Asrial grumbled slightly as the shuttle touched down in the hanger, they were late and that was not the first impression that he wanted to make on his new squadron, whether it was within his power to solve or not. Still he kept his grumbling to a minimum, and instead decided to focus on the good things that were happening today, a new ship and a new squadron, both things that excited the Aranok, though like always his face remained grim even if his mind was doing cartwheels with possible scenarios. he was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he almost missed the doors opening, and the crush that formed to get out and onto the deck of the carrier. With a slight grunt Asrial hauled himself to his feet and went over his mental checklist of items that he brought with him, touching each one for conformation as he went over it in his head. [i]"Knife?"[/i] he brushed a couple of his talons over the leather bound milky white hilt that protruded from the scabbard attached to his leg, [i]"Check. ID and any other personal effects?"[/i] He patted the pockets of his uniform, content with the outline of the items within [i]"Check."[/i] With that he reached under his seat and pulled out the small worn, leather bag that contained everything else that he brought. Turning to the crowded exit he sighed, and lung the bag tightly under his arm [i]"Alright, no sense in making them wait any longer. Onward we go."[/i]

With that he strode forward, his steps falling heavy on the shuttle's floor, and joined the movement to the exit. Though he probably had a better time than most when it came to the crowd, his sheer size making a couple of those of the smaller races move to the side, he still was making slow progress. But eventually he made it out and into the hanger of the [i]Heart of Valour[/i], his eyes welcoming the sight of the new ship's interior. It was a buzz of activity, as was to be expected on a ship about ready to have an inaugural flight, with crew members ducking here and there trying to get where they needed to go without getting crushed or diverted. Taking a deep breath Asrial was pleasantly surprised to find that the stale taste that the air got in some older class ships due to its recycled nature was not present, he wondered breifly if the designers had found a way to fix that problem. Shaking his head, he decided that probably wasn't the case and that it was just because the filters on the [i]Heart[/i] were new and top of the line. 

 As he reached the end of the ramp the large Aranok extracted himself from the crowd and attempted to find where he supposed to check in. As luck would have it he spotted an Isorlai that matched the description he was given about his new commander, this plus the fact that she was surrounded by others that appeared to be pilots sealed the fact for him. In any case if he was wrong she could probably point him in the right direction. Tightening his grip on his bag he made his way over to the group, opting to weave through the crowd instead of battering ramming his way through. As he emerged in-front of the Isorlai, Asrial would wait for her attention as not to interrupt or startle her. When he was ready he spoke out, his rumbling voice rising to be heard in the cacophony that was the hanger [color=a36209]"Colonel Bellioch? I apologize for any inconvenience or delay in my arrival. Still, I am Asrial Olarin one of you new pilots, I am reporting ready for duty ma'am."  [/color]