Voyage Aboard the Zeta-071 (IC)

[RayVen Foxfeild]

Captain Holliday looked out the window of his new space craft as he guided it into the Space Station GS 008-1, he was about an hour late for his pick-up and didn't want to make his passengers any later than they already were for departure. He had heard that he was to be transporting not only a regular roster of passengers but also a handful of V.I.P's that made him alittle nervous, wanting his first route to the Loki Cluster to go off without a hitch.

The large vessel moved gracefully into the holding dock, stopping and extending the loading umbilical and attaching it to the side of the Space Station before going into stand-by mode so Holliday can go to the main doors and greet his guests himself, as well as shake hands with the V.I.P's and welcoming a new crew member named Nana Suzumiya.

Leaving his post the Captain handed the controls over to his Co-pilot and took the main service elevator down to the 5th floor were everyone will gather, looking over the manifest trying to remember names that were important. "Lets see, Nora Davis is a medical doctor, guess thats good to have aboard for the next 3 weeks." he said to himself, his age apparent in his voice. Stroking his thick white beard he saw the names of 2 military personnel, Tristan Waters and Chris Walker, he wasnt to sure why they were there but it wasnt his place to ask many questions when it came to matters of the government. Holliday looked over the name of his new Engineer, having heard much about her already and was glad to have her on board, and finally the Scientist named Thomis Lee who he knew nothing of and less about the top secret cargo of his which was being loaded into the hold.

Opening the door to the elevator and stepping out into the ball room the Captain awed at the beauty of the place, the gold and reds shinning and clean. " Hmm, there should be music I think, Orchestra H3 Start-up Intro!" He said aloud to an empty stage, then a full 12 band group appeared out of nowhere and began to play. " The things they do with Holograms now-a-days." Holliday said with a chuckle as he continued on to the main loading door. " Well ive kept them waiting long enough." he said to himself as he typed in a 4 digit code into the keypad next to the door and pressed enter, listening as the door creaked to life letting in the bright light of the Space Station and with it the 20 or so guest that will be sharing there trip aboard the brand new Zeta-071 Luxury Liner.

Meanwhile.....

Thomis sat in one of the many chairs that lined the glass windows looking out into space, reading the charts on the last of the canisters that were being loaded onto the ship. Everything seemed to be in order, sealed and regulated using the mobile monitor that he held in his hands, Thomis was just nervous being that this was his first operation by himself since he became an Intern at the Nano Tech Research Facility. Turning off the monitor and placing it into the pocket of his lab coat, then ran his fingers through his short black hair and taking a deep breath before slouching back into the chair. " This flight is going to be the death of me." He said jokingly as he looked around the crowded terminal at the different people that gathered to take the little trip through space.

He couldn't believe that the time had finally arrived, that the scientist that he had worked under for so many years would have at last brought the project to its final stage of testing. But be it an old habit or just nerves, not helping himself to think that something bad was going to happen, rubbing the wrist of his left hand.

Before he knew it there was a loud metallic sound that gave life to the Loading doors to the Zeta-071, opening wide and flooding the dull terminal with the sweet sound of music. " Lets get going then, i cant wait to grab something to eat." he said to himself as he grabbed up is little bag that held some of his work utensils and other work monitors that would be of aid to him if anything would go wrong with the containment barrels.

[101 Scout1]

"Yes, sir." He said very formally as the captain left the controls in his hands. He looked down to the desk-like structure he sat in. The chair was extremely comfortable, and the desk folded over to sit beside it when not in use. He looked down at it and tapped his temple ever so softly, a display showed on the desktop and had three options.

- Pilot's Channel
- Faculty Channel
- PA System

Each choice had a little padlock symbol beside it, showing it was locked off and required a password. The Pilot Channel had a microphone symbol over it, showing it required a voice recognition password to be accessed. Only Captain Holliday and Riley could access that channel, but they could invite certain faculty members for a private consultation and update if required. He selected the PA System. Another screen popped up, labeled "password" and a keyboard popped beneath it. Tuck quickly typed out the pass code after clearing his voice. His voice issued calmly from each room and hallway on the ship.

