Yogi had turned towards the doctor. "Dr. Pavlon, right." Yogi had skimmed a bit through her dossier. Not much that jumped out to him, but she was damn fine doctor by all accounts. To Yogi, that is all that you can really ask out of medical personal. He had noticed Candance's withdraw from the conversation, and how she attempted to strike up a conversation. With who he had identified as the ship's engineer. Yogi shrugged, and then turned back to face Ani. "Yogi." He said with a quick response as he glared at the woman. He was not much for conversation, and that's just how it was for the old wardog.<br/><br/>As he stood there. A trio of dock personal had argued in the corner. "What the hell is with this crap!? Two minuets and we get extra orders to load this junk unto the ship's cargo hold! What is in here anyway!? A body!?" Yogi shot both men a death glare. One in which the two personal could not help, but feel somewhat uneasy. "Listen man. I am sorry, I did not mean to call this stuff junk." Yogi nodded, but kept his attention on the three men.<br/><br/>Something large in size had been loaded unto the gangplank, and up inside the cargo hold. What it was. Is a mystery that only Yogi had known the answer to. He sighed, and shook his head. "It's been sometime since I operated without my team." He chuckled for a moment at the thought. Oh the stories he could of told. The secret wars and missions that never happened. All of this, and now he had been put on a mission that in the grand scheme of things. Was probably going to be the hardest mission he had ever underwent.<br/><br/>To say that he had his doubts, would be too much to admit for a man like him. There had to be no doubts. There had to be no second gusses. Every choice would have to be the best choice. Every corner he turned had to be sharp as the tip of his combat knife. Each bullet that left the chamber of his rifle had to be just as sure as the next stepped he would make. It had not even occurred to him at the time why someone of his caliber was even assigned to this mission. Why would you need a incarnation of death at your side. When life is something you were trying to preserve.<br/><br/>Maybe he had over thought it, or maybe he had under thought it. He couldn't help it, and it bugged him. So many doubts, so many variables left out in the wind. He would not falter. He would not fail. He is a warrior, and like the noble grizzly bear. He would stand tall amongst the doubt, and fear. His claws sharp, and his rawr as loud as the bullets that he let rip from his rifle. For not just him. For not just his wife, but for the flags of his fathers. Those who gave all for their families. Now it was his turn.