It had been a week since the majority of the crew had arrived on the Genesis. A week that would probably go down in the annals of boredom, once it was declassified, anyway. They had been stationed on a ship, and ordered to stay on it, and it hadn't moved anywhere. It had sat on the ground, in a hangar, doing nothing, full of people. It was like being in space, except for it wasn't moving, and there were things to do outside, but you couldn't do them. A Team-building exercise, is what Seth and Sierra had constantly called it, though you could tell that by the end of it Sierra was rather frazzled and Seth's hair almost looked unkempt if you stared at it long enough.

People probably would have cheered, when it ended, if they'd felt the volition to do so. Maybe some did. Maybe nobody did. Maybe everyone had. In any case, for the first time in a week, they were allowed to go out of the ship for something other than training or 'preventative maintenance'.

This time, a shuttle was coming in. Unlike last time, when the shuttles had arrived in the normal spaceport, the shuttles was guided directly into the Genesis' hangar in Sector Seven. Everyone had been ordered out, and ordered to stand in formation- two lines which alternated between Origin employees and SAoY soldiers had been organized by none other than the Taii- or rather, Seth, as ranks were unofficially erased aboard this ship- and made to wait. Thankfully, they didn't have long.

The Shuttle descended from above the hangar, down through the containment field that separated it from space, to land, facing backward, in front of the group. The shuttle powered down, the whirr of its generator dying out gradually. A few pneumatic hisses were heard as the shuttle equalized the pressure between itself and the station's artificial environment, and, before too long, the rear doors opened, boarding ramp descending to allow its passengers to disembark.

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Inside the shuttle, along with the rest of the new crew members, was a young Nekovalkyrja with brown hair and red eyes. She was, at the moment, Idly humming to herself, but, when the doors opened, she stopped and looked up.
"Ah, Masami-chan, It looks like we've arrived. Are you excited?" The Neko's eyes lit up as she looked out upon the group gathered before her. For someone who was arriving to be trained in the field as a starship operator, she certainly was being treated like something much more than a young soldier just out of basic. But then again, she was a Ketsurui Princess.

Civilians.

It was the main word on Saito Miyoko's mind as the shuttle approached the docked ship. Already she was surrounded by them, and if the crew roster she'd perused on the trip here was any indication, there were plenty more of them waiting on the ship. Civilians were a strange and exotic animal to her, the sort of thing that she only saw on occasional outings during her maybe-annual shore leaves or while taking training courses. Civilians, with their lack of rank! Civilians, who were all about three times her age despite usually having the discipline that nature gave a gnat! Civilians, who had dreamlike things like 'families' and 'childhoods' in their pasts! She was going to a ship half-full of civilians!

Miyoko honestly wasn't sure how she felt about that. Certainly, she'd spent some time around Nepleslians, Geshrin, and natural-born Yamataians, but they'd always been the minority on her assignments—the culture on most Yamataian vessels was that of the nekovalkyrja. Here, she wasn't sure what to expect. She knew that there were broad categories of activities that the civilian population enjoyed that she was only clinically aware of, like spectator sports and going to bars and... she didn't even know what else. If the dramas she'd caught in her free time were any indication, civilians spent most of their time falling in love, dying of terminal illnesses, and saving the world through improbable series of events, although she suspected that these were even less accurate than the fictional depictions she'd seen of military life (in which the main activities were falling in love, dying of anatomically unsound wounds, and saving the world through improbable series of events.)

And the species breakdown! She'd never seen so many Nepleslians and Geshrin on a crew roster, and that was before counting the Abwehrans. She had enough experience to work on such races if she needed to, but patients without enhanced healing were so much more of a pain in the ass. And Nepleslian civilians... well, hopefully they'd gotten a thorough medical screening at some point. A quick check of a MEGAMI's medical database before she departed had told her that there were thousands of known parasitic species. Although it assured her that infestation with these was incredibly rare on all but the most backward colonies, it would be just her luck to end up with the one patient that had a colon bursting with tapeworms.

But worrying about tapeworms and spectator sports was no way to start a new assignment. ... not when she had Sanjuro to worry about, at least. Against all odds, there he was, sitting mere meters away. The one single person she hadn't missed from the Miharu. She'd avoided him so far, but now that it was time to disembark, that could only last so much longer...

