tone remaining light as she considered one of the worst mishaps to happen to them. It was a definite possibility, and CC had unknowingly probably made a few people in the room nervous. "For the record, leave my corpse alone. While I'm not the captain, I'll go down with the ship." She giggled, but she was partially serious.

"Let's all hope it doesn't happen though. I'd like the chance to take apart Nixon's mask." See, first name basis already. While the words were meant as a joke, there was just a hint of earnest to indicate she really did want to do it.

As people began to state their names and stations in their own unique way, the siblings began to place names to faces. Both silently judging each members personality from the short passage they gave as introduction.

Well they both were until the biker, who was now identified as Tori, opened up a pack of sour skittles and Hannah lost all conscious of the world around her, only focusing her gaze in on the bag of sugary, fruity, rainbowy goodness that she has been craving since her last fix only a few hours ago. Her eyes glazed over and she could feels the drool trying to slip out of her mouth, the only thought going though her mind was that of the multi coloured sweets.

Ricky noticed his sisters glazed eyes and gave a small smile, before being knocked into by the Mechanic girl, CC. Avoiding the girls gaze like the plague as she said an apologie, he felt his cheeks heat up as his wild, blonde fringe fell forward to cover his eyes. He could feel a slight shiver run down his spine as if someone was watching him, glancing around the room though his thick fringe he couldn't help but feel something really, really bad was going to happen soon...

The introductions had finished and now the group stood in silence, waiting for someone to talk. Ricky began to give Hannah's arm a few hard tugs to try and wake her up from her skittle induced daze, jumping slightly when the girl CC began to talk causing the small shakeing in his body to appear from fear of death as she had suggested. Glancing at his sister once more in desperation, he gave one last hard tug which pulled the girl slightly off balance and waking her up just in time to hear the last of CC's words.

Quicky regaining her balance, an amused smirk easily slide onto the girls face as she turned her back to her rainbow drug. "I think most of us will be going down with the ship if that happens. But let's make a deal, you look after the StarFire likes she's your baby and I will fly her so that we don't crash and die an untimely death.", Her smirk grew wider as she glanced between Nixon and CC, before continuing, "And I think most of us here want to get that mask off his face. After all, that's what happens when you come here all mysterious and shrouded, people generally want to pick your apart until they know all your secrets." She finished off while sending Nixon an evil smile, eyes closed and her face the picture of pure innocence.

Suddenly a crackling was heard across the room, brings all it's occupants to attention as a voice spoke through the intercom.

"Welcome recruits, you have been chosen by your relative schools to part take in a mission that could very well determine the future of the human race. It's to late to back out now and if you did than we have a very nice prison cell and death sentence waiting for you.

Your mission is to travel to 6 planets that have the potential to become Mankind's new home, the coordinates have been given to your pilot and navigator, or caption if you will, for this mission Hannah Gordon. She will get you to all your destinations and than it will be your task to complete the role assigned to you.

Each of you have a purpose, the fighter and marksman are there to mainly protect the group though I have no doubt some of you can fight, if not all. Mechanic is too fix up the ship and other people's Bionics if anything should happen while the medic will be taking care of the health of the body, and the mind in some cases.

The tactician is to plan your decent onto the planet, each planet has inhabitants and you will need a strategy to get onto each planet safely and without causing problems. The tactician will also plan any course of action needed to be taken, escape plans, battle plans and even recon plans.

The scientist job is to test the planet and ensure we have accurate data of each. We do not know much about these planets and this is why you are going on this mission. You are to explore, record and return.

A women will be in shorty to show you to the StarFire200IO, Good luck."

And with that the voice cut off and an strictly dressed women entered the room, her hair was pulled back from her face and she wore a pair of glasses which obscured her eyes. She scanned the room, stopping as her gaze crossed each person in turn before moving onto the next. Nodding her head once she was done, she simply did a 'follow me' gesture before walking out the door and heading down a corridor towards the hanger.

