Cayne had entered into the shuttle bay fully decked in his operational uniform and light exo-skeleton armor, covered in segmented rows of built in sensor nodes and optical camouflage emitters. Since this mission required him to operate in a airless and possible vacuum-like environment where zero-gravity could pose a factor, Cayne's usual military fatigues were replaces with a black body encompassing suit of noticeable thick but surprisingly flexible material refined in layers meant to not only regulate heat but to also allow air to flow when needed and seal any tears or punctures as needed. Much of his hands, joints, and boots featured small magnetized plates and suction nubs that promoted an ensuring ability to stick to any surface in the chance he needed to stay close to a wall or floor, regardless of it's composite makeup. His own operational helmet appearing like the face of a multi-eyed spider had also been modified with a larger respirator encapsulating much of his face to feed the sniper a more quantifiable source of oxygen all the while locking shut to the helmet's sealing mechanisms.

Beside Cayne was an also space worthy modified [i]Pathfinder[/i], now reinforced with tactical plating and an expanded array of sensors and antennas. Possibly the more noticeable modification was the addition of several 360 degree adjustable air nozzles that allowed the drone to navigate in a vacuum environment that would have made it's own props useless. Extra oxygen packs and utility tools could also be found underneath [i]Pathfinder's[/i] undercarriage.

Armament wise, Cayne's sniper rifle had been re-augmented with magnetic coils within the firing chamber to help compensate for area with little to no oxygen. Then again, the accelerated coils capitalized on slingshotting a high caliber round at greater range and velocity which would prove helpful if things got dicey quick. Speaking of which, Cayne had also sported a small compact shotgun holstered to his lumbar just in case of a close quarters engagement became too personal. However, it was more likely his own teammates would compensate well before he found a lethal use for the weapon. Plus, it was unlikely ship doors even had joints in this day of age but who could truly guess? To top of his choice of gear, his pistol pistol remained holstered to his right thigh and his combat knight to his left shoulder in the event his ammunition for his two more intimidating firearms were spent or if the need for a silent take down was in order.

As he arrived at the shuttle, Cayne found that Mirrah and Cadence were the first ones to have gotten suited up and ready to begin. However, he was unsure as to how much time the two had actually took to prepare, given the circumstances that Cayne's one equipment was rather fragile and required more time to load up. To say the least, he figured he would have been last one to arrive. Then again, he remembered everyone had their own ways of loading up and preparing to face the unknown, it was just unfortunate he wasn't timing himself; he would have gotten his twenty back from his former instructor.

Upon further inspection, Cayne had realized his commander had been focusing on the strange ship from one of the large view port with a pair of binoculars. He deducted that Cadence was scoping out the derelict vessel for any signs of activity. Figuring it was in his likely mandate as well, Cayne's pulled his visor over his eyes and peared through one of the high-detailed lenses to magnify the picture of the ship for him. Lights from within the vessel fluctuated constantly with brief surges of sparkling energy dissipated from the outer hull were all clearly noticeable to his image enhancing equipment. Like the commander, Cayne too was curious what had happened to the vessel but more importantly, what was on it that zapped the [i]S.E.U Lightyear[/i] of all her primary functions? And what was the voice on the comms too?

"Spooky..." announced Cayne, making his presence known, "...Not liking the eerie green lights resonating off of that derelict. If it wasn't for it's mysterious legitimacy, I would have mistaken this as a set for a cheesy B-Horror flick...Too bad the microwave doesn't work in the break room."