<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Francis</strong></span><br/><br/>If someone boarded the Castille through the cargo airlock, the only obvious way besides cutting through hull, defense should be easy unless the crew ran out of ammo. The quarters felt really cramped for a man at Francis size, but luckily, it was clean. And if Francis felt like following procedures, he would put his weapons into the armory-locker to avoid accidents.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Castille</strong></span><br/><br/>Shaan had crossed the bay, walked up the ramp and smoothly and confidently into the Castille's airlock. It might have been more polite to give a signal in advance to the new crew, but Shaan could not pass up the chance to make them a bit edgy. As soon as the airlock finished it's cycle, he walked  straight toward the lounge, where he activated the intercom.<strong>“Captain Shaan here, welcome aboard the Castille. We'll be taking off in a few hours, as soon as we're cleared, so get your asses into the lounge ASAP." </strong>