The group followed and a varying degree of emotions crossed each a face as they finally saw the StarFire. Hannah's eyes widen slightly before taking on a sparkling effect, a awed and enchanted grin crossing her face, while her brother glanced nervously between the ship and the women, wondering if she was actually serious.

goddamnit, ya'll made me mess up the stupid location thing..

Yup, that's a space ship.

Fortunately, it seemed like a nice one. People sometimes neglect how important something looking good can be, especially if it's intended for long-term habitation. A pleasing form and pleasant surroundings just make people more comfortable with things. And so, whoever had designed the aesthetics of the ship had Minerva's gratitude. Hopefully the inside would match.

And hopefully it wouldn't feel like the dorms back at school.

But that's all there really was to say about the ship. Others reactions to it, though... The general reaction seemed positive, which was a good sign. Excitement seemed high; they seemed to look forward to setting off. Perhaps foolishly so, as there still wasn't too much data available to them. Perhaps there was more on the ship's computers - which Minerva hoped would interface with hers - or perhaps there really just wasn't much more known. Vincent, at least, seemed to concur, and exhibited definite signs of nervousness, which didn't do much to console the same nervousness Minerva was trying to hide.

And then there was the young scientist. Both easy and hard to read at the same time. Easy, because his general emotional state was blatantly obvious. Hard, because the reasons behind those emotions weren't. There seemed to be something he was hiding - something responsible for his extreme shyness, which would be hard to find because of it. In this case, though, it was simpler. He was nervous about the mission, same as anyone sensible.

Which apparently didn't include at least one member of the crew. Tori's primary concern right now seemed to be eating candy. Overconfidence, or perhaps faked confidence? Probably the former.

"Is there anything further we are waiting for before boarding? I would like to get acquainted with the ship, and especially my infirmary."

"I'll do my best el piloto." Or however you said it. CC had never taken a Spanish class in her life. Most of her electives were spent on human biology, thanks to her interest in bionics. "And if we still fail, let's hope our tactician has a plan for us."

An amused grin slowly formed on CC's face as Nixon made a show of taking off his mask. The face that showed behind the mask was nothing out of the ordinary, and the mechanic didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. She didn't wish some sort of tragic past for him after all, but he'd definitely have made quite a colorful character. "Looks like we have a showstopper."

"I nominate Nixon for my best friend in the ship." CC's face lit up like a child's on Christmas day when the mask was thrown in her direction. Her hands systematically ran over it, her focus completely on it even as she listened simultaneously to the conversation at hand. It looked like she hadn't heard Nixon's words, but it was quickly proven otherwise when she responded with her own quip.

"I'll do my best, but my right hand has a mind of its own." As if to mark the end of the conversation, the intercom crackled to life. While CC didn't look up from her study of Nixon's mask, her ears picked up whatever information she needed.

"Isn't this mission its own death sentence and prison?" There was no malice in the statement; only a matter of fact tone of voice. There might've been a hint of resignation, but that could be attributed to the fact she'd rather much spend time getting a better gauge of her teammates than listening to the droning voice. She didn't need the info about everyone's tasks; that was pretty much common sense. She looked up briefly to Minerva, who was their medic. Should anyone's bionics fail, she and the doc would be working in tandem.

Yellow eyes slid up to the door, where the woman that had been announced arrived. Like the rest of the team, she stood up, holding the mask in her left hand as she took her messenger bag off the floor. They were an interesting bunch, that was for sure. A shadow fell over her and a hand came within her line of sight. She broke out into a grin as she looked up to the much taller male.

"Aww, I wanted to play with it more." She stuck out a tongue, but handed the mask over. He looked a bit uncomfortable without it. Just as he turned to leave, CC raised a hand, calling up for him to wait for her as she rummaged her bag. She tried to keep in pace with him, his longer strides making it difficult for her. Just as they came in view of the ship, she found what she was looking for.

"Here you go!" A gloved hand gestured for him to open his own, and once he followed orders, CC released a bottle and a piece of cloth sealed in plastic. The former was disinfectant which came out in spray or liquid, depending on which button you pressed. She always kept both at hand. "Disinfectant and cleaning cloth; kinda gross to use it after I've run my hands through it, right?"

