[video; open]

[51stcentury]

[Viewers are greeted by a charmingly dashing white smile, easy and confident without being cocky, shining blue eyes and the face of a 1950's matinee idol. He's dressed in his customary outfit of braces and greatcoat, his very presence commanding your attention]

Hey there, kids. So it's come to my attention that there are some of us a little more used to this whole traveling in space thing, am I right? I mean. There are some of us on here who have literally never even heard of the idea, which. Is charming, really it is. But that means that this whole Tranquility thing has gotta be more than a bit of a shock. So here's where I'm going to be taking a poll.

How many of you are familiar with travel in space? How many of you have heard of it, but never dreamed you'd do it yourself? How many of haven't even dreamed of traveling the stars?

I figure if we cover that much at least, we'll be able to determine how many of us need a bit more explanation than the fact that we seem to be on some sort of large passenger vessel traveling through some undetermined part of some unknown galaxy. Vague, I know, but I haven't exactly found a viewing screen yet, have you? That's where the rest of us come in. Maybe, with your help, we can figure this all out.

[He goes to reach forward to turn off the video feed, before a thought comes to him and he stops, a more mysterious look in his eyes as he does] I don't suppose that any of you are familiar with time travel...?

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[whatatoolhewas]

Yeah, I was helming the Normandy up until I found myself in a slime-covered space couch.

[51stcentury]

The Normandy, huh? What kind of a vessel was that, then?

[whatatoolhewas]

Only a singularly awesome ship. She could do things that no other ship could. I got her a seriously low drop and still got her out of the atmosphere--

She wasn't a war ship per se-- but definitely a fighting vessel. Class of her own, though.

[51stcentury]

Sounds like she was well-loved.

[whatatoolhewas]

Enough to raise her and her commander from the dead.

Which is a lot.

[51stcentury]

Alright, that's gotta have a bit of an explanation behind it.

[whatatoolhewas]

It gets complicated. And political. And then more complicated.

[51stcentury]

Sounds like one hell of a story.

[whatatoolhewas]

It is. Not mine, really, but I was a long for a lot of the ride.

Or rather, I piloted the ride.

[51stcentury]

So. If I were to say that we were working on fixing up some of the shuttles in the shuttle bay...think you could pilot one of them, once we did?

[whatatoolhewas]

Shyeah, of course. Already working through the manuals.

[51stcentury]

Already a step ahead of the game, I see how it is. You must be chomping at the bit to get back behind the controls, then.

[whatatoolhewas]

Always. Nothing like flying.

[51stcentury]

Not really, no. Though I've gotta say, I enjoyed planes a lot more, but then again, I was a flyboy.

[whatatoolhewas]

I've done some in atmo flight, but something makes me happy like pulling a ship around through a mass relay.

[51stcentury]

So. I can count on you if we ever need pilots for those shuttles then. Good to know.

[whatatoolhewas]

[Huh. Sounds almost like he's aiming for command. Sadly, Jack's no Shepard, so... Joker just makes a noncommittal sound.]

I can fly anything you put me in.

[51stcentury]

[Jack's not aiming for command, but should the need for him to step up arise, he's not going to sit by and twiddle his thumbs]

I'll remember that.