Sable beat the sun to its chase, rising much earlier than it would over the horizon. With having risen, he arranged his bed proper and prepared himself for the uncharted territory that was the day ahead of him. He could make many predictions of how the day could unfold, but he knew not what outcome the day would favour. After all, he hadn't even the slightest briefing of the other members that had been recruited for the organization. Of course, this was his suggestion; a measure of precaution to prevent information from circuiting to those with ill intentions.

Surely with the mission at hand, he could trust that only the elite would be considered an option. Examining his reflection in the mirror, he thought that perhaps it would be rather wise if the organization consisted entirely of the Ilstotic race. His black irides scrutinized the disheveled state of his hair, a blunt reminder of his less than admirable quality; human blood. The Ilstotic had wondrously straight hair, not even one onyx strand out of place. Rearranging those silk like strands, he withdrew his former idea as a favourable one, recalling the Ilstotics' regards of his genetic makeup. Furrowing his up-swept brows, the Ilstotic became slightly unsettled at the human emotion surfacing within his thoughts, the subtle green hued complexion of his skin slightly darkening at the tips of his pointed ears.

Sable brushed off the unfavourable display of emotion to refrain from the provocation of others arising. Leaving his thoughts at the mirror, the Ilstotic made his way to the transporter base. Moments after stepping onto the black pad, Sable's being vanished, engulfed by a curious light. He again appeared on another transporter pad, aptly stepping off. "Mr. Toim," Sable greeted a squat, balding man, pressing two fingers to his own lips, his forehead and then to Mr. Toim's shoulder; an Ilstotic gesture, liable to change depending on status and relationship.

Mr. Toim, a human man, simply nodded his head in regards to Sable's greeting. "The others have yet to arrive but are expected within the hour," he spoke, his voice gruff, words muffled by his moustache. "Come and I'll take you to the vessel you'll be manning," he grumbled, making his way down a hall, his walk much like a waddle in comparison to the proud strides and impeccable posture of the Ilstotic beside him. "After the rest have acquainted themselves with their quarters, and each other, of course, we'll begin the exam," he said, entering an immense room. Within the room proudly stood a ship, the sight of this ship gave Sable a sense of pride. He had to refrain from smiling and instead slightly arched a brow; this was his design. "I trust you won't need to be acquainted with the ship," he ventured, looking in to the Ilstotic's black eyes.

"You are correct," the Ilstotic agreed, masking that pride with his cool and calm demeanour. "Should we wait for the arrival of the other members?" Sable suggested, his eyes still upon the grand craft.