The sky was blue, the clouds were minimal, and Miklòs Puskás couldn't have dreamed of more perfect conditions under which to set sail. Standing just short of the gangplank, Miklòs took a moment to perfect his appearance. A quick slick of his hand through his militant crew cut hair, a tug to the tail of his raven black uniform to press out the creases, and a subtle dust to the First Officer insignia woven into his shoulders. While his facial features did little to express it, deep down, Miklòs was uncharacteristically nervous. It had been months since his last official position on a governmental sanctioned vessel let alone with crew he had not yet even met or even knew he could trust for that matter. But none of them needed to know that and if there was to be any chance of him proving to be a fine officer of the bridge, he needed to be solid as a rock when it came to confidence. With that in mind. He took his first strides onto the HMS Pegasus. It was rather dated in design. That was to be expected, but what the Pegasus lacked in sheer force, it more than made up for with the reputation of the Great British airforce.

Miklòs found his way to the bridge where quite a gathering had come to pay their respects to their glorified Captain. Already Miklòs cursed himself for not having been the first person aboard second only to the captain. His concerns were lessened as he glanced up to the skies for an estimate of the time. Perhaps they were all a little early from the designated set sail schedule. "Perhaps this wouldn't be such a rag-tag crew as I thought." Miklòs wondered to himself. "If you forgive the out of regulation hairstyles..." He made a rather slated glance to Briggs before stepping up to the Captain. A brisk click of his booted heels and a salute to the brow, Miklòs's eyes fixated on an invisible point behind the Captain's head. "Jó napot kívánok! (Good day) First Officer Miklòs Puskás, reporting for duty sir!" He introduced and finished the salute. In a more natural manner; "I took the liberty of reading your file Sir. Might I say, I look forward to this voyage with you." He gave off a sort of 'pretty boy' smile. Once the formalities were over, he began the process of meeting the rest of the crew.

His interest was immediately brought upon Flynn who was currently approaching both him and the captain after having scolding the engineer for having her fine fag (Totally cool here cause it's a cigar :P) out in the open. Miklòs waited for him to approach and glanced out of the corner of his eye to catch the man's nameplate. Miklòs immediately placed it as the attending Deck Officer for their voyage but if that was enough confirmation, the man addressed himself as such. Sizing him up, the old man looked as though he could have been Miklòs's father, though the accent ripped that thought right out. In either case, Flynn looked like the kind of officer who had washed out, spent far to much time in the military without really ever getting anywhere. Not to dishonor his position but Miklòs figured that wouldn't a man of his distinction be sitting in a map room pushing around wooden troop props? Miklòs gave the gentleman a nod. "Good to have you with us Mr. Flynn"