Nexus entered rather solemnly, wandering around like a lost sheep, cataloging the ship and its rooms. Eventually it began to call the engineering deck — more specifically the ship hold — its home. In the months spent in dock, it opted to sit dormant and in a state of hibernation at one of the work tables. Should a crew member attempt to speak to it, the tried and true "playing dead" method worked quite well. Occasionally, it would be seen tinkering on the work table or itself, refusing to even communicate or reveal their work.

It had quartered off the ship-hold for its own purposes. With what little material it could bring onboard, it opted to bring a small droid which hovered above the work table and illuminated the area, making chirps and beeps around Nexus. A clear access-way to an elevated steel work bench allowed the eight foot tall robot to stand and work. Since it had arrived, it sat in almost recluse from the remaining crew members, not wishing to intrude on their business as of yet. An incredibly large machine was off-putting to say the least — if they wished to communicate, they would come to it.

It had argued with itself that this was the best course of action — stay out of sight until the Captain of the ship ordered all crew to the briefing room. How could it remain in the sidelines if it were to be thrust into the lime-light? With a smooth turn, the machine hulkingly maneuvered its way to the briefing room. It entered and stood motionless, just to the right of the entrance.

The blue optic shone curiously over the Captain, Marino. Plates contracting and extending in minute movements, twin radar antennae twitching slightly. Its arms rested in front of itself, hands of one set folded over each other, with the remaining set doing the same but only lower.