At least she wasn't getting shot at. Yet.

Shuttle
Tani Mako stood up as soon as the shuttle settled to the station’s deck. Grabbing her duffel she tried to throw it over her shoulder to carry it off the shuttle and on ward to her new home the Genesis, if only that was what happened, for as soon as she tried to get the bag on her shoulder she was thrown off balanced and fell back wards towards the shuttle door. Try as she might she couldn’t grab anything to stall her momentum. She tumbled right into the neko in the door way, knocking both to the ground outside the shuttle.

Masami looked at Rikou, her expression still as they came upon the ship where she would, in theory, be spending most of her time while guarding Rikou. "I am... apprehensive, more than excited, Hime-sama. I take it you are excited?" She was going to have to go back to her trained stoic mannerisms, now that they would be spending more time around others.

Shinon was trying to keep her busy during the week. She was trying to get to know new crew member better, especially Kin, Shimei-chan and other member of the infantry. Then she started getting used to Impulse PA, rushing about cargo-hold and trying to hit stuff with unpowered wires of the charged knuckles. It kept her busy and away from her thoughts.

First she was was bothered by Yoko and how she pointed out Shinon being rather... unexperienced. It was eating her up a little and she could still se Yoko's smug face when she was all 'Oooh I cannot believe your are a virgin!'. So what? Is that a problem? No, no it is not! At least hat was what Shinon tried to tell herself.

Second problem was the ranks. Larai Taii and ms. Mercur tried the familiarity thing and it just bugged Shinon. She went to academy and became officer for a reason and now she was supposed to discard that all on her first assignments? That made her quite frustrated.

She was eating herself up again in her room when new arrivals got there. Having nothing better to do and to make an impression she moved toward the hangar to great them. At least it could keep her from running in circles inside her mind.

Shinon was already standing next to Sethi, greeting him with a bow as shuttle landed. Shuttle's ramp went down and neko started disembarking. It was a short, pink haired Juni wearing science personnel uniform who seemed lost deep in thought. After her went a purple haired and well endowed neko whose infantry uniform seemed rather dirty, as if she just did some maintenance work.

Infantry woman seemed to loose balance under the weight of her duffel back, stumbling hitting the other neko causing them both to fall down in most epic disembark ever. Shinon had to repress herself not to chuckle as she walked to them extending her hand to whoever of the two unlucky ones.

She then noticed and heared another people coming from the shuttle and one was wearing a hakama and had katana at her side, while being a neko. That meant she was samurai and that also meant that other neko next to her must have been someone important. Wait a minute? Hime-sama? Sparkled across Shinon's mind hearing what the samurai just say.

Evelyn had spent most of her time organizing the medical bay on her own. She had also examined all of the equipment in great detail (great detail), and generally attempted to make herself useful in the role she was to fill.

Formations were familiar, though she hadn't taken her place in one since she left the Weltraumflotte. She was told where to stand, and, fortunately, most of the time she was good at that.She winced when the two Nekovalkyrja tumbled their way out of the shuttle, sympathizing with every bounce and scrape they'd be recieving.

Aren't Nekovalkyrja supposed to be graceful? She thought silently, not breaking formation.

After the tumble along the disembark platform, the several men and women lining the landing bay would see another figure appear through the doorway of the shuttle... a markedly different sight from the previous two. A taller Yamataian man, clad in a pristine slate-grey business suit, the flash of a crimson red tie above a white breast beneath the gold-accented buttons on the front of his suit jacket. A flash of a white gold wristwatch along his cuff as it carried the black leather suitcase in one hand, and a matching briefcase in the other. His face, beneath the modest crop of straight, midnight-black hair, held a definitive near-emotionless expression, a mixture of both content and disinterest all together as one. He looked rather out of place; a well dressed gentleman, walking down the platform with prideful, precise steps looked more likely to be a CEO of a major corporation.

Instead, this man was the Genesis' new medical officer; Nitô Heisho Ashitaka Sanjuro.

