[h3]Valerius | ???[/h3]

[color=red]"Ahahahaa, no way no way, that's ridiculous. This isn't some kind of movie, that kind of thing only happens for movie premises"[/color], he responded with a goofy doubtful smile. Despite the stern look he didn't seem to take her seriously, he wasn't easily swayed, or he was an oblivious idiot, either way, he didn't seem to believe that. He pat the lady on the shoulder and walked towards another end of the room, he seemed to know where he was going. There was a console at the end and he was walking towards it.

[color=red]"And really, this isn't even my ship, that old junker's down at the station, they kind of made me captain this thing and it's a pain... 'We'll need you later' they said, 'you're a valueable asset' they said. Please, I just want to eat good food and live peacefully, hell those marines you mentioned, I get run ins with them all the time, don't blow it out of proportion... Now then..."[/color], by the time he finished talking he reached the console. He hit a few buttons, but it wasn't responding...

[color=red]"Hm? Ah that's strange... Let's see..."[/color], for a moment he acted as if he was trying to find some kind of error and then just gave it a swift kick, and within moments it booted up. There was such a console like this in every room, it was for anything, communications, used like a personal PC. 

[color=red]"Okay... Where'd they put my stuff... Oh there's a notification for 100... Birthdays... For a... Steven Stevenson... Huh"[/color], he scratched his head as a panicked feeling began to take form. There was an uneasy silence as they just heard a few 'hms' and 'huh', as he tapped away at the little console... And then...

[color=red]"WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"[/color]

It appears to have finally dawned on him.