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[hr][color=#4b6cfc]"...not really my department, but I got to talk to some of the people who did work on her. It's wild stuff. Framewerks are on the edge of our scientific knowledge in terms of complexity, power generation, and control systems, but the [i]Solaire[/i]--and the other ships in her class--incorporate all that, plus everything we know about materials and construction. Just the scale of the thing is enough to boggle..."[/color] Sanro looked up from the backgammon game that sat abandoned between him and his brother and sighed; it didn't seem like they were going to finish this one before landing.

He didn't try to interrupt his brother--that would have been more trouble than it was worth. Instead, he set about packing up the tablet they had been using and cleaning their little section of the shuttlecraft. That didn't take nearly as long as he had hoped; by the time he had shoved everything back into their rucksacks and collected what little trash they had, the shuttle had only started its approach. His brother drawled on as Sanro tapped his foot, waiting for it to finally dock.

After what felt like an eternity to him, they were finally able to deboard and enter the hangar. The first thing he noticed as he walked out of the shuttle's airlock was the sheer size of the hangar; it reminded him of planetside facilities rather than anything he'd seen on a starship before, and he couldn't help but gawk. Nero stepped up alongside and raised his eyebrows at his brother; Sanro shrugged and gave him a slight smile. [color=#fc4b6c][i]Yeah, ok. It's kind of cool.[/i][/color] Nero returned the smile, and as the crowd coming off the shuttle split apart, the two of them followed the small crowd of people they had identified as the other pilots.

Both brothers were wearing their military-issue working uniforms, which only served to make their physical similarity more pronounced, but as the Lieutenant made her presence known, they were easily distinguishable by their salutes. Nero came to attention almost too crisply; Sanro's salute was... well, "acceptable" might have been a good adjective.

Both dropped to an at-ease posture as their commanding officers gave their welcoming spiels. From a distance, their attention seemed to be on the speakers, but someone watching them closely would have been able to spot them looking over at each other, making subtle gestures of eyebrow and mouth that served as well as talking for two men who were as close as they were.

[color=#4b6cfc][i]The LT seems impressive.[/i][/color]
[color=#fc4b6c][i]The LT seems like a [/i]hardass.[/color]
[color=#4b6cfc][i]You don't approve?.[/i][/color]
[color=#fc4b6c][i]I didn't say that.[/i][/color]

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[color=#4b6cfc][i]Training already? I wanted to get settled first.[/i][/color]
[color=#fc4b6c][i]Welcome to the military, egghead.[/i][/color]

The LT asked for questions; neither having anything to ask, each brother took the chance to look around.

Sanro's eyes tracked Lorenzo; his gaze was cold as he noted the man's attitude towards Minerva, and he made a mental note to follow up on that.

Nero's gaze swung to the side, landed on Elora, and immediately stopped. She had been at the back of the group with him and his brother, but they must have been both too occupied with keeping up (and gawking at the huge interior of the ship) to notice her until now. [color=#4b6cfc][i]Oh no... She looks like a wet puppy in the cold. What's she doing here?[/i][/color] 

Instead of saying any of that out loud, he bumped her lightly with one elbow; assuming she looked over to see who had nudged her, he glanced over and gave her a silent smile and thumbs-up, held low where the Lieutenant wouldn't see.