[center][h2][color=BC8F8F]Gera Zsoldos - Pilot[/color][/h2][/center]

Gera couldn’t contain himself any longer, and can you blame him? He burst into laughter, like that of a jackal. It was cruel and bemused and joyful all at once. After a few moments that seemed to drag on far longer than they should have, Gera drew himself together. [color=BC8F8F]“Miora, lovely captain, it appears you’ve managed to offend our eccentric friend here,”[/color] He began, his voiced laced with mocking condescension. [color=BC8F8F]“Should you apologize? However… refusing to tie her shoes, no matter how silly, declining to follow orders is paramount to insubordination! I say… twenty lashings.” [/color]

Here now, Gera leaned forward toward Marie, bending low so their eyes were level and only a few inches apart. [color=BC8F8F]“I’d just walk away from this, Plush. You know you can’t win here.”[/color] He glanced at Miora for a brief moment, making eye contact and smirking before looking back at Marie. [color=BC8F8F]“Our brave pilot is not someone to be trifled with, and I dare say together we shall form quite a dynamic duo. Really now, stay on our side or stay out of our way.”[/color] By the end of his spiel, all previous traces of amusement were gone from Gera’s voice, and he seemed quite serious. He leaned back. [color=BC8F8F]“This isn’t a threat, just a friendly warning.”[/color] Yet, despite saying this, danger did seem to glint in Gera’s eyes, if only for a split second. 

[center][h2][color=2F4F4F]Anton Kyznetsov - Doctor[/color][/h2][/center]

Anton glanced down at the hand still clasped around his, his face contorting into worried amusement. He gently extricated his hand from Erin’s and looked at her curiously, thought not unkindly, before turning his attention to the newest arrival. He cleared his throat. [color=2F4F4F]“I’m sure neither of you meant any offense.”[/color] Anton then offered his hand to Elizabeth. [color=2F4F4F]“It’s a pleasure to make both of your acquaintances. Liz, I’d assume that you would be the representative sent by the Coalition?”[/color] She certainly looked the part, with her intelligent, analytical eyes and self assured smirk. Anton wondered what agenda she was pushing, cozying up to Erin, or if she even had one at all. All of these bureaucrats were an incredibly mixed bag. 

[center][h2][color=8FBC8F]Royland Asterwick - Corporal[/color][/h2][/center]

Royland saw John approaching him and moved forward to meet the man halfway, relaxing his expression in the process. Upon receiving a smile and a few kind words that seemed to have some amount of weight to them, Royland returned the inviting countenance with a smile of his own. The two seemed to be getting along all right. Good omen. As long as Royland could count on John, John could count on him. [color=8FBC8F]“I’m rather well versed in space travel,”[/color] He said easily. [color=8FBC8F]“In fact, I’ve been frequenting the lab since it’s conception.”[/color] Royland frowned. [color=8FBC8F]“My entire family is aboard that station. We’ll get to the bottom of all this though, I’m sure.” [/color]At least, Royland hoped that they would. What was that he was feeling? Doubt? Irrational doubt... no [i]doubt[/i] about it. Still a bad omen.