Nick slept in a corner of the transport, wobbling gently as it made micro corrections as it neared the vehicle bay. The barely audible hum, and vibration of the ships engines acting as a welcome lullaby to the Isorlai spacer, promising safety and warmth with its constant presence. as the crew made ready to disembark, he grumbled and tucked deeper into his section, the dark uniform assisting in making the his curled form look much like an extra pile of gear, if one ignored a peek of ears and tail amid the lumps. 

It wasn't until a while later that one of the people unloading the ship noticed him, and his gear in the overhead that they roused him.

"hey, don't you have some place to be? captain is gonna be pissed if you don't show up" the gruff terran said, shakeing Nick. This earned a miffed growl as Nick uncurled and sat up. 

"one should not poke at sleeping Isorlai if they do not know them." Nick grumbled as he looked around. "good way to loose a hand." It was a warning, not a threat, that unfortunately held some truth with his kind. 

"Isorlai should not sleep through the mandatory meet and greet with their superior officer." the crewman countered as he gathered the random equipment forgotten by the crew as Nick's mind finnaly cleared. 

"there's that too." he said, quickly gathering his gear and slinking from the shuttle. after briefly talking to some of the other mechanics, he figured that his C.O. would most likely be showing the crew to their quarters. Mentally berating himself for sleeping through a landing, he set out at a decent lope, folloing the path given to him. a few moments later, he slowed to a stop, did his best to regain his composure, and stepped around the doorframe and into the room. 

the overall scene was not a common on to nick, the C.O., which he had to guess was the female Isorlai lounging on the couch, based on her uniform, and general ease amidst the rush of pilots towing gear. Normally officers at this point would be impatient, and demanding that they fall in in 30. enough time to throw bags in lockers, arrange personal effects, and run into a rough formation. this was not the usual, and nick was uncertain. despite this, there was an introduction, and apology to make, and the sooner the better. 

pounding three times on the doorframe and standing at attention, before saying calm voice, load enough to carry into the room. "Nicholas Cavernmaw, reporting to 'Wylde Fyre' Squadron as ordered." he paused a moment before addressing the colonel. "Colonel Bellioch, mam  I apologies for my late appearance. I slept through muster, and apparently got passed of as a duffle bag, gave the unloading crew a bit of a scare."

unfortunately at that time the PA system keyed up, and changed the atmosphere, quickly stowing his gear in a free room, he returned and faced the monitor. in short, they had 14 hours to set up, shake down, eat, and sleep. following the colonel, the group eventually made their way to the hanger, and set to get their craft squared away. 

Nick faced his craft, nodding to his crew chief, and listened as the male terran walked through what the craft had done to it after being uncrated. in the last few hours, they hade snaked all the wiring, and restrung it. the left engine had been swapped out, and every last moving piece had been greased and tweaked within an inch of its life. overall it was as factory new as possible. shaking his crew chiefs hand he thanked him for his groups work, and leapt up onto the ladder, peering into the cockpit looking for anything wrong, before climbing in. once seated, he strapped himself in adjusting things where he could, and requesting assistance when he couldn't. It took awhile, but without his pilot suit, it was as close as it could get, a short second adjustment and he'd be good to go.