Jen's fascination with the ship made Raymond smile a bit as he watched her look in awe. The Monroe was an older class ship, a model that was created by the teamwork of the humans and Yhei. People say that there's a legend to this ship, that it fought in many battles across the galaxy with some of the most famous captains and pilots in control of it. Of course those were only stories, no one really knows the origins of this vessel, except it was left with Raymond because of a deal made with the Committee, and his own father years ago. "It's a long story." Was Ray's simple reply, before nodding at her response about the military. "Something told me that you aren't much for 'by the books' anyway. Didn't see why your flying skills should be different." Raymond replied, giving a shrug, and then looking to where she was. 

"Well, some of them, yes... But to be fair, these past couple of days have been extremely difficult, even for our standards." Just as he finished his sentence a drunk Reena made her appearance. "Reena, I doubt that you'll remember any of this, but this is Jen Winters. She's our new pilot. Jen, this is our xenobiologist, Reena Vaemas val Mari'Dosvin. Reena for short." After the small introduction, Raymond nodded down the hall to Jen. "The deck is down this way."

The two walked through the halls, the sound of laughing and shouting still echoing through them. "This model of Exploration craft is a 88-TF, but I think you already knew that. Engines aren't original, from what they told me when I got Her, those were shot off in some battle years ago, and replaced with newer versions. The Hyperspace Relay was also upgraded after one of our first missions, but other than that, everything else should be regulation." 

They entered the main deck. The room was very large, probably two stories high compared to the levels of the ship, the wall opposite of them was made of glass windows revealing the Spire, and the large star they orbited. On the walls were terminals, weapon lockers, two airlocks on each side, and ladders going up and down to turrets for manual operation. In front of the windows were four terminals. The pilot chair was put lower into the ground, with a lounging chair and multiple controls. To the right was the co-pilot seat, and the left was the ship's "GPS" in a sense. It had every map and planet in the known galaxy within. Behind all the terminals was a large chair, belonging to the Captain. It had override systems, but when the pilot was in command Ray could do nothing to interrupt her choices.

"CAPTAIN ON DECK!" The voice of Tango yelled, his robotic self walking towards the two. "Tango, this is our new Pilot, Jen Winters. You've officially been demoted back to Co-Pilot." Ray said.

Tango looked at Jen and held out his robotic hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Winters. I am the Topographic Analyzer for New Galactic Occurrences, or Tango for short." His glowing white eyes shut off and on again, as if blinking to mimic human characteristics. He liked to copy the race that he currently talked to to make them feel more comfortable... Or so he thought.

"So, uh, has the Committee told you what our new mission is?" Ray asked professionally. He didn't know if Jen knew about the actual mission or not. If she did, he had to find a way to convince her that the new coordinates punched in were the ones for the mission. He was so close to getting answers on his sister!