Finally, she turned to look at their ship, and let out a low whistle of appreciation. "Hannah, treat her well please. It'd be such a shame for it to become all battered and bruised." It was nice to know that majority of the group agreed with her sentiments, especially aesthetics wise. Sleek and modern, it definitely looked every inch the space ship straight out of a modern sci fi novel. However, she was much more interested in what ran under the hood. Sure, she'd been given the specs and other related information, but there was nothing like actually running around and checking it herself.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, an unexpected voice beat her to the punch. Minerva, their medic. It was nice she'd chosen to speak. "I agree with Minmin;" Minerva was such a mouthful. Not really. "I'd like to check the engine room out for any errors." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she knew everyone was replaying what she'd said earlier. If what she said did turn out true, at least they could take comfort in the knowledge their motormouth mechanic would be the first to go. It usually started in the engine room after all.

Hannah grinned at everyone's positive reactions, giving Ricky's hand a quick squeeze and a small smile from the corner of her eye to stop some if his apprehension. Listening to the groups desire to board becoming stronger drew a small smirk from Hannah.

"Wanna tell them why it's not a good idea to get to close yet?" She whispered to be brother quietly from the corner of her mouth, small knowing grin in place. She had to wonder how many of them had been around a spaceship before? Probably just a few, so they wouldn't know and Ricky could probably see it with his eyes.

"T-there's a a field a-around it... R-right...?" Hannah smiled slightly as Ricky activated his zoom, getting a good look at the force fields particular structure, "D-doesn't l-look like it w-would h-hurt or th-throw someone b-back...", He glanced at the ship, his head twisted slightly to the side with a curious glint in his eyes.

Glancing around Hannah noticed the women was gone, it was a pretty straight forward layout for the ship, the floor plan would also be tapped to the wall right across from the entrance. Rooms were random, they were all the exact same and you could have anyone you wanted, though you weren't allowed to bunk. Grinning evilly at the idea, Hannah knew that was going to be broken for Ricky's case at least for the first few months, with him nervous space travel and all.

There were 7 basics editions to the ship if she remembered correctly for this type of design, which she studied a couple of years ago. You had your Brig, Gallory, Sick Bay, Training Rooms, Crew Quarters, Engine room and finally her primary home, the bridge and command center!

"You guys might not want to enter that ship just yet. Basic procedure in hangers, especially military hangers, it a field. It won't hurt you, just mark you with a tracker. It's not much of a surprise them being nervous, what with a bunch of 'kids' about to travel into space alone." She commented as she grinned and began to walk towards the control center, and giving the whole system a quick scan before turning to CC with an innocent smile on her face. "Hayyyyy, CC... Want to have some fun and use you amazing Mechanic skills and deactivate the field radio." She acted innocently as she pointed out a bunch of tangled wires and a transmitter, the transmitter would handle the whole ship, even the take off, but if CC knew which wire to cut for the field than they were all good to go. Hannah didn't want to be tracked throughout the whole voyage and continued being watched once she returned home.

Once that field was done, Hannah was gone, confused little brother to watch nervously at her back as she ran towards the bridge, leaving him to awkwardly stand there. Glancing at the map on the wall, Ricky hesitantly made his way towards the crew quarters were he could hide away for a little while before his sister returned from pilot heaven, in her opinion.

Hannah entered the bridge and nearly broke down, it was beautiful. She was going to be allowed to fly they magnificent piece of technology? "I must of done something good in my past life.", She didn't think anyone had followed her towards the bridge, probably looking around to see where they would be mainly working or what rooms they wanted, and Hannah took the few minutes alone to just sit there and appreciate the sight before her before quickly getting up and hopping into the pilot seat. She began to flick on the engines and could hear the sweet purr from all the way down in the engine room, flicking on the intercom to the ship as she continued to set the spaceship up for flight, she let her voice come out.

