It had been a long time since he had been on his assigned vessel. Nearly a season locked up in secret facilities under the watch of Or'ion testifying on the attack of Levia. Watchers and their disdain, Superior Officers and their constant need for updates, it had all be dreadfully annoying over all. The only solace had been working with Technical Specialists in Software Engineering. Such a joy to have intelligent conversations with like-minded and skilled individuals.
But, like all good things, it had to come to an end at some point. A point that involved blindfolding and such, which had been another nuisance over all.
So now, a certain midnight-furred Laibe had entered a certain observational lounge of a certain exploration vessel. His things had been delivered to the vessel, which meant he was only in uniform with his usual goggles donned above his eyes. He glanced around the lounge with tail still and ears flat, totally indifferent to the majority of those with in the room. However, his ears moved forward a touch upon sighting his target: U'Cetrinal Sa'kira Yuna'me.
He was on the move. Crossing the distance at a slow, purposeful pace, the Laibe moved close to his Commander and saluted in a formal, near-perfect stance of tail off to the side, hand across his chest, and ears forward (almost as if it were out of a textbook).
"My apologizes for my --- absence, Mah." the dark-furred Laibe stated with all the regal, yet respectful tone he could muster. "C'Baruce Ro'sario Erm'olai, formerly detached to High Command, reporting for duty." he greeted.