Asrial softly closed the final drawer in his bunk in which he had stashed his things, bag included. Taking a moment he grined slightly as he looked in detail at the bunk, the bed looked soft enough, a claim he was about to test when the PA came to life and the shipboard AI announced their clearing of the dry-dock. As he listened to the announcement, a twinge of nervousness rose in the Aranok's chest. Getting underway meant an impending FTL jump, as soon as they reached a good point of coarse. It wasn't that Asrial disliked FTL, or felt too uncomfortable as he was shot multiple times faster than the fastest natural thing in the universe. But every time a ship made a jump while he was on board, he couldn't help but feel slightly, thinned out, like too little butter on a overly large piece of bread. He felt this way the first jump he ever experienced, and was convinced that he would never truly be rid of the feeling, no matter how many jumps he went through. [i]"Ah well, we cant all be perfect. Still might as well enjoy the time I have before then.."[/i] Asrial thought to himself as he went to lay down on the bed once more, hopefully with the ship being sparkling new just out of the dry-docks it wouldn't be too bad. But just as he was about ready to commit the PA came to life once more as the commander call the squadrons attention, and presence. 

As he followed the group Asrial carefully remembered the lines and flow of the hallways, one step closer to not getting lost. which was a pleasant thought for Asrial to say the least . As they entered the hanger, he moved slightly closer to the group so that he was not swept up in the mass of humanity and assorted species that buzzed around the deck, still it was not that hard for such a large person the push his way through when necessary and it seemed that most walked around the pilots anyway. As they were directed towards their ships, Asrial found his eyes glancing here and their between the craft, till he spied the off paint colors of his saber's nose. With a large grin he walked towards it, deftly avoiding any engineers that were working on it. As he move to embark so the calibrations could be done, he ran his hand along the smooth metal, finding an odd comfort in it. Climbing in he shifted himself around and placed his hands on the controls, not doing anything but hold them there. Still grinning he ran through the check list with the engineers in charge of his calibrations, never truly looking away from the console.