Moments ago, in the bowels of the ship!
Silic sneezed, loudly. So loudly the entire dark empty room seemed to reverberate. In front of him was his, now slightly goey, hover skateboard, painstakingly troubleshooted since its unfortunate, painful, humiliating maiden run. Silic now had some confidence the ships AI could no longer hijack the throttle and drag him throughout the ship again. He still hadn't forgiven her for that.
He wiped his nose on a cuff and checked the time, what he saw made his eyes bulge.
"I'm late!" Quickly he through a sheet over his creation and hurried out, turning the lights out as he went.
At The Safety Valve Bar, right now!
"Did someone mention the Poku-people?" Came a deep, but friendly voice drawing nearer. "Nice folks, I guess. Except when they're shooting us. Can never remember the names though, strange that."
The voice trailed off as its owner appeared and saw the new arrivals to the squadron gather around the table. The latest to join the conversation didn't look like a man who'd had a hard life, most like one whom life had tried to maul to death, repeatedly, and had managed to crawl out intact bar some bits and pieces. Or even limbs, as the case of his cybernetic arm.
He wore a pair of dark sunglasses that hid his eyes, above them arched an eyebrow. A metal finger pointed and shifted from Alfsigr to Marco and back again.
"Who's the fresh meat?" he asked in a flat voice, deflated somewhat at seeing new faces.