The Sirius was quiet and completely empty save for one man. He was a slim man of light build, and he was down in the cargo bay, running laps. It wasn’t much just a light workout, and it was being done solely as there wasn’t anything else he could do to at the moment. Alphonse was not one to venture off the ship for a shore leave for long, at least not lately. 

Lately there was an ‘itch’ let’s say, keeping the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He knew this feeling well; it always showed up shortly before something went terribly, terribly wrong. So he was keeping himself in shape, double checking that the ship was in top shape, generally making sure that everything was as good as he could make it. For he knew it was only a matter of time until whatever it was that was coming made its self-know and he would be ready. He was always ready.

Slowing down he check the time on his omni-tool, most of the crew was going to be returning soon. With a nod to himself Alphonse started making his way to his cabin, intent on cleaning up before the crew showed up.