"Hello and welcome abroad this sexy metallic beast, this is your captain speaking. Because I don't know how to be patient and my hands are itching to fly, we will be taking off... Right now!", with that preparations were done and she felt the StarFire lift off, feeling as it became completely her responsibility and now was under her control, and that was one of the main reasons she lived for this, for flying. It was one of the few things she always had complete control over, and so far that had yet to change.

AWWW SH*T! I messed up lol I didn't realize sorry >~<

CC let out the most unladylike snort when Nixon called for shotgun, then let out a loud laugh right after. That was more childish than she'd expected from him, but she supposed first impressions weren't everything. While most of the time first impressions were correct, for CC at least, it seemed for this particular band of ragtag men and women had a lot of layers. It was going to be fun finding what they were really like.

Shaking her head, she spoke in easy tones. "You'll get no competition from me; I'll be in the engine room, where the real excitement is."

Just as they were about to head in, their pilot and her brother had a mini-discussion before turning to her. Was this a challenge from their captain? If it was, the fiery girl would be happy to meet it head-on.

"Whoops, forgot about that. It's been a while since I last saw one." Truth be told though, CC had no strong feelings either way about being tracked. They could follow her to the loo for all she cared. But if Hannah didn't like it, she supposed they didn't have much of a choice. Their ship couldn't leave without a pilot after all; while CC was a fair hand at driving in general, she probably wouldn't be able to keep it up for very long. Taking off the glove to her right hand, she studied the mass of wires. Did these people have no sense of organization? "Hey if I cut the wrong one, what do you think will happen?" She simply smiled but continued to study the transmitter and wiring, until she finally managed to identify which one it was.

Lacking all the finesse that she'd been trained for, CC aimed her hand at the right wire and... fired! She quickly closed and pulled her hand away before it could cause any further damage. The sound of static filled the air for a few seconds before disappearing, and CC saluted everyone. "Done. Let's all hope and pray that wasn't the anti-heat shield for takeoff and landing. Now who wants to shake hands in congratulations?" She waggled her fingers at them, letting out a chuckle as she did so.

When no one volunteered and instead headed for the ship, the young mechanic waddled behind, stuffing her right hand into her hoodie pocket. Her pinky and ring finger had malfunctioned, no doubt thanks to using her laser. With a sigh, she tried to figure out what was wrong. The heat from the laser probably overheated some of the wiring that acted as the nervous system. That was the problem with testing out new pieces of technology on herself; if it malfunctioned, she could only blame herself. The laser was only a recent addition to her bionic hand.

Their tactician was being a loner and talking to himself, which piqued the mechanic's over inquisitive mind. "Come on Pops, time to get a move on." She reached up, lightly slapped his temple through the cloth hoodie, and held up a peace sign as she grinned. When you were with CC, personal space simply didn't exist.

Finally she entered the ship, fairly pleased with what she found inside. The exterior didn't lie about the interior. She immediately headed for the engines, but thought that maybe leaving her clothes and other things in her crew room would be better. To compromise, she simply kicked her mechanics items into the Engine room, the bag falling into place underneath the table with a satisfying thump.

"Score one for CC." Her right hand remained in her hoodie; she'd fix it once they started cruising.

She entered the room nearest, and was a bit startled to find someone inside already. "Hi Ricky!" The boy was frighteningly shy that he almost made the outgoing mechanic feel awkward. Almost. She was much more focused on her current dilemma. "Is this your room? Would you mind if we do a switch? I want to be nearest the engine room." When his enthusiastic sister came over the intercom, yellow eyes slid over to meet his, a small laugh passing her lips. "She's in her element, definitely. I better head over to my station. Come down if you wanna watch."

Once she was inside, she booted up the computer within, undoing her own wrist computer to sync it with the bigger device. A robotic voice started to tell her the status of the various parts it took to keep the ship afloat even as CC went to check those sections herself. "Status alerts every fifteen minutes." It correctly repeated her instructions. Once she was done doing the check up and everything was in order, she started setting up the needed materials for the bionic surgery she would be performing in a bit. In the meanwhile, she activated the intercom to let them know of how the ship was doing. "All systems are a-okay! We're not exploding or meeting a fiery demise today!"