"Ladies and Gentlemen this is your co-pilot speaking; do not forget, all staff members must pick up their faculty-issued hands-free communication devices before take off. That is all, thank you." He said before opening the options menu and joining the Faculty Channel, awaiting the check-ins of others on the ship. He relaxed in his chair and reached down, opening a small compartment before pulling out a can of soda. He took a moment to relax in his amazing seat, paying attention to all around him. The young pilot rubbed his temple for a moment and it shifted to the option that shrunk out the display and brought the screen into his eye, where he could see the space out in front of him.

The speed was semi-transparent, as the ship was not moving, and the distance and ETA were both grayed out as he had not programmed their destination yet. He blinked and the display showed on the desk again, he plotted the coordinates he was given for Tera and the distance popped up. It was quite a ways away. He then pushed his fingers to his temple and spread them apart, it brought up a map blue-print style map of the ship on the desk. He adjusted it on the desk to fit the surface perfectly before he put his palm in the center and lifted it. The map became three dimensional and he began to look over everything, make sure he knew all he needed about it. He pressed it down again and pushed the map away. Another came up, but it was indecipherable until he pulled it up, revealing a map between the ship and Tera and the plotted path they would be taking. He studied it for a moment in boredum and then squished it down and tapped his temple, shutting down the device that allowed him to view all the astounding images he had.

He leaned back in his seat and took a sip from the can in his hand, breathing evenly as he closed down the desk in front of him and rested his free hand on his armrest.

[Kirra]

Nora watched as the doors of the Zeta-071 opened. Excitement grew as the seconds went by and she knew she would be leaving her old life behind. “Nora, you don’t need to do this.” A woman’s voice said behind her. Turning around, Nora looked at the face of her mother and could tell that she probably was crying earlier on. “Mom, I can’t stay here. It’s time for me to move on and start my own life.” Nora grabbed her mother’s hand, trying to comfort her and looked around to see if her father came to see her off. She couldn’t see him and guessed that he was busy at work. That was a norm for him, centering his life on being a doctor so much that he forgets everything that is going on around him. “Why must you leave? Life is great here for you. You got a nice house, a wonderful job and your neighbor Jake seems to be keeping a special eye on you.” Nora sighed as she released her mother’s hands. When she first decided on leaving to Tera, she told her parents the news. Her father was angry about her decision and still hasn’t forgiven her, but that was predictable. Her mother for the longest time tried to change her mind but Nora was set on her decision and wouldn’t waver. She looked over at the door and saw that a few passengers were entering and she knew that she needed to get going soon.

After saying her farewells, Nora grabbed her suitcase with her personal belongings and headed to the spacecraft. She knew her mother probably was watching her enter but she didn’t turn around at all to check. As she got closer to the spacecraft, she could hear music trickle out of the doors. She saw a person wearing a lab coat slightly ahead of her and she wondered if he was a doctor. Nora slowed her pace down slightly, letting the crowd conceal her from his view. If he was a doctor, there was a chance that he would know who she was, an even greater chance that he would know the name Davis. It might sound childish to some but Nora wanted to keep the legacy of her family hidden the others. All her life she was known as the daughter of Dr. Davis and she wanted now to be known for who she was. Once she got to the entrance of the Zeta-071, she saw the captain of the spacecraft there greeting the passengers. When it was her turn to greet the captain, Nora stuck her hand out for him to shake and said in a cheerful voice. “Hello captain.”

[Xionist]

Chris woke up with a start in a strange room, and breathing heavily. His eyes swiveled about in his head as he looked about the room. Something didn't feel right, something was wrong he thought as he tried to get his bearings. Soon enough memories of the assault on the Terrorists that held confidential information and the trap that had killed him and his entire squad flashed before his eyes, and he held his head in pain while letting out a low scream. Why am I here!? He thought, Why am I alive!?

