the captains all sat around a large table with Amelia dominating the head of the table. All the Captains were in verious states of undress, except for Jeremy, whom was in his full uniform having come here directly after landing. Amelia was talking about the news, and what nots from the Higher ups. Mostly how the Politicos, and Bean counters are trying to cut spending, and it always seems to come out of the defense budget. So their Patrol zone was expanded exponentially, thus spreading their resources out thin. So some of the ships will have to patrol by themselves. That was fine with Black as the Musashi did most of its work Alone when it served under the Lazarus Corp. Flag. As Amelia read off the paired ships,  Jeremy was not surprised that the Musashi was paired with the Belka. They've worked extensively together since the Apherian Incident. Captain Hayate was a good captain, unorthodox, but good none the less. Jeremy respected her, and Trusted her. That was saying something cause the only other person in teh group he trusted was Amelia herself. Course, The fact that Hayate looked smoking hot in a bikini didn't hurt none either.<br/><br/>Jeremy continued to jot down any pertinent notes of the sectors that the Musashi, and Belka were to patrol, and any expected dealings in those areas. Amelia never worked in Time tables. SHe wanted jobs done right, regardless if they take a day, or a week.<br/><br/>On the Musashi, or more specifically, on top of its no. 2 Turret. A lounge chair, and an table umbrella was set up as Moira lounged, and enjoyed the cool sea air on her barely clad body. Moira was rather enjoying wearing a skimpy thong bikini. She was also all the admiring stares she was given by the surrounding male population. It wouldn't surprise her if on the ships further away, there were scopes pointed her way. She giggled as she shifted just so to show off more of her body, but at the same time make it look very innocent.<br/><br/><br/>Down in the Musashi's science lab, the Intelligence personal were working on prepping the pod to open. Many of them were wearing Haz-mat suits, and directly linked to the ship's life's support. Computers, and recorders were humming as the Personnel constantly spouted strings of observations, and readings. "We're opening the pod now." The lead investigator stated as he entered the command into the keyboard, and suddenly the room was filled with loud hissing noise as an ice cold fog sprayed out of the Pod. The room was sealed in case of pathogen, or dangerous entity. As the smoke cleared, and the Pod's lid opened fully, everyone peered in, and saw what's inside. After a moment, the leader looked up. "Contact the Captain!"