[color=f7976a]"Understood,"[/color] Gue'rach replied firmly once their briefing had been concluded at Carabello's order, [color=f7976a]"we shall prepare immediately."[/color]

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Preparing, however, wasn't that simple. Having thrown his lot in with the Terran Starfleet, many of the supply and logistics crews ran into difficulties equipping him with a set of uniforms that would accommodate his massive size and build. Since the Auval’kotor weren't as common as many other ISA species, his uniform set had to be tailor-made according to his physical proportions. Gue'rach would appreciate the effort the designers put in to fabricate him the necessary uniforms and clothing as he served aboard the [i]I.S.S. Prize[/i]. In fact, he had put in a thankful reply to the department responsible for his professional and casual fatigues, to which he had received a 'thank you' from the head of staff. He wished the same could have been said when engineering designed and produced a custom-made environment suit specifically for him, again, due to his towering physique. The engineering team apparently wasn't thrilled with the project and neither was Gue'rach. He had previously submitted a request to the ISA to confer with the KIDF to transfer his personal powered armor over to the [i]Prize[/i]; a request that had been shut down due to political rules governing the exchange program. 

Still, engineering was, overall, willing to work with him to develop a Terran Starfleet powered-suit to accommodate his needs during away missions. The suit itself however was still not the greatest thing he'd worn; quite the tight fit in fact. He had been used to settling into a mechanical combat shell during his time with the KDIF but the Starfleet aesthetic was arguably less cumbersome and allowed more movement, at the cost of defensive measures. That was of course with the standard Terran model - his own was decked out with additional armor and a more robust defensive screening system. Fitting into the damn thing before it could automatically adjust to his anatomy was the difficult part.

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After some mission acknowledgments with Korax and Astrid during a quick rundown, the shuttle trip toward the derelict [i]Moray[/i] was relatively uneventful, but something was starting to bug him. Having learned that the pirate captain, Du-Vos, was ex-military made him begin to speculate the tactical choice of leaving the Moray close by and relatively unguarded. Surely, even the Fithagian could see the potential of a perfectly good ship being used against him. Having come to his conclusion, Gue'rach had asked the co-pilot of the shuttle to run an external scan of the [i]Moray[/i], to which the scan returned having found no anomalies. Gue'rach was not convinced, however.

Once the shuttle had landed unopposed aboard the transport ship, Gue'rach was the first to exit the craft, wielding a Terran heavy repeater, practically an energy-directed mounted machine gun, as a standard-issue rifle. His cautiously walked around the hanger while aiming down the sights of his cumbersome weapon while his HUD made additional scans of the vicinity, eventually concluding there was no one around. 

[color=f7976a]"Clear,"[/color] he reported as he relaxed from his tense posture.