[b][i][Click, Click, Click, Click. Boop, Dweep. Boop.][/i][/b]

"What do you mean they don't allow drones on board?" asked Cayne Zarubin while reading [i]Pathfinder's[/i] actual dialogue from the holographic HUD generated his earpiece.

[i][b][Click, Beep, Beep. Dwoop][/b][/i]

Cayne looked past his recon drone and noted two guards posted at the [i]S.E.U. Lightyear's[/i] main entryway, including what appeared to be Santerian and his own hovering companion beside him. The two parties began to converse as [i]Pathfinder[/i] eavesdropped on the trading of words, displaying conversation through text on Cayne's HUD to dissect. After catching a glimpse of an eye roll from one of the sentries, the two guards eventually gave way to the Santerian and the bulkier drone.

Cayne shook his head, "Some people just simply have no respect..." 

[i][b][Dweep.][/b][/i]

"Just to avoid angry stares, go ahead and enter stealth mode for a minute. Lie low."

[b][i][Beep. Beep, Dwoop.][/i][/b]

"Because I don't have your docking kit smart ass, its on the ship being sorted out with the rest of the cargo." retorted Cayne.

[i]Pathfinder[/i] acknowledged and vanished into a field of transparent hexagons before completely phasing out of reality. Giving a quick nod, Cayne approached the ship's entrance casually, maintaining a cool demeanor as if he wasn't 'smuggling' some sort of advanced military hardware on board. It appeared that the guards had not taken any notice of anything unusually; probably because they were still rather fumed about their meeting with the alien crew member moments ago as Pathfinder continued to feed their hidden grumblings to Cayne. "Gentleman." Cayne greeted as he past them to which they lightly nodded in reply as an acknowledgement and continued their conversation between each other.

After turning the corner, Cayne looked in bother directions and saw no one nearby. "You can de-cloak now."

The reconnaissance drone replied and shifted back into sight, revealing itself once more. "If security is that oblivious, I honestly have little faith in our ability to defend ourselves against a ninja attack."

[i][b][Beep. Dweep.][/b][/i]

"You know what I meant."

For awhile, Cayne had traveled down the hallways of the [i]S.E.U. Lightyear[/i], making himself with the vessel's floor plans while having Pathfinder map out the ship for his own reference in case he got lost; the ship was honestly much larger than he had anticipated. After exploring all he could without hitting a restricted area, Cayne head eventually found the briefing room. Just before even trying to step foot into the room, Pathfinder had suddenly floated in between him and the doorway.

[i][b][Dwoop. Click, Click. Beep.][/b][/i]

"The Commander is in there? Oh boy, I didn't know that..." commented the sniper as he fixed his posture and cracked the stiffness out from his neck. "First impressions, you know what I'm sayin'?"

[b][i][Dweep.][/i][/b]

"Hush."

Cayne walked in with Pathfinder in close tow. catching glimpse of several of his eventual squadmates as they waited for the rest to arrive. His eyes had then landed on a particular female officer whom appeared extraordinarily intimidating. [i]Pathfinder[/i] silently identified to Cayne who she was. Upon realizing this fact, Cayne snapped to attention once he had presented himself to the Commander.

"Cayne Zarubin, reporting for duty! Ma'am!"