It had been nearly a day and a half. A day and a half of scrubbing toilets, swabbing decks, wiping windows and doing other wise menial tasks that he was ordered to do by Sub-commander Blake. The sad thing was Ira had actually gotten quite fond of being on this station, and doing his rather degrading chores. So when Ira surprisingly had gotten orders to be once again crewed on the Zenpyou, he vocally expressed his surprise with his characteristic icy voice “Damn.” Of course, Ira's joy washed over into a sense of amusement. "Get to clean the Zenpyou now...sweet."
Ira on the deck looking at the shuttle with his belongings stuffed into his standard issue duffle bag. It was draped over his left shoulder with everything he would need for his stay on what he had originally though was going to be on board the Zenpyou. Ira approached the line of crew members and casually he fell in behind them. Oddly the poor fellow in front of him seemed terrified, or at the very least nervous, so Ira felt he could comfort the man, or at least calm him down.
A soft smile formed on his face as he heard the young man speak. “Relax.” Ira said from behind. If the young man turned around he would see Ira was a junior officer, a Cadet to be specific. “Don’t salute.” Ira said calmly, speaking to the young enlisted man with a degree of respect. “You do not salute Cadets, and even so, I don’t think I deserve it at this point. Ira said as he held out his orders for inspection and awaited his turn to board the Lilly.