Roland seemed to have a somewhat more commutative stay in the ship unlike others. Over the short period he had on board the fox has managed to situate himself in a room where he placed all of his personal belongings inside along with a music player given to him by some human. He traded something of value for it, but felt he cheated the man for the music player. Regardless, it was in his room now so he couldn't fix all of that. The fox glanced over his shoulder at the equipment he brought from the armory, which was laid out across a table. He went over to pull everything on then made his way back towards the armory, relieved to have familiar weapons in the firm grip of his pawish hands.
The trip back to where he got his guns was a smooth one, the Sentinel listening to the broadcast as it spoke about the commander's arrival in his language. Oh.. I hope my English is well enough He though, clearing his throat after glancing over to a small group he walked by. "Hello, I am.. Roland. I am happy to meet you." He said to himself, there was almost a delay for each word but he felt confident for his language acquisition despite the fact it was only basic English, the pilot knew it was going to be a roller coaster ride to decipher these terms.
Of all the human languages why did they choose the most difficult one for us to learn? Why are there three there's?! Do I use it's or its? Aii aii aii. The quarter master could see the young pilot's worries as he handed his rifle and handgun over, letting out a slight shuddered sigh before looking up at the crew member who was giving him a reassuring smile. He in return nodded back and went towards the door, hummin to himself a reggae tune he had been listening to on the music player. If only the player wasn't soo bulky, he would've been able to take it around with him instead of leaving it in his room... His room seemed like a good idea right about now.
Right when Roland was heading out the door until a thought had hit him, the broadcast he heard about the humans. "... Uh oh!" The fox muttered, bursting into a full dash straight to the hanger without a moment to take his breath. Upon entry he was panting heavily for a few seconds before falling in, trying to make himself as presentable and not exhausted looking as possible. It was a relief that nobody noticed his late appearance, or so he thought, and before he thought otherwise the alarms snapped him back into full attention, the fox glancing around the hanger for a split second before looking over at the COs, turning to face them. "I am ready, sir."