They were ready for this journey.

The three elves headed through the bay with a great amount of excitement as one of the humans smiled and waved to them - the new crew members couldn't wave back because they were carrying [i]very important[/i] things, but Sprinklestar, Dazzlefalls, and Heartcheer each gave returning smiles as they headed through the airlocks in their human inspired uniforms.

There was also a bit of nervousness - well, a bit of nervousness from Dragonflie and Issiliandria.  Liri smiled at the Myrkithians as if [i]The Calamity[/i] had never happened while his two companions lowered their heads in shame into the respective objects they were carrying.

Eventually the airlock went through its process and the three of them waited patiently in the entry room.  Sprinklestar panicked as she stood in the entry to the ship while the others went off.  W-what was she supposed to call the person in charge again?  She'd been told that was very, very important.  C- Cartridge?  No ... Captain!  At least she hoped that was right.  These titles were confusing.

Her pink eyes glanced around as a nervous gulp went down her throat - she hoped that she wouldn't be the one to cause the next [i]Calamity[/i].

Issiliandra was about average in height among elves, but most humans were taller than her and any Belethus [i]towered[/i] over her.  The elf had abandoned her traditional clothing in favor of the human-like synthetic uniforms that hugged closely to her skin, outlining her graceful features - on the back of which were a couple of metal strips that could enable flight via W.I.N.G. technology.  Going up the right side of her neck and clipping to her ear was part of her headset - the visual and microphone components were folded back.  In the center of her small chest was a small generator used to power her suits functions.  It would be rather apparent she'd spent a bit of time on her appearance as well - her blonde hair seemed to sparkle slightly as the light danced around it.  

She fumbled the object in her arms - A bouquet of flowers nearly as large as she was.  A series of thistles representing prestige interwoven with friendly roses - the small vase that held the flowers was magically imbued to ensure the flowers would be long lasting - up to two years.  It was a masterpiece even by elven standards.

The other two held similar bouquets as they waited patiently to be summoned.  They were told to wait here, so they would be good little elves and wait.