--In a separate observer's room--

A woman who was watching the infirmary room through a one-way mirror jumped up in shock when she saw former Colonel Chris Walker wake up suddenly and start yelling. Grabbing a phone she dialed down the number she was instructed to dial whenever this man woke up. Hello? "Sir! Colonel Chris Walker is awake! He's out of his coma, and yelling his head off!" That is to be expected. He may be a little confused, and will be dangerous if you don't say the right things. I want you to have men in there, ready with sedatives for when you confront him. "Yes, Sir!"

--Back in the Infirmary--

Chris let go of his head as the pain went away and threw off his covers and searched his body. Underneath the covers was a near naked body, his only reprieve was a pair of tight briefs. Covering his body was many large, white blotchy scars where he knew fire had burned his body. For the most part those were it, nothing showed of critical damage and he realized that when his squad member jumped and covered his body right before the blast, he had saved him from most of the damage. So... I- I didn't die? How long have I been asleep? And just as he thought that, a wave of weariness rushed over his body. His muscles felt like jelly, and his vision flickered. Suddenly a door slides open on it's hydraulics and four men in all white and a woman walk into the room. The men stay close behind, and the woman walks straight up to the bed. "Good morning Colonel. We're glad to have you back. You've been in a shock induced coma for three years now. The shock-wave from that explosion did much more damage that the fire and debree from the house that collapsed on you and your men." Chris rubbed his eyes, trying to regain focus. Huh... Something feels weird about my head... My eyes? Did a hair get stuck in it? Wait... Three years!? In a quiet voice Chris said, "What do you mean three years? Coma? Where is my squad? Why am I not dead? What happened to those terrorists?" The woman merely stood there and kept quiet as Chris asked these questions and once he was quiet she said in a crisp voice, "All your questions will be answered soon. You've been asleep for three years, so I assume you're quite hungry. Here, eat this." She turned back and grabbed a tray of food from one of the men. "When you can remember who you are, and when you are able to move again, put on your uniform. I will take you to General Luthers. He has a few things to say to you, and he has your orders for your next mission." The woman turned once more and grabbed a black uniform, with a different design than from what it was when I was last awake, and placed it on the table next to me. On it, though, I noticed it was still decorated with my medals including the Silver Eagle showing my rank as Colonel.

Spoiler

--Three hours later--

Chris had finished his food within moments after the group of doctors had left, and it had taken him a few hours to regain full movement of his body. A trick he used was to recite a poem in his head over and over as he slowly got out of bed and went through a list of stretches. The mental distraction was enough to keep him from thinking of how long he had been asleep, and kept his mind off of how much his mental connection to his muscles had diminished. After three hours of practice Chris had finally mastered his body once more and walked about the room. Looking down at his new uniform he slipped into it and tightened areas that were loose and kept everything crisp and clean. No loose folds anywhere. Finding a mirror he observed how he looked and with a smile he was very satisfied that he still held his professional looks. Though as he looked back up, something caught his eye that made him pause in his movements and brush back his hair. A tattoo!? I've never gotten a tattoo! Those are against regulations, and I won't have anything to do with them! Wait.. This looks familiar. Walking closer to the mirror he inspected the tattoo. This is one of the marks of the Nanotech Corp.! Wait... I don't have any Augs. I've refused every offer... Dammit! General Luthers has a lot to answer for! Calling for the woman earlier he waited, tapping his foot in annoyance and anger.

