[center][color=silver][h3]The Gray Dynasty: Victor Strade[/h3][/color] [color=silver]Current Deployment:[/color] Mars, Royal Spaceport [color=silver]Current Time:[/color]16:30, Earth Standard Time, 2207.[/center] Victor let out a sigh as their ship finally touched ground. It had been far too long since he was in a ship sized as small as the Wight, he had forgotten how different it felt. How “unsafe”, as he dubbed it in his mind. “How does it handle?” he asked Reika, breaking the silence that settled after the Wight had successfully docked itself. Reika startled slightly, almost forgetting Victor was in the room as she stared at the strange blue sky outside. “Great, actually,” she smiled, happy to put off going outside a little bit longer. “Handles like a dream. The, uh, Grays do good work. It’s good- it’s a good ship. Better than any other ship I’ve been on.” She jigged the pilots wheel amiably. “I’m glad, we’re still not sure how long we’ll exactly be on this mission, but the sooner we accommodate ourselves the better.” he collected himself, standing up and re-adjusting his attire before continuing: “We’re going to be leaving the Doctor and Mechanic behind, I want the ship with some personal surveillance at all times. Go pack what you need, myself, you, and Olsen will go to the palace. I’ll clue you in on what exactly we’re looking for on the way.” he briefed her, already making his way out of the cockpit and to the comms device in the briefing room. “Okay,” Reika replied absently, watching him leave. She slowly stood up and followed him out a few seconds later. Soon, Victors voice echoed through the Wight once more: “Crew. Myself, Saigyo, and Olsen will be departing the ship to pursue the first clue. Harlow, I want you and our Doctor to remain on board and keep an eye on things. Do not let anyone in, if any of the port workers decides to pull rank, i’ve left instructions by the cockpit to follow.” he paused before remembering to address Finn. “Olsen, gather what you need, we’ll be leaving for the palace soon.”