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The blaring sound of the Captain's message forced the Demolitions Expert (and now Loadmaster) to grit his teeth and slowly rise to a sitting position. He walked over to the sink in his cabin to splash some water in his face, but even that couldn't wake him up properly. He hadn't slept well the past few weeks, haunted by his sentence. This was certainly better than prison... but death as a free man would have been preferable to his enslavement on-board a ship where everyone hated him. He took a moment to look over his physical appearance, nodding in satisfaction after combing back a few loose hairs.

Dev clasped his sidearm into its holster and slung his favorite weapon over his shoulder. The latest attack had left him a little paranoid, especially if a few of those rat bastards were still on-board somewhere. He was in the doorway and ready to leave when he sighed and went back for his data pad. He had more responsibilities now, and the last thing he needed to do was prove anyone right about him being a worthless convict. Once the data pad was secured in its place, Dev sauntered through the hallways towards the lounge.

As he entered the lounge, his eyes darted between Astrid and Yasaliah. Out of the two, Yas was usually more pleasant to be around, especially since the lovely engineer seemed to have a habit of placing the guy blowing the ship up from the inside on her shit list. So he strode towards Yas, taking a seat on one of the couches and propping his feet up on the coffee table. He had heard Astrid's question as he walked in, and decided to let that linger as he closed his eyes in his reclined position, hoping to catch the briefest of naps before the meeting started.