--Inside General Luthers' Office--

"Ah, it's so good to see you again, Chris!" Luthers had said as I entered the room, a cheery look on his face. Chris walked up to the table and slammed his fist down and, in a voice everyone knew for when Chris was pushed beyond the line, said to Luthers "You son of a bitch! Not only did you keep me alive, you also forced Augs into my body!? You had no right!" Luthers' smile washed from his face as he leaned forward and rest his chin on his folded hands. "I had no right? Is this how a soldier talks to a higher ranking officer? What happened to your rules and respect, Chris?" Chris went to object but was interrupted, "Tut, don't say anything. Let me answer your questions, as I'm sure you have been wanting to know them. I kept you alive because you're the most respected Colonel I've ever know. The Corps just can't lose that so... We made you ours. Bringing you back to life makes you our property now, and I wont have you sitting weak like unaugmented humans. So.. While you were in your coma, after we fixed you up... We replaced your eyes with Augmented ones." Chris backed away from the table, hands shaking in shock and anger. He was right, he had Augmented eyes. The one thing he thought to be unholy and a mockery of god's creation, Augmentations, he had now corrupting his body. Chris sat down on a chair and looked Luthers in the eyes, "So.. What do you want from me?" He said, "I was told you had orders for my next mission." Luthers smiled, bent down to a drawer and pulled out several files and placed them down on the table. "Right, a lot of things has happened during your time asleep. One of those things was a special project being finished. For the sake of simplicity, it will be code named The Project. Anyways, it is going to be unveiled on the Luxury Spaceship Zeta-071. The spaceship is the last of it's kind and it going to be full of rich civilians whom will witness it's unveiling. I want you to take a squad I have assigned for you, and keep that ship in order. Make sure nothing happens to The Project. That is all you need to worry about. Now, I'm sure nothing will happen on that ship and I'm not expecting anything to do so. Though, your main objective is the safety of The Project and only that. Do not worry about the civilians, the ship's crew will have it's own security to take care of them. Here is the files on the ship. The list of the crew and staff, and the list of civilians as well as a complete 3D map of the ship. Also.. This file is about your new eyes. They explain what each function they can do, and how to activate them. Study up. You and your Squad will all be given three of the supply crates that are already loaded onto the ship. They carry everything you need. Weapons, ammo, food, water, and your gear. You will arrive at the docking station in three days time. I expect you to study up, and get to know your Squad." Chris took the files from the General's hands with his trademark emotionless face for when he knows a situation is serious, and walked out of the room.

--Inside Tent D--

Many rowdy soldiers, ranking Private shouted through the tent discussing the orders they all had gotten earlier. "Hey, are we seriously getting The Colonel Walker to lead us in our mission!?" "No way! He died three years ago, there's no way he could lead us!" "Dude, it said Colonel Walker right on the De-Briefing files!" "It must be some different Colonel then! No way that Colonel Walker is still alive!"

--Outside Tent D--

Chris stood outside the tent on the far side of the base with a stern expression on his face as he listened to the shouts of the boys inside. That Luthers bastard couldn't have given me a more disrespectful group... I hope they listen better than they talk. Striding through the flaps of the tent, the shouts immediately stopped as Chris observed the group of boys. "You." He said pointing at the nearest one, "Your uniform needs to be buttoned." You. Fix your bed. You. Tie your shoes. The entire lot of you are unkept, rowdy, and a disrespect to the Honor of the Corps! Within three days, I expect you to clean yourselves up so when we get to the Zeta-071 I wont have to hold your hands and watch you like the children you are! My name is Colonel Chris Walker, I will not be your Father today. I expect men, not children. Are you men!" The entire room scrambled to their feet and saluted and shouted, "We are men, Colonel Walker!" Giving the tent one last look Chris said, "Good. Now get yourself washed and dressed. We leave at 1500 hours!" And with that Chris turned and left the tent, the group of boys scrambling to get dressed and their voices raising again. This is going to be a long mission....

--Arriving inside the Luxury Spaceship Zeta-071--

Chris turned to his Squad and with crisp orders he said, "I want you all to go to the Cargo Bay, find our Supply Crates and take note of everything inside it! I don't want a single crumb unaccounted for! I want our supplies kept track of, so we do not run out while we are on this voyage. Do you understand!" The call of "Sir, Yes Sir!" rung out as the Marines departed for the Cargo Bay. Chris had other plans in mind, for one he was going to find the Captain and get a list of everything that is being carried in the Cargo Bay. He wanted to know what could be of use, and what couldn't. He also wanted it known that his Squad will be under no one's command but his own.

