Six heard the call from his bunk, and rolled off of the bed. He was new to the ship--hadn't had much interaction yet, hadn't done much of anything really. His partner wasn't here with him, and with only a handful of years of "life" on him, he felt lost and unsure of things without Hark there. They were like brothers by this point, and Six barely knew how to get around without the larger man's help. Still, he pulled his armor from his locker, tugging the tight material over his body and opting to carry the helmet to the hanger under one arm. Hark would come soon enough, just a few more yards of tape to get through, and they'd be working together again.

The captain was there, along with a techie he didn't recognize, and Six walked towards them with the sharp sting of apprehension in his stomach. He stepped up with a straight posture and firm step, and offered a formal salute. "Sir."