Kaz listened to the briefing intently, though the expression on his face was rather vacant, though not for lack of understanding. In truth he was very focused, listening to every word she spoke and carefully considering each sentence. It was almost trance-like, the way he sat in his chair in the back, his eyes open and his mouth closed, but with a bored expression that many might mistake for a lack of attention. Even when his name was mentioned, he did not waver, but kept his eyes focused either on the woman presiding over the meeting or the images displayed next to her. He made calculations and assumptions based on the information he'd been given so as to be as prepared as possible for their first flight.<br/><br/>When the meeting was adjourned, Kaz waited for all the engineers to leave before standing, heading to the final image. Displayed in front of him were pictures of his mech and the device being installed to her back. It was hard for him to watch, as  that was ever installed, he knew inside and out. Until that moment, nothing existed on his rig without his knowledge. Initially Kaz had to swallow down the thought, but after having spoken with Shira and measured her, there was a small amount of relief in his chest.<br/><br/>When the newest Knights Tech spoke to him, he turned his eyes toward her, the same passive look in his eyes. "I'm fairly confident that the test won't begin without me, so i'm not in much of a hurry." It wasn't a pride thing. Quite the opposite, actually, as he appreciated the fact that, up until that point, they had been pretty patient with his pace. On board the military ships, life was different. Everything came at a specific time, and he didn't have much downtime to meander to his next responsibility, especially on launch day. On the Pioneer, however, the civilian feel was foreign and unsavory. Cara had told him to take advantage of the relaxed atmosphere, which he was sincerely trying to do. Relax.<br/><br/>"Besides, I am never late." Kaz marched slowly to his mech, taking his time so he could take in the sights of the now-bustling hanger. He didn't have much time before then to appreciate just how many people it took to complete a launch sequence. A glance up toward the offices followed, but was pulled away almost immediately. He climbed the latter that took him to a lift truck, which carried him the rest of the way to the cockpit. He sat down and donned his helmet, the last piece needed to complete the flight suit. He hated it, but regulations stated that the helmet was to be worn at all times during the operation of any personal space-faring craft.<br/><br/>Properly suited, he began the pre-flight checks and brought the systems online. The sled slowly began to move, setting off alerts inside the cockpit and the helmet itself indicating that it was leaving the gravity-controlled hanger and entering the vacuum of space. Once he was locked into place, Kaz activated his comlink.<br/><br/>"Pioneer control, this is Rook requesting launch clearance."<br/><br/>"Received Rook. Standby for greenlight." There was a long silence then, customary during routine launches for patrols and other mundane tasks. "Rook you are greenlight for launch on Cat-2. Cat-2 for launch."<br/><br/>"Received," he acknowledged. "Hanger control, Rook is cleared hot for Cat-2. Verify greenlight for launch."