Boarding the shuttle he had been assigned to, Joran noted that its passengers were a different assortment than usual. Sure, there were the various men-at-arms, with their vast assortment of gear and uniforms, but there was also an alien. A blue-skinned Tau, to be exact, one that the Trader had hired as a researcher for various reasons. Joran had no real like or dislike for aliens, despite his time in the guard, but his general distaste for people in general was often misconstrued as an attack on someone because of their race. Joran usually did not hesitate to inform them that he did not hate them because of their race, he just hated them because they were another person. After a brief glance at the alien, the shuttle took off, and Joran focused on getting ready for the boarding.

The Hulk was a massive conglomeration of ships, larger than even the biggest troop transports Joran had been aboard in the past. There was a figure pointed out by the pilot of the transport along the outer edge of the Hulk's hull, supposedly heavily armored. This made Joran's grip on his lasgun grow a bit tighter. The transport slowly dropped down into a breach in the hull of the massive vessel, cutting a second breach deeper into the ship, in order to make a secure, vacuum-sealed entryway for the passengers. Rebreathers with air tanks were handed out, and Joran carefully slipped it over his head, ensuring it was properly secured, before following the others out into the vessel.

Joran had been assigned to act as an escort for the Tau that Nykerio used as a researcher, and so exited the shuttle alongside it. Turning to the alien, Joran spoke, his gruff voice slightly muffled by the rebreather.

"So, fishface. I'm assuming you have some kinda idea as to what in the blazes we're doing 'board this ship? 'Cause if we're gonna be leading you, I'd like ta have some idea as to where we're goin', an' what we're lookin for."