It took a while for the door to open and reveal a rather young Tollan with a mess of blond hair on top of his head. [color=fff200]"Apologies doctor, I fell asleep in the chair. We were up all night getting her ready to go. Come in!"[/color] the engineer invited, enthusiastic despite the bags under his eyes. The Tollan's quarters were quite different form the others, furnished in the style of his home planet. Which, curiously, was the colony of Pellor, the last surviving few of their people after the Goa'Uld attack on Tollana. If anything, the furniture looked closer to Lantean style, featuring metal frames and transparent materials. From the first look, it was obvious that ergonomics were the primary focus, as Flynn would notice immediately after sitting in one of the chairs.

The cabins on the 307 were a bit more spacious than on the 304, Dr. Lawson citing the need for larger comfort on long term expeditions to improve crew morale. As such, everyone got their own cabin, and the department heads even had an office space attached to it. Out of the corner of his eye, Flynn might have noticed a hologram above Falnore's desk displaying a supergate of all things.

The engineer took a seat opposite to Flynn and offered him a bowl of what he could assume were some Pelloran dried fruits. [color=fff200]"What can I do for you, doctor?"[/color]
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The bridge...[/i][/b]

[color=ed1c24]"And yet, here we are, with your people dead, and mine alive, after a fashion. Yes, you have innovated and meddled with yourself to eradicate undesirable traits, until you genetically modified yourself to death. Really, all we ever had to do was patient and you would just go away on your own. Alas, others of my species do not share my patience, regretfully."[/color] Maorrigan snarked back at the AI.

[color=39b54a]"Enough, children."[/color] Cap rolled her eyes. [color=39b54a]"We have three weeks to spend in hyperspace before we arrive at..."[/color] she actually had to look the name of the planet up, [color=39b54a]"Ragnarok... Really?"[/color] she looked at the AI's avatar. She knew the outpost was founded in the later stages of the replicator war, but even to her such a name was far too fatalistic. [color=39b54a]"Anyway, you'll be stuck with each other for a while, so get over yourselves. Both of you are millennia old, you should know better."[/color] she scolded them.

[color=ed1c24]"I liked the [i]Langford[/i] better. It didn't talk back."[/color] Morrigan sighed. [color=ed1c24]"I believe I need to go inspect the quarters and supplies. Make sure that Falnore didn't forget anything and there is no... illegal production lines... being set up. Captain."[/color] she excused herself.

Sighing, Catherine shook her head. [color=39b54a]"While on topic of Ragnarok, what exactly was happening there, Hermiod? Anything your people might have left behind that will be immediately useful?"[/color]