As Sanjuro scaled the ramp with careful steps, he glanced around the bay, his unamused expression glancing between each individual with practiced precision. In a strange manner of speaking, Sanjuro was excited to be serving on the Genesis; the information that he was given about the ship and its crew led itself into a decidedly civilian archetype, which Sanjuro was easily able to note with the lack of matching uniform between both Star Army and Origin personnel. His excitement stemmed from familiarity; although he found his time serving aboard the YSS Miharu to be full of new and valuable experiences, the danger factor was much more prevalent that what his tastes would have normally preferred. Here, among a civilian crew, Sanjuro firmly believed that he would be able to practice medicine in a safe, reliable and hard-working environment.

'Safe... reliable... hard working' Sanjuro repeated the words in his head a couple times.

This was what he believed, that is, before he joined the shuttle trip to the YSS Genesis itself. It was at that point when he found his dreams of safe, reliable, hard-working individuals to be marred; marred by one individual that he felt guaranteed the near opposite. That one particular individual was down on the ground before him, having become a target of a wayward stumble by another new recruit that had ventured out before him; Saito Miyoko.

Sanjuro eyed Miyoko pensively as she lay on the ground, stopping a foot or so away from her body as he towered over her splayed form. He had met the neko back on the Miharu... or rather, he had replaced her as the Chief Medical Officer for, what he considered, some very valid reasons. Despite Sanjuro's best, most heartfelt efforts to educated the purple-haired neko in ways of success in her career, she continued to stay the same. 'Unsafe, unreliable, uninterested and lazy' were words that Sanjuro had repeated to himself throughout the shuttle trip there, when he had first caught sight of Miyoko. By some strange divine punishment, he had been assigned to the same ship as her after the Miharu dispersed. Another hurdle in life, Sanjuro thought as he set his suitcase down next to Miyoko's head.

"Saito-Hei," Sanjuro spoke to Miyoko for the first time in a long while, looking down at her as his voice carried a monotonous tone that properly conveyed his distaste for her plight. It almost sounded piteous. "Already tired? Are you feeling well?" It was difficult to tell if he was being venomously sarcastic, or was legitimately worried for her well-being; his blank expression and flat words giving no hint in either direction.

"It is, as always, a delight to see you as well, Ashitaka..." Miyoko glanced up to check Sanjuro's rank pin, "Heisho." It was in her best approximation of an earnest greeting. She knew from experience that sarcasm would just be wasted.

Miyoko pushed herself up and brushed her uniform off. After a quick glance to her own bag to make sure it hadn't taken too much of the force of her fall, she looked to Mako and offered the neko a hand up. "Are you okay? Everything in one piece?"

Smiling a fool’s grin Mako looked up at the person she just knocked over. Taking the proffered hand she stood up, “I am so sorry for that, I have no clue what just happened.” Dusting herself off she bowed, “I’m Tani Mako, and I’m a new PA diver. Again I’m sorry that I landed on you.” She tried to hide the blush of embarrassment that started to grow across her face. Great this is the best way to meet new people Tani, what next? She thought to herself. Still smiling she moved off to the side of the shuttle to wait for orders on what to do next or where to go.

Bored.

Boooooored.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRED!

Needless to say, Yoko was bored. For most of the time aboard the Genesis so far, she didn't have all that much work to do and for one simple reason - she got all of it done in a hurry in the first few days. This meant that she was now stuck with next to nothing to do. Sure, there was the daily checks that needed doing, but otherwise, that was it. There was next to nothing for her to do until the ship started to actually sail around.

If, when, that finally happened, Yoko would be constantly working to make sure the rather experimental systems were all working and not at risk of blowing up. Until then however, the young woman was more or less left wondering why she ever thought it was a good idea to have a chess match against the ship's AI. Especially now that it moved to checkmate her. With an exasperated sigh, she waved the hologram away and reached for a lighter to light the cig in her mouth.

But that wasn't meant to be - before she knew it, Yoko was summoned and found herself standing in line with everyone else as a shuttle arrived. She also found herself one of the people trying hard to keep the imminent laughter down to just a snicker as a pair of SAoY Neko took a tumble from what would have been a more dignified departure. After all, everyone was here, all neatly lined up like some sort of patchwork uniformed guard or something.

"These goils are the finest the Staar Army's got huh?" she spoke from under her breath, the edge of her lip quivering up into a grin.