"Captain Hunt asking all members to meet in the briefing room. All members to the briefing room."

The voice of the captain of the vessel boomed through the ship's interior and into the personal quarters of one old mercenary turned criminal turned Marauder. The mercenary was sitting on his bed, his back against the cold metal wall. In his hands he clenched an electronic device, on it was text of some kind, a very old text actually, Sun Tzu's The Art of War. An old merc reading an old book, if anyone walked in on him reading it then they'd probably crack a joke. As he finished a sentence he placed the device down on his bed, he would rather not keep everyone else waiting for him.

Darius' feet touched the floor, then the rest of him went forward as he lurched into a standing position. He glanced around his small room, it was simple, reminded him of a prison cell, kind of fitting for someone deemed a criminal such as himself. He looked around for his weapons, then found them, his sniper rifle and SMG sat leaned up against the wall by his bed. He wouldn't need to take those with him, he was pretty certain that there wouldn't be any firefights breaking out in the meeting room, it'd just be a simple meet and great. They'd all look happy to meet each other, exchange pleasantries then wander off back to their separate areas on the ship. Darius shook his head as he brushed off his clothing, he wore a simple grey t shirt and black combats, along with his boots. He then reached down to retrieve his trusty combat knife. 

[i]Never go anywhere unarmed.[/i] One of his fellow mercenaries told him that, way back when he first began, he still followed the idea, it had happened before, a simple meeting turning into an attempted murder. Though he did not think this would be anything more than a meeting, better safe than sorry. He tucked the knife onto his belt, then exited his quarters, locking the room behind him. 

Darius began towards the briefing room, he already had the layout of the ship memorized, every room, name and ID on it. Always best to go into these things prepared. He hadn't spoken a word to any of the crew except the captain since the few days he had been placed on the ship. He mostly stayed cooped up in his room or went to a training room and worked out, it did help the time pass. He had asked to be given command of armory, they told him yes but he had yet to be introduced to his new area. His boots clanked on the metallic floor as the new Marauder turned the corner, within striking distance of the briefing room. 

The door came open automatically as he entered the room, there were already people here. [i]Great[/i], he thought, he thought he would be one of the first ones here, then he wouldn't have to awkwardly pick a seat next to one of these strangers. He stood still for a moment, glancing over the people already here, it was a mixture of humans and aliens, exactly like he figured it would be. He had no problems with aliens, he just always felt more comfortable when there were some of his own kind with him. He found the captain at the head of table, locked eyes with the man, then nodded to him in greeting. The seats next to the captain were already taken, [i]brilliant[/i]. 

He found an empty chair next to a crewman in some big mechanical exosuit, and sat down. He focused on the display of the planet they were supposed to head to first, for their first mission together. [i]Fucking great, I hate the cold, just my luck.[/i] Darius thought to himself, shaking his head. He really hoped the next planet they went to was a tropical paradise with only attractive women for the inhabitants, but he severely doubted that. If such a planet existed, then he would've never left it.