Vincent had been muttering to himself, bent forwards with his eyes fixed on the ship. His eyes darted to and fro as he took in the overall shape and build of the ship. I swear…I have never seen a model like this over the hundreds of thousands of books I’ve read so far…except that one scroll that dated back a few centuries ago. He pulled at his beard again, his eyes squinting, until suddenly, a voice broke through his reverie. “Come on Pops, time to get a move on.” CC slapped his head through his hoodie and walked away, leaving the tactician bewildered and a little bit insulted.

“I’m not that old! For Christ’s sake-“ he mumbled darkly as he followed the rest of the expedition crew, and entered the ship right after CC, him towering over her as they walked into the spacious entrance room of the StarFire 2001O. “Well, I’ll be damned…” Vincent muttered as he looked at the sleek surfaces and the corridors that led off to the multiple rooms that were open. He laughed lightly as he walked into the bridge to see the interface to the side of the captain. He let out a soft whistle as he sat down in the plush chair, a groan leaving him as he finally sat down.

He looked at the buttons in front of him, a sly grin on his face, and then reached forward and turned the interface on. Vincent slowly grabbed the seatbelt around him and buckled himself, the seatbelt forming an X across his chest. “Calibrating,” a female voice said, as the word appeared on the screen in front of Vincent, “Face recognition, complete. Vincent Velorien, tactician; welcome aboard.” Vincent grinned as the interface expanded, to show the different selections for the multiple planets that they were supposedly going to go to, including personal biographies of the others on the ship with him.

He turned, his chair swiveling, to face the captain as she gleefully said, “Hello and welcome aboard this sexy metallic beast, this is your captain speaking. Because I don’t know how to be patient and my hands are itching to fly, we will be taking off… right now!” The smile that had been on Vincent’s face slipped off as he felt the ship rumble and lift off from the platform it had been parked in.

Quickly swiveling his chair back into place, Vincent pulled out the interface to see the different planets, observing them each before he turned once again to face Hannah. “Captain!” he yelled over, the soft rumbling that filled the ship reverberating in his body, the noise filling his ears, “Which planet do you plan on going to first?” With a few practiced swipes of his hand, he sent the extremely basic overviews of the different planets they were supposed to visit. He tapped the interface again and orb forms appeared on top of the explanations of the planets- images of what the planets looked like from space.

“I personally prefer…wait…this one.” He said into the microphone beside him he had just found and had just linked to the captain’s seat, while once again tapping away on the screen, letting the screen light up as the planet lit up with a bright light as well. Vincent shrugged and turned his chair once again to look at the captain. “Well? What do you think?” His eyes glinted with fun and anticipation- with a little bit of fear- as he awaited Hannah’s answer.

damnit

And they're off.

Minerva supposed she should check out the infirmary. If there was a sudden crisis, she wouldn't want to be learning it on-the-fly. Trying to solve medical problems for an unfamiliar patient with unfamiliar equipment in an unfamiliar setting is how one doesn't realize the neuroressecutator doesn't automatically reset for some reason and fails a lab practical. Though in fairness, outside of the contrived circumstances of that simulation, any mildly competent nurse would have given warning, or not used such outdated equipment in the first place. But that all being said, the odds of something coming up this early into the trip were sufficiently low to make a trip to the galley first acceptable.

Also, she was hungry.

Minerva arrived shortly after Nixon. She elected to take a few moments to observe before making her presence known. But aside from a pleasingly methodical search pattern, there didn't seem to be any information to be gleaned here.

"Ah, Mr. Moreau," she said when she saw him turning in a manner that would bring her into his line of sight. She did find his appearance unusual, perhaps strange, but attempted to withhold judgement and remain cordial - successfully at that, almost certainly, due to years of experience. "It appears we are of the same mind here. Would you mind if I were to join you?" She stepped forward as she asked that, not quite entering the galley proper, making it clear that she wanted to without being aggressive about it. How would he react? It could be interesting.