[RayVen Foxfeild]

The Captain watched as the passengers started to trickle in, taking in the beauty of the main hall. He could see that some of his employees had begun to escort the passengers to there assigned levels and rooms, as well as explaining the use of some of the facilities, which brought a smile to his face that everyone was doing there job perfectly. ' Maybe my feelings were wrong, maybe this will be a great flight after all.' Holliday thought to himself as he turned to continue greeting the inflow of guests to his ship.

A young woman caught his attention as she greeted him, remembering her face from the manifest . " Ah yes, hello my dear." He said taking her hand lightly, " You must be Miss Davis, It is an honor to have you aboard my ship." Holiday said as he gave her a deep smile, showing the wrinkle at the corner of his eyes, yet another sign of his ripened years. " I do hope you find everything to your liking as we make our way to the Loki Cluster."


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Thomis waded through the sea of people that flowed into the ship, giving him a small case of claustrophobia, but he took a few deep breathes and continued on his way. Off to the side he could see the Captain, remembering that he wanted to go over the holding procedures of the canisters that had been loaded up earlier, but he saw a woman that was speaking to him and decided that it could probably wait till a later time. " I should try and relax, I mean I havnt had a vacation in a few years, and if i keep worrying like i have been i'll end up looking like the Captain before im 30". Thomis said to himself giving alittle laugh.

Finally entering the main hall he was able to get a good look at the structure, finding it to be well done and quite beautiful. " Wow this must have cost the old man a mint." he told himself, feeling old habits coming back as he looked over the gold and bright ornate statues. A young man dressed in a bell hop uniform walked up to Thomis carrying a monitor similar to his own. " What is you name sir?" the boy asked him, " Its Thomis, Thomis Lee." the scientist said in a clear tone. The boy looked over the list on his monitor till he came across his name, " Ahh yes Doctor Lee, Welcome aboard the Zeta-071 and here is the Key to your room, If you take the elevator to your right it will take you to the VIP floor were your room is." the boy said before handing off the key and going to help more passengers. " VIP huh," Thomis said as he looked at the small key in his hand, then made his way to the elevator to check out his room.

[Xionist]

During Chris' three days of travel, he had gotten to know everything he could about the ship, it's passengers, and his soldiers. He studied the 3D map that was given to him until he had it perfectly memorized in his head and could walk the ship with his eyes closed. He has also studied his eye augmentation notes, and slowly learned to control it. Now he kept it on Target-Mode, every civilian had a green aura around them. The target function let Chris sift people into sections. Green meaning safe, Yellow meaning armed but neutral, Red meaning dangerous. The eyes were connected to a vast military mainframe that scanned the face of every person that came in sight and located the information. It also searched the body for weapons. Anybody with a criminal record, or carrying any sort of concealed weapon came up in yellow. So far, only the Ship's security came up in yellow, and every civilian he came by was bathed in green. Entering the Main Hall he scanned the crowds for Captain Holiday was sure to be here greeting his passengers. Soon enough Chris managed to locate him, and quickly walked up to him. "Greetings Captain Holiday. I am Colonel Walker member of Fox Company, United States Marine Corps, Serial Number 888-23-9912. It's a pleasure to be on this ship, can we talk. I have a few things I wish to discuss with you." Chris said in a crisp voice, layered with authority while holding a hand out, which were earlier clasped together behind his back, for a handshake.

[Whoami]

"What do you mean the ticket is not valid?!" a man three people ahead of Kade yelled at the security guard overseeing passenger entry.

The guard raised his hand calmly, "Sir, new tickets were sent out electronically after the old ones weren't being properly read by the computer."

"How does a computer fail to read something so simple? This is outrageous!" he yelled.

"Just a glitch in the system, sir. Step over to the booth and they will get everything sorted out."

Kade looked at the man as he walked toward the ticket booth with clear frustration. She smirked a little and continued to move forward as the line did. She was wearing casual clothes back from the early twenty-first century, a black tank top with blue jeans and some DC shoes. Kade liked the older styled clothes, not to mention the casual portion of it all, she found it looked best on her. As she got to the same security guard, he looked her up and down and raised a brow at her attire, "Don't see that around very often." he said casually, "Ticket please."

