<div align="center"><strong>-=The Crew of the Shāyú on Bellerophon=-</strong></div><br/>Bellerophon: The tenth planet orbiting the White sun. It is a technologically advanced Alliance world, and home to the wealthy. Its large ocean and an vast expanse of empty. Inhospitable desert climate, complete with canyons, rocks and sand, dominate the planets terrain; the same terrain where the crew of Shāyú now found themselves. Having had to set down in an emergency landing, the pilot of the Osprey, mid-bulk transport ship struggled just to set her down in once piece. The ship was going down whether he liked it or not so he couldn’t exactly be choosey on where he put the ship down. As it happened, they landed just a few hundred yards shy of the Isis Canyon, the most remote, barren, and uninhabited region on the entire planet.<br/><br/>The sun perched high in the afternoon sky, the sweltering heat searing the already baked cliffs that loomed ominously at the canyon’s precipice. A couple of the ship’s crew busied themselves with moving the remainder of the cargo from the hold in the knowledge that another ship was en route to transfer the goods and complete the delivery. Other crew members busied themselves bitching and moaning about the heat, their luck, each other and anything else they could find to bitch and moan about, and still others sat in the shade of the crippled Osprey and did as little as possible in an attempt to cool off.<br/><br/>“Put a lid on it Sykes! I’m tired of hearing your lips flapping,” the captain of the crew ordered irritably. A dark haired woman with a fierce look in her eyes sat on the ground with her back against her hull of her ship, a ship that was relatively new and should NOT be gimped. Needless to say she had more than most to be upset about. “If you insist on whining I’ll be more than happy to give you something to whine about.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>-=Griffin Kingston, captain - Preparing to meet the day=-</strong></div><br/>Griff emerged from his quarters a short time later, dressed in his usual work attire and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The aroma of breakfast had begun to waft throughout the ship as the crew awoke and prepared for the day’s duties. Making his way down the corridor towards the galley, a small smile pulled one corner of his mouth at the sight of most of his crew assembled at the table and the smell of Dani’s delicious breakfast. Pouring himself a cup of fresh coffee, he took at seat at the dinner table and began helping himself to the fixin’s. No sooner had he taken a bite from the hot biscuit than the klaxon sounded as the ships proximity alarm sounded, triggered by their approach on Bellerophon. He groaned with a pause and then quickly shoveled in a few heaping forks full of scrambled eggs. Grabbing a biscuit and his coffee he pushed himself from the table and prepared for the work ahead of them.<br/>