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- Best laid plans -

"So what kind of time are we talking about here, before the Prometheus' landing site is found?"
Before he could answer Natan was distracted by a short vibration in his pocket, slipping out his personal system. From the same man who was questioning him now he quickly selected to send the chosen files. Quickly throwing the phone-like data bank into his pocket again, he picked his head up to answer the question.
"It could be anything from...minutes to...days. It depends if we find it near the life boat,"
His answer was quickly followed by another question,
“And please tell me we're not landing this beauty in the middle of some kind of rock-shard-cyclone-shitstorm; preliminary readings from that moon look like hell,”
Natan let a smirk cross his lips and a faint laugh escape his mouth.
"I'll try to avoid any unwanted weather, anyway it's your job to make the landing smooth."
tilting his head forward, almost like a tip of the hat, he gave a cheeky yet respectful nod to the pilot. Equally eager to avoid any hostile weather systems Natan knew just how important Raymond would be if they were caught by surprise.

- -
Not soon after, Reddick had arrived and the Captain was ready to give her briefing. Various holographic projections flew and hovered in front of the crew whilst Lena gave her precise and detailed reports on what had been learnt so far. Natan had already been through most of the data and what he had not been explicitly told he had logically come to of his own accord. What interested him more was the obvious disdain for Reddick that his Captain so obviously held. Natan had not spoken to Reddick much if at all, and whilst he wasn't his favorite person he had no real reason to dislike the man. Having said that he had a respect for Lena, seeing her so readily willing to try and put the mission supervisor down gave him a sense of caution when dealing with the grey haired man.

“Wey-Yu will have its pound of flesh, don’t worry. We all are very aware of who footed the bill for this little jaunt, and who is signing the paychecks when we get back. Give it a rest.”
Natan gave a little interior cheer as he could sense the shift of power return to Lena. He was equally pleased to see the man slump back in his chair, unwilling to fight her over the matter. He hated to think what some of the people on the ship would be like if they got into some real trouble. Tensions were already rising and they had only just woken up. Natan fought the urge to smile as he thought to himself the benefit everyone, certainly the Catpain, would feel if Mr. Reddick had been left in his Cryo-sleep chamber for another year or so.

Natan was snatched from his inner world as he was directly questioned by Lena,
“We have what? Two hours to planetfall? Something like that."
In his quick fluster all he could manage was a quick few nods, before he actually looked down to his watch to check.
"Anyway, I want everyone to use that time to get set. Bridge crew, I want you at your stations following this briefing. As for the rest of you, especially the landing team, I want you to get your gear squared away so if we’re good to land, we can get you out there ASAP.”
Natan watched on, no more questions arose and so everyone set off to complete their various duties. With a slight glance back at Reddick, the man pursed his lips and lifted his brow in a sarcastic manner. His hopes were not high, he was simply here to supervise and it was obvious this wasn't the kind of job he had signed on for. Another mouth to feed, another person to look after, all because those who signed the checks didn't have faith in what their checks had bought.

Natan had little time for his musings about the rich. He was going down to the surface, he had to prepare.

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