Koren walked out of the shuttle with the rest of the group. Matija was talking about something before heading in the elevator. But the Juz’ was distracted with the uncomfortable heat underneath his armor and clothes. With a hiss of compressed air, Koren disconnected his helmet from the rest of his suit and took a relieving deep breath. He was thankful that he was at least alive.

	He took a moment to breathe and look around before heading towards the elevator, but not before being stopped by SAL’s call. [color=00FF00]"Engineer… Ship's systems are reading some minor damages from the rapid ascent through the planet's atmosphere. Nothing urgent, just wanted to inform you, now that those duties fall to you.”[/color] Koren nodded in acknowledgement, saying [color=7B68EE]“I’ll fix it as soon as I can,”[/color] as he headed towards the elevator with everyone else and went straight to his shared room.

	The Juz’ headed straight for the showers after he had shed his armor where he took his time cleaning himself. When he felt aptly refreshed, Koren changed into something more comfortable: a hoodie and some cargo shorts. With his chest of tools in tow, he headed to the engine room to get a complete rundown on what needed repairing and what he could fix while the ship continued on its course to somewhere. In his mind, he wondered if Harrison was going to help him as the man initially promised and also hoped that he was as good as he claimed himself to be.

	Matija on the other hand, took her time in the showers. She basked herself underneath the cool water that dripped on her like a blessing from the oppressive heat that clung on to her skin from their most recent mission. When she felt clean and recharged, she headed out of the women’s showers and was about to enter her room when an unwanted scent wafted by her from a certain Scotsman passing by. She grabs him by the arm and pulls him closer to herself, sniffing at him on his arms, neck, and chest before scrunching her face. [color=DEB887]“No. Change ye clothes. Right now.” [/color] She stared the Scot down, challenging him to oppose her. Benny’s mood quickly cycled from surprise, to annoyance, to fear, and then to defeat as he grumpily stomped back to his cabin to change, muttering [color=B8860B]”It dun smell that bad…”[/color] under his breath. When Matija saw him successfully change into fresher clothing, she nods to herself and heads in her own room to change. The Mecorian wore a comfortable wool plaid shirt and some cycling shorts for the debriefing that would occur in the following minutes since she definitely has questions that needed answers.

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it's a mini collab with [@Rultaos]. :3

Tag!: [@Crossfire], [@superservo27]
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