Oh hell.

The Geshrin mumbled a little to himself, wearing the Green uniform of the Neps proudly. Well, not like he had a choice in the manner. On his back was a duffel bag, only half full. He didn't have many worldly possessions he needed to cart around, after all. Glancing up at a map, he spotted his destination: The NSS Banning. ... Wonder if anyone got banned on that ship... The puns, they burn~. Stifling a chuckle to himself, he jogged up to the docking area of the ship, stopping to salute the man waiting for him and some others.

"Sorry sir, some ladies kept insisting on giving me a 'Going away present'." He spoke calmly, no hint of the smile inside of his mind showing.

Sure, it was a lie. In actuallity he was helping some other recruits figure out where they needed to go. He pointed them in the wrong direction, but they'd figure it out.

So then... The Alliance. Hope I don't get space'd in the first week...

Valen didn't really care too much if this chum had received any 'going away presents', so he just registered that this Geshrin recruit had come aboard. There were only a few left who needed to board before the Banning could take off.

Carsten blinked a little before he nodded to the fellow and boarded the vessel fully.

Tch, Knew the trainers were telling fibs... Oh well.

As Carsten made his way into the NSS Banning, the loading crew had just finished loading and locking the final supply crates into place inside the vessel's cargo hold. The foreman shouted through his voice amplifier once more before running his final checks on the inventory lists. Once he was sure, he sent the capain of the NSS Banning a set of coordinates and instructions for reaching the NSS Alliance safely to drop off the shipment.

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Meanwhile, a large goofy-looking ID-SOL and a shorter, ratty-looking Nepleslian stood precariously in view of one particular doorway in the passenger module of the ship. While the ID-SOL was not looking at anything in particular, the Nepleslian had his eyes set on a particular object sitting in one of the beds. The Nepleslian reached up and tugged the ID-SOLs collar down towards him in order to grab his attention.

"Hey Lenny. You see that broad in there?"
"Uh...yeah George. I sees her." The ID-SOL grinned widely at nothing in particular as he glanced.
"Wanna do me a favor, buddy?"
"Shore, George, shore."
"Do the lost puppy thing. Now go, go!" Lenny whispered quickly as he pushed (or tried to push...Lenny was quite a large fellow) the ID-SOL into the direction of the doorway.

As soon as the ID-SOL reached the room, he looked around at the innards with a look of amused, child-like fascination at nearly everything. When his eyes fell upon his target, however, Lenny did his best to look as casual as possible as he strolled up to the Freespacer. He exchanged glances between her and her book a few times before speaking up in a curious, warm tone.

"...whatcha readin'?"

(For those who were not in IRC at the time, Fian said that the Banning's guest quarters are 50 or so compartments with one bunk bed and room for two people each.)

Tweak normally would have overheard the plotting in her doorway, but she was focused on the book and the bandanna keeping her ears out of sight also folded them down, dimming her hearing. But the room was also a small one, and her face was about three feet or less from the doorway, so the neko had already noticed the two men by the time Lenny was told what to do.

Her face was twisting into the beginnings of a paranoid frown as he asked his question, but she answered anyway, terse and to the point.

"I'm writing. I like to do that sometimes." Her dark red eyes glanced over at George before returning to Lenny. "What are you doing?" she asked.

After everything was all settled and complete. Captain Sebastrano received the coordinates and final orders before departure. His grim expression seemed to linger over the bridge crew as he punched those coordinates of the NSS Alliance into the ship's navigational system. He then silently nodded down to Valen, whom in turn called over the radio, "NSS Banning ready for departure. Requesting final clearance to leave the station." As they waited, all external ports, airlocks, and vents were closed and sealed.

*stomp* *stomp* *stomp*

A heavy, resounding, metallic stomping noise echoed throughout the corridor, not entirely unlike the heavy footsteps of a power armor.

And then, a huge and menacing figure appeared behind the two soldiers, peeking into the room.

Except it wasn't all that huge, standing tall a reasonable 170 cm.

And, uh, it looked like a robotic space suit welded together from jagged metal scraps found in some junkyard or another, so it was kinda menacing. Well, apart from the rainbow-colored scarf around its neck. And the random multicolored scribbles spray-painted all over it. As a matter of fact, it looked like a bunch of rabid, crayon-wielding kindergarten kids had just finished playing with it.

Ok, it wasn't tall nor menacing at all. More like... bizarre. If the thing were about a meter taller, and black, then it would look like a run-of-the-mill insane cyborg assassin automation straight out of one of those bad horror movies. The ones with the mad scientist and his legion of killer robots.

But like that, it just looked weird, silly, maybe a bit creepy

The... thing turned its head towards the ID-SOL, staring at him for a moment with its red-colored eye sensors. Then, shifted its interest to the shorter Nepleslian soldier. And finally, to the girl on the bed.

"HELLO EVERYONE." it suddenly blurted, in a mechanized, robotic voice filtered through its external speaker, placed where a humanoid would have its mouth. At high volume, and with merciless disregard for anything it might be interrupting by suddenly bursting into someone else's room, apparently.
"I'M SORRY. I THINK I'M LOST. CAN SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASE? THIS IS MY FIRST TIME ON AN ALIEN SPACESHIP AND I'M FEELING LONELY."

Tweak winced at the Freespacer armor's high-volume speech, but was still visibly happy to see another 'spacer on board.

"What are you looking for?" asked the neko, smiling at the armor as she closed her book and hopped off the bed, trying to keep her heavy shoes off the covers.

The Freespacer-in-a-suit stepped forward, ignoring the two soldiers and focusing his (her?) attention on the neko.

"HELLO, FRIEND! MY NAME IS DREAM ZERO ZERO! WHAT IS YOURS?" The Freespacer introduced himself in an enthusiastic manner.
Luckily, he did have enough sense not to try and shake Tweak's hand or hug her or anything like that.

"I NEED TO KNOW THIS SHIP BETTER. WILL YOU INTRODUCE HER TO ME? I WANT TO HELP." He added with a nod.

Clapping her hands over her hidden-under-a-bandanna-and-already-folded-over ears, Tweak winced. "First, could you turn down your speakers? They're twenty-five percent over preferred speaking volumes," she said, looking up at the armor's sensor. Although she recovered from the initial loudness-shock, Tweak kept her hands over her ears until she was sure the volume had been reduced. "My name is Tweak Three Seven. It's nice to meet you, Dream. And I haven't spoken to the ship yet, but I think she should be listening in anyway." Tweak looked up at the ceiling. "Are you, Ship?" she asked.