Jan walked into the hangar, a sandwich in hand, it dripped with mayonnaise and other condiments, but that was to be expected from something slapped together in about two minutes. Like this, he walked over to the Goldenspur, and the engineers standing around it.

One alerted him, "Fueled up and ready to go, sir!".

Jan swallowed the chunk of food he was chewing on. "Right, I'll be climbing in and linking up, I take it we depart in a few minutes?"

"Yessir, should. Make sure everything is good on your side, too. Diagnostics.", the Goldenspurs' liutenant engineer finished with a, "Tell us if we fucked up, basically! Hahehe.. Doubt we did, of course."

"I'll know where to find you if you did though." Jan smiled, the man seemed competent enough, and he seemed to share his sense of humor. He clambered over to the cockpit's entrance in the back of the goldenspur and lowered himself inside. The seat seemed to be the same as always, he started clicking into his safety harness. Sighing briefly at the amount of belts he had to click together.

After he secured himself, he took a deep breath in preparation for the startup sequence. He took the neural plug, braced himself for a moment, and plugged in. Electricity shot through his nerves, there was the familiar moment of confusion as to what was his body and what was the machine. He breathed again, he was plugged in.

[color=8882be]"This is Sophia, Goldenspur, you fully operational?"[/color]

"This is Van Gent, I am plugged in and ready for transport, all systems nominal.

[color=8882be]"...Are you really not familiar with that little bit of NC-culture?"[/color], Sophia asked, after a short sigh, and nearly audible rolling of the eyes.

"No commander, I just thought I'd finally show a bit of proffesionalism now that I'm in the seat. Can't have you thinking I clown around on the job."

[color=8882be]"Eh. You can fuck around a little, who gives a damn as long as the job gets done? ... Plus, it's just strange... Of course, normal people would call that little quirk of NC pilots strange, I suppose."[/color]

"Heh yeah, I do suppose it's rather confusing to refer to people as if they're machines... But really, it's rather understandable once you've been in the seat. anyways, if you will, I'll finish my sandwich while I wait.

[color=8882be]"We'll launch as soon as both your and Little Dragons' diagnostics are done. If you think you'll need to shit, mention it now."[/color]

"Heh yeah, as attractive a lavatory module would sound, I doubt it'd be responsible use of funds. But no, I'm good on that end."

[color=8882be]"... Hey, Goldenspur. I have a question for you, from a veteran to another?"[/color]. Sophia actually asked a question. This was either going to be good, or really bad.

"Ask away commander"

[color=8882be]" ... You ever see things that aren't there in the cockpit? I keep on hearing tales. I want to know if they're true or not. Inside or outside, if anything?"[/color]

"I... don't know, I don't usually pay attention to my... 'actual eyes' while I'm piloting... never really paid attention to such things"

[color=8882be]"Well, can you start? Tell me if you do, one day."[/color]

"I will sir... Though I'm not losing sight of the battlefield for doing that."

[color=8882be]"Don't call me sir. Do I still apparently look like I have a penis?"[/color]

"Eh, then waht do I call you? Haven't bothered to keep track of your 'preferred title'"

[color=8882be]"Commander, Miss, Captain, Boss. Boss is only when you want to get [b]slapped[/b], though.[/color]

"Heh, alright, I'll try to remember it [i]boss[/i]." Jan chuckled, as if to challenge the commander to come over and make good on her threat.

[color=8882be]"You're lucky I'm not up to it now, Mook."[/color]