Valian grunted awake as he heard the sound alerting him to the arrival of today's contracts.  He had, flight suit adorned, gotten up early to perform some regular maintenence on the Starbolt.  While he hadn't invested much effort into his ship's name, he cared deeply about the actual physical ship.  Once he's finished said maintenence, he'd decided to lounge in his ship's cabin before getting some breakfast, but promptly fell asleep instead.

Once he was properly awake, be pressed a button on his cyberneric arm. and pulled the contacts up in his vision.  After a moment's thought, be selected the second one.  There would be certain danger, but he was, by his estimation, one of Stardire's best pilots.  While there was definitely bias in his oppinion, fourteen years on the job had made him an undeniably skilled pilot.  What's more, he wasn't much for gunplay, so the first option didn't look like a good idea.  And he would prefer to get more pay than the third option offered, which would also require gunplay if things turned violent.

Valian stomach chose this email instant to growl.  So he made his way towards the galley.  On his arrival, he found some of his squadmates already there.

"Hello, everyone!  How was everyone's awakening?"  It was clear from his speech that he was sickeningly awake, accounting for his imprmptu nap in his ship's cabin.