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  A meeting already? He was there for a grand total of roughly twenty or thirty seconds and there was already some sort of mission going on. What great timing. The Alliance couldn’t wait to let him join the crew until after this mission. “Aight, aight. Godspeed, then.” he responded, not letting the grin drop from his face. At least this guy seemed sociable and nice. Perhaps things wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

  He kept quiet as he allowed himself to be led around the ship, looking around as the two walked and listening to everything his new crewmate was saying. He sure liked to talk. Maxi debated asking if there was a lab of sorts on ship, but looking at the fact that they were supposed to be at a meeting, he decided against. He could find it later on using the maps. The two came to a stop at two rows of doors, and Maxi was told to pick a room. 6, 9, 10, 11, and 12 were open. He thought for a second before mentally shrugging and picking a room at random. 9 would do. 

  After he made his choice, Maxi opened the door to room 9 and quickly dropped his stuff on the floor. There wasn’t much; some spare clothes and a bunch of basic medical equipment he was allowed to keep. Everything else he was was well gone and out of his reach. Oh well, he could work with what he had. With his bag set down and room claimed as his own, he left the room and returned to Grayson. He was ready to be taken to the meeting to get a summary of what was going on, but instead he was asked a question about his weapon. “This thing? Yeah, I think so. It’s a little old, but it still works”. He took the blaster out of the holster and handed it to Grayson. “What about it?”