Barbiru stretched, his muscles and sinews cracking from the cold sleep. He shivered slightly, the cold mists of the cryostasis still circling around his feet. His half asleep eyes twitched and scanned his surroundings. Cold metal walls, and the humming of the ship's systems. So, they were being woken up. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and no alarms flashed. 

That seemed like a good thing.

The short Saiyan leapt out of his pod, still undressed and in the buff, and reaching with his hand, he nimbly snatched one of the diagnosis panels in the wall. The system was running fine, which was -quite- surprising. He had half a thought of the old Tuffle junk never taking off, or worse yet, exploding and killing everyone on startup, himself included. That would be no good.

Well that was why he was even there, was it? He eyed the sigil that was imprinted on his capsule. A wrench. He was the wrench monkey. Which was understandeable. He was... a less than stellar elite saiyan. And the only reason one could consider his presence on the mission was the fact that no matter the power level, one could not just simply punch space to allow intergalactic travel. One needed to be able to repair and make devices. The one thing he excelled at. He scratched his broom-hair, as messages flicked through the screens.

"Well, so far so good, but module 588-DF seems a bit dodgy. Better check that out soon." He added to himself, focused so he even forgot to dress, his eyes peering at the screen.