The light flickered on and off. It wasn't like it was supposed to be doing, but it still did it. His eyes were fixed directly on them at they flickered once again, before seizing their own action to remain alight. The eyes of his own narrowed as he studied it, waiting for it to flicker once more; to his surprise, however, nothing happened. A faint grin appeared on the silent face as he turned back to the forever-large console. A stroke of thought crossed his lonely mind as he looked towards a few of the markings encrypted within the chassis.

[b]H.U.N.T. Orbital Research Team[/b]

	He grinned. He was apart of that crew. It was his time and place, his invention. Well, he said [i]'His'[/i] when it was just the part of his programme. He specialised in the monitoring and security through telecommunications for the people who would come onto the station. It was a brilliant piece of kit, the [b]H.U.N.T.[/b] system, and yet that knowledge of being the person who both specialises and controls it just sends a warm feeling into his heart. The man behind the chair had two thick sheets of glass covered two sides of the Cube shaped room. They allowed access through visual contact to him, a speaker on the outside. The room had its own oxygen supply, if the station's were to fail. A bed, several lockers and cabinets for uniform and tool storage. There were small-term food storages for longer shifts, and a glassed container for the Suit he would occasionally wear. The Exo-skeletal suit was advanced, too advanced in some cases. The way it worked, how it was to function just seemed beyond the present time, even in the day of age where space-travel was something of the common. The swivel chair moved around, helping the man to find his visual way around the room. He'd been working here for a few months still, and yet the confidence that was within him didn't exactly give him that special touch he needed. Having this role was an important responsibility to take, and what's more he had to directly address some of the rooms and cabins within this new [i][b]Hotel.[/b][/i] That could be terrifying for someone who had as much social experience as a newborn child. The man continued to think, over and over, about this...every second.....until something snapped him out of the Trance.

[color=aba000]"Chris....Oi, Chris! Christopher!"[/color] He turned quickly back to the console. Christopher quickly switched his speaking channel to the direct contact, Naomi. She was one of the newer telecomm-users, not having taken part in the building or design of the system. She was the only outsider actually trained to use these, and she was responsible for the employee channels.

[color=007236]"U-uhhh...Yea...yeah...Yes. I'm here. I'm here."[/color] He quickly spoke into his transmitter. The voice echoed through the radio-traffic and into her's, as she acknowledged his arrival.

[color=aba000]"A new group just arrived. Lottery Winners, again. Inform Stevenson and his team to start some check's whilst I go on my coffee break."[/color] Chris nodded slightly. Naomi was one of the few people he could talk to casually with limited stuttering and stammering. She had been a nice fellow to him, understanding his difficulties here and there. She had once suffered the same troubles, but was able to overcome it. She was around Chris' age, more shorter and a rather slim person. It was clear that she was going to make a successful employee.

[color=007236]"Alrighty...I'll get to it. You go take your break whilst I monitor your system."[/color] Chris notified, his accent moving back in. He switched a few dials to different angles and spoke once more. [color=007236]"St-stevenson. You go take the checks now. Naomi is...on her break. O-out."[/color] He wasn't expecting any responses, hence the decline of saying [i]'Over'[/i]. Now was the time to not really relax and start watching out for the incoming communications to pass from tourist to employee, employee to tourist...it was his job...well...[i][b]for now[/b][/i]....