As if on cue,Miak walked into the room,taking his place standing next to the talkative crewman Glytch,whom he had met a few moments earlier.Miak wore is normal attire.An old gray wife beater with a damp sweat spot in the middle of his back,along with his baggy blue cargo pants that were held onto his waist by a thin leather belt tied into a not which was hung to the side,his pant legs were tucked neatly into the legs of his brown boots that seemed to be many years old."Zion and Xiro I presume?Glytch told me...Along with a great many other things."Miak said striking a humorous tone.
"My name is Miak.It is privilege and honor to be apart of the Prometheus's crew."He dipped his head,choosing not to shake the others' hands and rise them from their comfortable sitting positions.

Miak's mind was set free from the Matrix when he was a young child of nine years of age.Once he was old enough,he joined the crew of the ship called 'Storm'.He started his training and went threw it normally,his mind was able to adapt to the Matrix's passive world rules faster then other rookie's the captain of the Storm had seen...But it was the combat training that Miak excelled at.The ability to learn any man made martial arts style in a few moments,or attain any weapon,vehicle,clothing he so desired was a dream come true...But the life Miak experienced was far from a dream.

His dark green eyes marveled at the beauty of a ship he stood within.His gaze drifted from the others who seemed quiet and across the sleek ceiling and walls.Miak jaw almost fell open at the beauty of the man made ship,having been used to old creaky ships from his former crew,this was like a diamond.Never before had he seen such a ship,let alone been on one.It was truly a privilege to be apart of this ship's crew.
"This is a nice ship.But even that is an understatement."

Miak was chosen to be apart of the Promethus because of his experience having been inside a ship since he was sixteen and now being twenty eight he has a few years under his belt.But his twelve years experience was nothing compared to the experience most captains had...But a twenty eight year old with some skill was better then a sixteen year old rook with none.

"I have yet to have the pleasure of meeting Captain Ares.So it was nice meeting you all."Miak left the three and walked at a relaxed pace down a short hallway illuminated by a dim light,held in place by two metal bars above.His boots thudded against the metal floor beneath his feet surely alerting anyone inside the room ahead that he was about to enter.He turned the corner into the room and found an older man sitting comfortably upon a nice looking chair in front of a glowing monitor screen,head phones sat snugly upon his ears."Captain Ares?"

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Do not tempt me!

*waves cookie*

I said do not tempt me!