Hans stared down the targeting system of the guns. He hated this, he could see the vast emptniess at the moment. He sighed heavily and leant back in his seat. He looked around and when he saw there was no one but him in the room he lent down close to the console.<br/>"You better not let us down girl," He fiddled around in his pocket for a ciggrette "Romel you may be a new ship but you seem to be a good one." After that he sat back up in his seat and looked around. He desided to stretch his legs, it felt good to be in this room. It may be a small room but at least he was alone with the ship and thats the way Hans liked it. About the only time he spoke to another human being was when he recived orders, even that was a harrowing affair for him. In his mind the man in front of him could turn around and stab him in the back, metophorically and littrally, when ever he pleased. He sighed again and settled back down in his chair, once there he began to target passing stars, he never fired of course but it always helped to get your aim in.