Kade handed him her ticket knowing full well that it wasn't a new one either, she didn't mind though. She watched as the man brought the scanner to the ticket and as the red light popped up. He looked up at Kade, "Ma'am, this ticket is invalid. Were you paying attention to the man earlier?"

Kade simply tilted her head, "Impossible, I received this the day the new one was sent out. Try again."

The man brought the scanner to the ticket and did as Kade wanted. This time a green light appeared, making Kade smile. The guard looked back and raised a brow, "Strange, well at least you're good to go." he waved his hand to make her continue through the lane to get aboard the liner.

A grin formed at her lips as she passed on, knowing that she used her interface module to manually validate her old ticket herself. She came up to a female attendant who asked for her transport papers, she handed them over without a problem. The attendant smiled, "Room 404, lower deck seven. Just down that hall and to the first left. There will be an elevator that'll take you down. Your luggage should already be in your room."

"Thank you." Kade simply said.

She continued down the hallway and entered the elevator that the attendant had spoken off. Inside the elevator were three others, all keeping to themselves, all looking like they were on business. She could relate, business was the reason she was aboard the Zeta too. "Lower deck seven." a female voice spoke up, no doubt from the elevator's programming.

The door opened as Kade stepped out, one of the businessmen behind her sounded surprised, "What? It just skipped lower deck eight!"

Kade only chuckled a bit, she did enjoy using her cybernetic implant to get things done. The old school dressed woman followed the labeled doors until she saw '404' on one of them. She swiped her ticket trough the receptacle and the door slid open, another smooth female voice spoke up, "Welcome, Miss Taylor."

The door slid shut as Kade looked around the tiny compartment. A bed, a bathroom, and a chair. There was a television built into the wall across from the chair. On her bed was her luggage. Kade walked over to the bed and grabbed a hold of the first suitcase. She lifted the handle a bit and flipped a small switch before opening the case which held her disassembled SMG. The weapon had passed security because her suitcase was made to hold a holographic screen behind the lining, so when cameras looked through, they saw projected images and not parts of a weapon.

Kade took the SMG parts and began assembling it. She started by assembling the weapon itself, before attaching a silencer, and a laser sight. She slid the flechette cartridge into the weapon, the cartridge was labelled with the number '100', describing that one hundred small fragments would be sliced off of the flechette before a reload was needed. She had two of these cartridges with her, hopefully she would only need to fire one shot at her designated target.

Once she finished putting the SMG together, she laid it back down into the suitcase and then reached for a much smaller metal case. This one carried Kade's favorite weapon, her classic SiG Sauer .45. She didn't care how old the weapon was, it was her weapon of choice. Many flechette ammunition weapons had a tendency to glitch and slice off more of the cartridge than the barrel could handle, causing a nasty jam. Bullets, though also jam causing, were a simpler and just as effective means to kill. She never brought a silencer along with her pistol, she kept it with her more for the personal reason that it has never once left her side.

Once she made sure her pistol was alright, she lowered i back down into the case carefully and reached for her final suitcase. She opened it, revealing her dynamic combat suit, or DCS for short. The suit was lightly armored and had a skin tight fit, it was made for optimal agility and speed. However, the light armored look on it was an illusion, the fabric was a combination of nanotechnology and kevlar. It could take a few bullets before giving in, even though it would look like a shot would glide through without a change of course.

Like the other two pieces of equipment, the DCS was laid back into it's case. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a headset, one that was simply worn on the ear. Kade put it on and pressed a button, "This is Legion. I am aboard the ship, all equipment has checked green."

Kade waited a few seconds until she got a reply, "Copy that, Legion. According to the ship's database, your target, Logan Watts, has already come aboard and has been roomed on the VIP deck, room 84."

Kade nodded, though nobody was around to see it, "Alright."

"Oh, and one more thing, Legion. Command wants radio silence. Report once the Zeta has reached it's destination, that should give you plenty of time to neutralize Watts."

