ataraxion | [ video ] broadcast from the hangar deck

[ Good morning, Tranquility. If you hadn't been down to the hangar deck yet then over Hotspur's shoulder you're getting a glimpse of what it's like. A cavernous space, designed much in the same style as the rest of the ship, full of thick shadows and plenty of dead air space stretching out towards the elevator platforms. It's largely deserted – Hotspur has a bad habit of working the night hours, regardless of however creepy it is down there – except for the sleek hulks of shuttles in various states of disrepair. Post-jump, Hotspur looks animated, excited; he knows each jump is getting them a little closer to where they need to be – and if it's bringing in new potential crewmembers then all the better. ]

Hey, crew. How are we all doing? I know a whole bunch of you have had friends and family from back home turn up in the latest jump so I just wanted to check in – have we had anyone from Midgard Corps turn up? [ He's hopeful; gods, he's so freaking hopeful, it's written all over his face. ] Anyone from the Asgardreid? Hell, if there are any kind of pilots brought in from the new jump from anywhere it'd be good to have you down in the hangar decks. Flight engineers, too. We got a whole load of busted birds down here and I reckon we'd be doing a world of good if we got 'em all fixed up and flight ready. If anyone's interested then take the purple elevators and come find me – Hotspur. I'm filling in as flight officer until the rest of the old crew returns.

[ Yeah, crew returns. That's exactly what he believes is going to happen here. And then, because he really wasn't paying attention to the creepy door while he was busy being disappointed at the stowaways: ]

Talking of which, did anyone figure out who wrote 'hello' on that door?

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No helmsman at the moment. I haven't seen the bridge for myself but I reckon given her size she's probably not a reaction-controlled vessel; probably more of a fly-by-maths type. I could be wrong though; but hell, I'm not sure I'd have the balls to fly the Tranquility. I kinda like to be able to see where I'm flying, you know?

I can do fly by math, it's just not as fun. Still, I'd like to get a look at her helm all the same.

[ he shakes his head in agreement; flying by maths was pretty much the opposite of fun, as far as Hotspur was concerned. Not even real flying. He was a dogfighter through and through, favouring the intense aerial acrobatics and finesse that flying interceptors and fighters brought. Helming just wasn't the same. ]

I reckon that could be done. Have you met the captain and the chief yet?

Haven't heard a peep from them.

Kinda worrying, that.

Yeah...

[ oh god Ward and Resnik, why you gotta make a brother look like a fool. Hotspur shifts uncomfortably, raising a hand to awkwardly message the back of his neck, more than aware that the officer duo hadn't exactly been high profile lately. ]

They're pretty busy, I guess...

[ a beat. ]

But they're good officers. I trust them.

[ HOTSPUR TRUSTS EVERYONE THOUGH, so. He's not exactly the best vouch when it comes to trust. ]

[Joker is slightly less trusting than all that.]

Pretty busy being a crew of two? Yeah, I bet.

[He doesn't comment on trust. He's-- not giving his yet. They're not Shepard, though, so it's clear: they're not his command officers.]