“Just finished the inspection of all my team’s equipment. We should be prepared for just about any breed of danger that might keep in on us.” Thucydides replied. He paused then when he spotted the young Black woman trying to manage her rather copious luggage. He nodded politely toward the Hungarian. “If’ll excuse me, seems our cartographer needs an extra pair of hands.”

He gave a brief salute before he loped over toward the young woman. Thucydides loomed easily over the woman, and was probably four times her weight in muscle and bone, but even then he had to his best to not appear threatening.

“Let me give you a hand with that, Miss Everett.” He said, his Louisiana drawl as thick as could be. The big man offered a polite smile as he turned the wheel to open the hatch for her. “Captain Thucydides Beauregard. Pleasure to meet you at last. Raymond would be proud seeing all this.”