"Radio silence, gotcha." she said unprofessionally before turning the headset off and throwing it on her bed. "What kind of civilian speaks to an intelligence center like that anyways?" she asks herself rhetorically.

[Aphe The Lion]

Nana hitched up her backpack as she came into the docking bay for the Zeta-071 and she gave herself a moment to give her professional courtesy to the ship she would be aboard. It was sleek but obviously for civillian travel, but she gave it an approving quirk of her brow and a nod of her head before coming into the line to go inside. Once it was Nana's turn to hand over her ticket she noticed the ticketman look down at her bare feet and then back up at her. Narrowing her eyes, Nana thrust out a hologram chip and said, "I'm your engineer, dimwit." The ticketman gave her an unbelieving stare as he took the chip and checked it. On the hologram were all of her credentials and her approved application for the Zeta-071. His eyes flashed up to meet her delicate face and then roamed over her messy long, curly ringlets and then back down to her bare feet. "Never seen an engineer or cybernetic-technician like you before, lady." He said simply. "You've obviously lived a very sheltered life, ticket-boy. Seeya." She said and snatched the chip from his hands before making her way inside, bare feet and all.

She took her time examining the ship when the intercom came on and a male voice streamed from it, "Ladies and Gentlemen this is your co-pilot speaking; do not forget, all staff members must pick up their faculty-issued hands-free communication devices before take off. That is all, thank you." Nana stared up at the ceiling as she listened and when their co-pilot was finished gave a shrug of her shoulders, returning to slow examination of the ship until she reached the ballroom. Her brown eyes flashed to a man in a uniform who was obviously the captain. In front of him was another man, except this one was significantly younger and reeked of military. Nana wrinkled her nose in apparent dislike and tugged on her backpack straps, trying to decide what she would do. As much as she disliked the military, this was a job and she had to introduce herself. Planting one delicate foot in front of the other, Nana made her way over to the pair.

"I'm interrupting you for a minute," She said as she shrugged past the military man standing infront of the captain and pushed his hand aside as she held out hers, "I'm Nana Suzumiya, your engineer. I'm sure your business with this... soldier, can wait until you tell me where to meet your co-pilot for briefing on my duties, Captain Holiday."

[RayVen Foxfeild]

The Captains attention was drawn from the young doctor as a man approached them, an air of confidence about him.

"Greetings Captain Holiday. I am Colonel Walker member of Fox Company, United States Marine Corps, Serial Number 888-23-9912. It's a pleasure to be on this ship, can we talk. I have a few things I wish to discuss with you."

Then the man reached out his hand to give a formal handshake, "Why hello Colonel Walker, it is a pleasure to meet you. " Holliday said as reached out to take it when suddenly it was knocked aside by a young woman who he remembered to be is new Engineer, " Oh well, looks like your ready to get started Miss Suzumiya, umm... If you take the larger elevator behind me and use your service card, which you should already have, the computer will prompt you to were you need to go." He said pointing to the elevator that he had used earlier."

After instructing Nana he then turned back to the soldier, " Umm I believe you had something to ask me Mr. Walker?" the Captain said with his usual 'old man' smile.

[Xionist]

Chris didn't let his emotionless demeanor slide when a rude staff member woman knocked his hand aside and interrupted his conversation with the Captain. Instead he let the ignorant woman continue her talk, and once she was off I simply clasped my hands back behind my back and said, "Yes, you should know why I am here but in case information was misheard I will tell you again myself. I am here to keep a certain package, code named The Project, on this ship safe. It is my duty to make sure no harm falls upon it during it's presentation, as something of this grand of nature is sure to attract some.. Unwanted attention. I request a few things from you. First, I request a detailed list of everything being carried in the cargo bay. Second, I require a key card that your engineers carry that will get me into any room on this ship. Third and foremost, I wish to compliment you on the grandeur of the ship and I wish to tell you that my men are under my control only. Your security force is not to go ordering them around, we are here for the safety of The Project and the safety of it alone. We are not here to babysit you, do we have an understanding?"