Suno filed out of the room to the hangar along with all the other members of the squad. He spent most of the time in transit staring idly out the window, wondering what exactly he was about to be dealing with. 

Gazing upon the craft, he noted that his guesses were right: the kitty did have claws. He was about to crew what may have been a state of the art warship.

After hooking his communications implant up to the ship's network, Suno pulled a schematic into his vision and gave himself a little tour. He wandered briefly through the bridge, looked over the escape pods and labs, saw what was being stored in the armory, and inspected his quarters and his personal craft, which was awaiting use in the hangar. Everything was top-notch.

Suno returned to his quarters and considered what to do with the rest of his free time. According to the information he got from the ship's computer, there would be a good two hours in hyperspace. That seemed like the perfect time to take a nap, especially because there was no maintenance that would otherwise occupy the downtime.

This thought was occurring to him as he repacked and stowed his belongings -- taking care to look over them for any damage -- in secure lockers and drawers. He finished just as the engines fired, and, though he rather liked feeling the roar of engines again, he lay on his bed to absorb the vibrations. Of course, he wanted to sleep too.

The second jolt wasn't anything he expected. He stood up immediately and grabbed a wall fixture in case of another. A quick scan of alerts on the computer showed no losses of pressure on the ship.

Lex's order over the loudspeaker stopped Suno while he listened. It was probably not an especially bad incident if the captain was only calling them to a meeting. Or so he thought, securing his boots and heading upstairs, until a glance at an outside camera showed him what had happened. He hurried to the conference room and took a seat by the door.