Ettin was excited to meet the rest of the crew. Several cybernetically augmented individuals, which Ettin was certain would give him something interesting to deal with when they needed repairs, as they certainly would. It wasn't long before the group was let up into the ship, wherein they were introduced to Feronia, the ship. Who had something of a personality. Another interesting facet of his new life. Being aboard the Feronia will certainly be something of a culture shock. The entire time Captain Dereeve was talking, however, Ettin could think of nothing but what exactly they would be doing, as a crew. Perhaps cargo transport? There was plenty of unused room. Maybe passengers, or something like that. Ettin wasn't sure what it would be, but he was sure that it would be different. New. Exciting.<br/><br/>Soon, the new crew was given leave to explore the ship. Before anything, Ettin found his way to what would be his quarters - a somewhat cramped corner towards the rear, as near the engine room as possible. The wall between this and the neighboring room had been removed, doubling the space. Ettin pushed debris out of his way with the trolley-cart, making room for two mattresses to be put together, and for all of his benches. He placed a number of his crates strategically throughout the room, and pulled heavy mag-levers on the top of each one. After a few seconds of chugging noises, all three of Ettin's large crates folded out, revealing pre-fabricated benches and workspaces, and perfectly stored tools.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Just the way I meant it,</span>Ettin thought to himself. He spent a few minutes going over and inventorying everything, before leaving the room to check out the engine.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I should probably see what I'm dealing with.</span><br/><br/>The scaffolding-stairwell that led two floors downward creaked with every step, seeming to struggle to support Ettin's weight. The light was very low, in the spots there actually was a light. Just hanging analogue light bulbs, probably the original ones. Ettin stepped off the last precarious step, and took atleast five minutes to survey his station.<br/><br/>In the center of the deck was the engine, massive and spinning. It was certainly still the stock machine, an old Jacob-Miller DH3 V4. Not the oldest model, but well behind the times. The engine was designed some twenty years before the war broke out, before the marked change from Direct-Helium-3, hence the DH3, wherein pure Helium-3 was used to fuel the system, rather than the modern applications of H3C, Helium-3-Catalyst, wherein Helium-3 is mixed with a further catalyst - each company has their own formula - which increases the total output. In the JMV4, the nuclear combustion is funneled into two secondary chambers that each carry the force into two main burners at the rear of the ship, and several more tertiary ducts for pivots and turns in zero-gravity. The possibilities were running through his head as Ettin walked back up the stairwell and into his quarters, in a trance-like working daze, not seeming to concentrate on anything but what would hopefully be a way to strengthen the ducts of the engine; the first step of his plan.