Oh dear oh dear, he was late.

He was going to be late at this rate!

[color=6ecff6]"Oh goodness, oh goodness."[/color] He flapped his wings as hard as he could, flitting around, over the crowd of humans with four suitcases in hand. Did he get everything? All of his tools? Clothing? Accessories? Fashion magazines? [color=6ecff6]"Ooh, I hope I got everything. I heard Scarath Drakat is scary when she's angry."[/color] Oof, really now! What was he thinking signing up for this mission, just to spite his parents? "Mokthraki can't be engineers" they said. It's not possible and unprecedented, they said. Urf, he really should have stayed on Kythphus and learned how to play instruments from his parents.

Well, no turning back now. Up and leaving from an important mission would get him in all sorts of trouble with the law.

[color=6ecff6]"Oof, is this the ship?"[/color] He landed on the ground, feet clanking against the metal floor. [color=6ecff6]"OOh...its...so pretty! Oh, it's so much nicer than the usual space designs!"[/color] He dropped the suitcases, holding his four hands in front of him as he took in the sleek design of the ship. [color=6ecff6]"Aha, wow, humans and elves certainly do have an eye for aesthetics...hmm, perhaps this trip won't be so bad after all!"[/color] He flapped his wings, excitedly observing the ship from all angles, nearly running into a few small shuttles that were taking off. Oh this was going to be so much fun! So many new cultures and fashions to explore!

Landing again, he confidently picked up two of his suitcases again, turning to head into the airlock - only to be met with two very irritable looking security guards.

[color=6ecff6]"Ooh...hello? Malia Russil reporting for duty aboard the ECS Stellaria!"[/color]

[b]"This is a military vessel, moth."[/b] One of them said.

[color=6ecff6]"E-erm, yes? And I'm stationed here."[/color]

[b]"...Right."[/b] Malia grimaced slightly. [b]"Identification, then?"[/b]

[color=6ecff6]"Uhm uhm! I have it right here somewhere...!"[/color]

He quickly checked his pockets.

Oh.

[color=6ecff6]"Uhm-uhm!...please?"[/color]

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While the captain had been getting everything ready and deciding how she was going to address the ships crew, Erka had been familiarizing himself with the ships foreign designs. Needless to say, it'd require some actual playtime with to understand them entirely, but it should be easy enough to get them started - and for now he should meet his fellow pilot. Why this ship required two, he had no idea. It wasn't a particularly large vessel...perhaps something to help foster camaraderie between the two races, perhaps.

[color=a0410d]"Antathalon. Erka Tearch. Been flying for over thirty of your human years, monkey."[/color] Erka responded from his seat, voice sounding mildly robotic - but more of a teasing inflection rather than any hostility behind it. [color=a0410d]"Truthfully, this ships design baffles me." [/color]He replied honestly, rotating the seat around and standing up. [color=a0410d]"But I know how to handle a ship better than any pilot. I an handle sub system and the main piloting just as well as any other."[/color] His two smaller arms crossed against his chest, holding one of his other ones out to the human.[color=a0410d] "It'll be a pleasure working with a human for once, Kendrick."[/color] It'd really would be a refreshing change of pace from the rank and file Antathlons on a Myrkith ship.

[color=a0410d]"But as you have more experience with human ships, perhaps it'd be best for you to handle the sub systems until I familiarize a bit more."[/color]

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Ah, she was glad to be out of that stuffy uniform.

She could breathe much easier without it on, and that wasn't just a metaphor either. A few small moments to relax before getting to business. Unlike most quarters on ships, Myrkith were notoriously practical minded. Their quarters lacked some...comfort luxuries, though as the humans built this they still had a few comforts in it. A rather luxurious bed, bookshelves, a window overlooking the garden the elves insisted on.

Sitting the chair at the desk, the captain reclined, noticing a bottle of human soda she had previously sneaked aboard.

...well, a little sip couldn't hurt. She bought the caffeinated drink to her lips and - 

[color=green]"Hey there beetle girl!  Long time no see!"[/color]

[color=0076a3]"Gah!"[/color] Nearly spit up the whole thing, quickly shoving the can into a drawer. [color=0076a3]"Jessica!"[/color] She coughed, holding a hand to her chest [color=0076a3]"What...are you doing here, urgh-"[/color] Kiri stood up, rubbing the side of her head as she greeted her old college roommate. [color=0076a3]"Still breaking and entering, I see."[/color] She mused, collecting herself.

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A few explanations and calls later, squeezing past a few oddly stalwart elves, he had finally been able to get into the ship.

[color=6ecff6]"Ugh, so rude! They wouldn't accept petting my fluff as adequate bribery..."[/color] Hurmph. [color=6ecff6]"...Uncultured heathens..."[/color] He flitted slowly down the hallways of the ship, for the most part ignoring the others. He needed to find his quarters and put his things away, after all. Then he could settle down and converse with others! OOh, he was so looking forward to it. It'd be so much fun, wouldn't it? He giggled lightly to himself, quickly forgetting the frustration of getting in.

Only to quickly realize he was quite lost.

[color=6ecff6]"Huh..."[/color] He closed his eyes. [color=6ecff6]"Where's the crew quarters at...? More importantly...where am I at? Ah-"[/color] Actually taking a look around it, this seemed to be...engineering! "[color=6ecff6]Ah! So this is the ships engines and parts and stuff! Oh, look at all of these things!...I have no idea what these do..."[/color]