<b>ASS-Eclipse - Observation Deck</b><br/><br/>The ASS-Eclipse crept through the stillness of space in a way much like shadows. They had been maintaining eve’s orbit for some time now, perhaps they've been in reconnaissance for a little over a month, within space it was always hard to make such precise judgements of time. Though judging from the co-ordinates of their flight plan and distance in relation to Eve’s nearest sun, they were just entering morning.<br/>About this time of day the captain would have received transmissions from either central command or one of the neighboring vessels , though delays weren't uncommon either and there were days when they didn't receive any messages...however it felt like they were due for something.<br/><br/><b>ASS-Eclipse - Medbay</b><br/><br/>Should one enter the medbay one would find the standard surgical hardware and tools. A large steel table was in the center with advanced machinery on the sides. At the sides were shelves filled with either equipment or supplies, perhaps even a few holo-books. The room smelled like a cleansing agent and was always kept clean and spacious, sterile even. There were only two doors in this chamber, one leading back to the corridors and the other leading to Lance’s personal office.<br/><br/><br/><b>ASS-Eclipse - Lance’s office.</b><br/><br/>One world could only describe the room; Chaos. Cables ran rampant across the floor, jars with strange alien like creatures inside of them were on the shelves. On the right side of the door was a large wooden bookshelves that held actual books, most of them dating before world war III. From the amounts of dust, empty food trays and discarded clothing laying around everywhere one would assume that no one could live here. Lance enjoyed his little ’nest’ as he called it. People were hesitant to come inside of his chamber and he usually wasn’t disturbed during his science projects. Lance was sitting behind his desk, eyes blood red and his lids puffy and blackish from the sleep deprivation. His long digits were tinkering around with some contraption. It had a wooden handle frame and carried three plasma containers. He wasn’t really sure what it would do, yet he figured it would at least cause dismemberment or destroy walls. Perhaps that was the reason why his captain had issued thicker walls all around his cabin? He bit his own tongue as he tampered on, carefully hooking up the couplings before they overheated.