"Fox brothers, huh? They look like a bunch of assholes and I'm bored. Off to Mars I go."
Mathias had decided he'd slept enough and he got up, stubbing out his cigarette in a wall-mounted ash-tray, that just as quickly as it appeared, was swallowed back into the wall.
"Fuckin' love this ship," Mathias muttered to himself as he went over to his music player - ever the lover of classical music from earth, queued up a bit of Iced Earth as he gathered his things for when he landed on Mars.
He first, took a shower, only quick, he was running low on water, he'd have to resupply on Mars...after all, shortly before they terraformed Mars, they'd discovered a multitude of water beneath the planet's surface.
After his 2 minutes shower, he got dressed, a good pair of black, tough jeans and a red, button-up shirt.
Next came his guns, the only two things in the universe he swore upon.
He stowed them away in his under-arm holsters. They were fine guns, chambered in a high calibre.
The final two things - aside from his trench-coat - were his boots and a small hunting knife, for good luck.
Now, he was ready for Mars.