Stellan considered the ship in front of him for a few moments, taking it all in, before he laughed. The booming sound caused several people, scattered about the dock, to look around startled. He grinned and gave them all a casual wave, they waved back uncertainly, clearly unsure how to respond to the big man with the loud voice. With a parting grin he stepped up to the sentries guarding the entrance to the ship. He was, not surprisingly, taller than both of them and they both looked up to see his face. 

"Whoah." One muttered and his colleague elbowed him sharply, he stiffened realising he had spoken out loud and quickly painted a serious expression on his face. 

"Hi fellas." Stellan said. "I'm Stellan Johanson, I've been assigned to your beauty here." He indicated the ship with a gesture of one large hand. His other hand held onto his pack with his few personal possessions. Dressed in his military uniform, that clearly displayed his rather large build, he was somewhat intimidating though he did not realise it. The sentries looked him up and down for a long moment and Stellan waited patiently. He was used to this kind of response from people. After a few minutes more they nodded him through and Stellan thanked them by tipping his cap at them. He strode onto the ship proper several people scattering to get out of his path as he did so, behind him one of the sentries muttered to the other. "Damn did you see that guy? Damn I wouldn't want to piss him off."

Stellan merely shrugged as he continued through the ship, maybe he could find the sentries another time and take them out for a drink. They sure seemed to need one. After wandering the ship for a while and getting thoroughly lost he finally stopped someone and asked for directions. The young woman offered to show him where the briefing room was and he gladly accepted. He decided, after she had left him at the briefing room doors, that there was definitely some fun to be had on this ship. But for now duty called, he straightened his uniform and ensured his braided hair and beard were neat before stepping into the room. 

Several had arrived before him, all human other than one Santerian, and it wasn't hard to see that the human woman was the one in charge. It was in the way she carried herself and the air of authority around her. Stellan stood to attention and saluted crisply his pack at his feet.
"Stellan Johanson reporting for duty."