The roar of the engines calmed Ettin's nerves. It was a stressful situation, uprooting himself and deciding to live on a ship. He was crammed into a recommended-for-five-passengers transport vessel - left over from the winning side of the War - with atleast seven other people, AND all their worldly possessions. Ettin himself was sitting atop several crates containing a myriad of technical devices and inventions. Among the more important, that Ettin made absolute sure to grab, were his acetone torch, a collapsible workbench, and a wide variety of wrenches, hammers, and every small-level tool imaginable.<br/><br/>The ship rocked as small amounts of solar radiation barraged the hull. Through a small view-screen, Ettin watched Ceres slowly come into view, and the reality of what he was committing to, with Captain Dereeve and The Feronia. He'd never lived aboard a ship before, and had no idea what to expect. Likely cramped quarters with people he hated doing menial jobs for meager pay. But, the stable life of a mechanic-for-hire had grown much too stale, and adventure was all Ettin could smell.<br/><br/>As Ceres drew closer and closer, the transport slowed, until finally lurching to a shaky stop, the docking elevator connecting and creating a stable environment with the ship. Other passengers slowly filed out, crates and chests in hand. Ettin had been the only one smart enough to bring a trolley, and wheeled his tool chests into the elevator shaft, ready to be sent to the surface. With no warning, the platform began shooting down to the ground, until it nearly slammed into the bottom level of the docking facility. It took no small amount of wandering and asking for directions, but Ettin found the elevator to which The Feronia was docked. There were two men standing near the doors, one of whom Ettin recognized as Callum. Setting down his trolley with a shaking boom, Ettin stuck out his hand.<br/>"I'll be assumin' yer Captain D'reeve, then."