Star Ho'

As the generators activated so did the ship's internal lighting, the luminosity wasn't strong, but enough that the crew didn't feel uncomfortable. "Attention, several crew members haven't reported for duty, crew members go as such Commander Liam Pepir Executive officer, Doctor Alexander West Medical Officer and Cin'in Trezn, Quatermaster." T.O.O.L stated in his most authoritarian voice.

Liam Pepir was wearing his navy blues as he took his steps past Cin'in and unlocked the door with his own ID, basically ignoring the Han Ren, as he walked into the hangar his eyes spotted the captain and he made his way over to him. Liam Pepir stood at five foot eleven, his body was muscular and his face stern. He was earth Native, of African ancestry with a bald head and black moustache above his lip.

He saluted the captain who was slightly older than he "Commander Liam Pepir, reporting for duty sir" he stated, while stood at full attention.

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Cin'in looks back around the loading dock and shakes his head, cursing in his native tongue. Mashing the intercom's button again, he repeats, "Hey! This is Cin'in Trezn! I need my ID to work!"

Cin'in gives a faint sigh as he makes his way back to his office's door, swiping his card as the sounds of the locking mechanisms disengaging invade his ears. Stepping inside, he finds a nearby chest, checking the drawers. The Han'ren retrieves a nicely tailored work uniform, and lays it on the table, stripping off his old uniform as he prepares to shower.

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Inis looks up guiltily, "Uh... Yeah, yeah, it is." Inis smiles at Josh, brushing her hair back from her face. "You are the... Pilot, right?" Inis holds out a hand, "Officer Truesight, Inis, if you want."

The Han'ren steps from his shower, his fur matted against his body as he quickly makes his way to his chair, grabbing his suit. Dressing, he slips his ID onto its clip, sitting down at his desk as he begins typing, ears twitching as he checks over the requests, none.

Looking down at his PDA, he types a message into it, setting a reminder as he stands back up, leaving his officer before he begins to walk up to the operating floor of the craft.

Heather wheeled around the ship for a while, bumping into multiple walls in the view of many cameras, not causing any physical damage, but it certainly gave her a headache. After a few minutes, she rolled into the intercom, accidentally turning it on, she booted up her voice synth, and spoke into the intercom. "T.O.O.L? My sensors appear to be... Malfunctioning.. Could you guide someone towards my location? Pretty please?" She asked, linking her audio receptor to the intercom speaker, waiting patiently for a response.

"I need you to gather up the crew and tell them to report to their stations. We will be launching soon," Captain Trevelyan replied.

"Yes, sir." Commander Pepir said before curtly nodding and setting off to complete his task.

One of the greatest minds in the fleet, huh? Interesting. The Captain had barely begun his career in the U.N.S.F and yet he had already developed a reputation. Then again, hearing stories about a superman waking up from cryostasis was certainly interesting.. even he did not know the full details of who he was.

He shook the thoughts away from his mind. It was not the time for self-reflection; the ship needed him. Captain Trevelyan stowed his tac-pad away and started to traverse his way through the narrow hallways of the vessel towards his quarters. The intercom crackled on a few times during his short journey; already, it seemed that the crew was having problems.

The Captain arrived at his destination. A sleek, polished door labelled Captain's Quarters stood before him. He fetched his ID card and swiped it through the door terminal in one deft motion. Immediately, the door opened up to reveal a room floored in rich mahogany and filled with extravagant furniture. The lighting was a dim yellow that soothed his retinas and beautiful paintings adorned the walls.

Having seen his quarters, the Captain shut the door and turned around to head for the Bridge.

Heather's synth beeps, responding with a quick "Thank you" to the intercom, before rolling off to find Victoria; Constantly scanning around with the sensor, taking more and more of the area in, passing the science area on the way.

The man nods, taking the officer's hand in a firm handshake before he lets his hand drop back to his side.
    "That I am. Josh Lianko. Or Josh. Or just call me 'that weird pilot'," he says, grinning. "Whatever you'd like. Pretty diverse cast of people we have, don't you think? I guess it makes sense and all for something this big, but it's still pretty impressive," he says, before crossing his arms as he watches Inis, waiting for her to either agree or disagree with him.