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"Right" Stryker said "Well Ms. Rosseau, call me Stryker, I guess I'm in charge of this op" He had access to slightly-redacted versions of the Alliance's dossiers on the crew, giving him basic rundowns of the crew's abilities and specialties. He pawed at his datapad, quickly skimming through Amy's "From what the Alliance has made available to me, I expect you'll fit right in. I'm sure someone's willing to show you around, until you get a feel for the place"

He turned to address Lataniva "From the dossiers, I get the feeling they're expecting the assassin, Maverick, to be the sharpshooter, we'll figure out proper roles and discuss how your talents can help out a little closer to the target. It's nearly a 12 hour journey to Zargos. I'll be in the cockpit, getting ready to take off. Until then, dismissed, I guess" He headed out of the war room, taking the Funganoid pilot with him.

The cockpit was cozy, to say the least. Most of the immediate floorspace was dominated by the 2 command consoles for the pilot (on the right) and co-pilot (left), a small ladder led down to a lower section containing a pair of bunks jutting out from the walls.
"Don't worry, I'm not planning on cozying up here with you" Stryker said as he took his (surprisingly comfortable) seat and began to run pre-flight checks.

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Grayson had wandered off just after Dawson left, wanting to check out the quarters for himself. He noted his bags lying by the door to room #7 and wandered over to kick them across the threshold. As expected, two bunks sitting against each wall just a couple feet apart, a desk at the rear, and storage spaces beneath the bunks. Standard Alliance affair. Deciding to unpack later, he strolled back out and took a few steps down to the end of the hall to peek inside the spacious restrooms
"Nice place" he noted.
He heard a bit of noise coming from an ajar door behind him, and cocked his head in response. Engaging his cyber-eye, he scanned for signs of life, and found an odd signature that didn't match any of the known crew. He kept one hand close to his holster, just in case it was some unknown hostile and stepped into view to see a newcomer
"Hey there" he said

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Down in the engine room, SAL was doing a routine scan of the systems, making sure everything checked out. He heard the telltale sign of the ramp closing up behind him. They'd be departing shortly.

Meanwhile in the cockpit, the pilots were finishing up and broadcast permission to disembark. Stryker tapped into the PA system to speak to the crew.
"Attention everyone, we're shippin' out. Might get a bit rocky for a second when we exit Chronos Station's artificial atmosphere, so you might wanna hold on to something"

A voice came in from the pilot's console "Revenant, you are cleared to take off"