- Preparation -Natan was met with blank faces as he arrived a fraction later than the rest of the crew. He knew them all by face, few by personality. The pilot at least gave a friendly gesture to which Natan responded, giving an awkward smile and a similar tip of his tea cup in his direction. Most had found a seat, Natan preferred to stand, not quite at the back of the room but out of the way. He was never socially adept, it wasn't a condition but more the preference to be left alone, with his own thoughts. The group seemed to have a natural camaraderie. Jokes, elbows and a few knowing smiles.
Placing his cup of tea on the closest table, Natan began to scour the graphs inside the file he had brought with him. Occasionally glancing upwards, a smirk on his lips as he listened to all the little jests and jibes. The data he was looking at detailed the initial scans of the planet surface. From this far out the details were rough but it was enough to get a basic idea of the situation. With the Prometheus mission having no prior knowledge of LV-223, they would have had to find their own site once they had arrived. Natan frowned slightly as he realized that finding the Prometheus might be quite difficult with no information of the ships location or where it landed.
He turned his attention from the surface scans to the group, Zelda had just come out of the bathroom, looking incredibly uncomfortable.
"Everyone sleep well? I imagine so, since we've been asleep for two years...Holy crap, I'm 33 now. Wait what month is it? I may still be 32."
"Time dilation."
Natan picked up his tea and approached the group, closing the file in hand he slid it across the table that he intended to sit at.
"We traveled at the speed of light, or at least very close. You age slower than people on earth."
Smiling at her he took his seat, then turned his attention to Lena. He placed a spread hand on the file, indicating it was the focus of his next conversation.
"Everything seems good. We are in correct orbit, surface mapping has already begun, but it might take time to find exact landing site."
He quietly cursed his own inability to expunge his Russian accent. He often muddled phrases, they were no less understandable but he felt his origins could create animosity.
Natan took a quick moment to greet the rest of the crew, smiling at each as he looked around the room to count exactly how many were present. Listing them off in his mind he found it harder than expected to remember their positions. The effects of hyper-sleep as it seemed, had not entirely dissipated. The captain, obviously. The XO, mechanic, engineer, pilot, Diego the security officer and the doctor. It was an eclectic mix of race and gender, somewhat surprising to Natan that the women outnumbered the men, at least if you counted Sara. Natan was never a fan of synthetics, and he wouldn't count her among the ships crew. Equally surprising, or so he found, all of the women were extremely attractive. It almost seemed as if everyone picked for this mission could have had a promising modeling career if it wasn't for their intellect getting the way. Wondering if it was in fact a conscious decision, Natan caught himself staring at Miss Laster. With a quick dart of his eyes, placing them firmly on his tea he knew she had caught him.
"Apologies, I from Russia."
it was true that Natan hated it when his English didn't quite suffice, but he had no problem doing on purpose. Playing the innocent European had gotten him out of a few sticky situations before.
Natan threw his head back, drinking the last of his tea. A small grunt at his now empty cup prompted him to find some more, the brief was soon to begin however, so he decided to suffer in tea-less strife for a while longer.
