Altair's trip up to the cockpit was short but kept getting interrupted. Mostly it was engineers asking him to sign off on something or a soldier asking for some advice. It was the same old thing since they began orbit and was expected. Entering the cockpit he noticed Michael speaking to a grunt and just waved over in their direction trying not to interrupt. He sat in his seat high above the monitors where he could watch everyone work. "Computer open my transmission." Again his transmission was routine they informed him of the progress that was being made and the war plans. He requested to lead the calvary in their attack and was denied which pissed him off. His men where the best of the best hand picked by Altair himself he made sure they were in top notch. But once again due to being one of the youngest captain's they thought he wasn't ready. Closing his transmission with a huff the lights began to flicker before turning orange.<br/><br/>Altair was about to jump into action but Lance came stumbing through the door. With a smile he sat back down in his chair knowing they weren't in immediate danger. Listening to the excited scientist made him chuckle. "I'm glad you succeeded in your project. I'll find you a replacement as soon as possible." He brought up a holographic screen and scheduled for the replacement. "Speaking of replacements Michael I've started training one of the cadets to fill in for you so that you can atleast get some sleep from time to time. He's more of a sub than anything feel free to call on him if you find it neccessary." With his more captain like duties on hold for a while he could relax. "Other than that how's everyone feeling?"