Dirk Mansteele proudly saluted his new shipmate, though the salute wasn't necessary seeing as the ship didn't have a formal salute in the first place, "I'm sure the crew will have plenty of questions for you at dinner. You're quite the talk of the ship already with your curious and amazing talents. I think you'll be a fine addition to the Steel Condor, and we'll be proud to call you one of our own! No go out there and make me proud!" He turned to make a dramatic and dashingly awesome hero exit, the only way that someone as heroic and manly as Dirk Mansteele could.<br/><br/>...And walked face first into a metal wall, "<em>Ooof!!</em>"<br/><br/>Rubbing his nose and letting a quiet yet sore grunt out, he blushed a deep scarlet and glanced around momentarily at Meg, remaining awkwardly silent a moment while he struggled to come up with an explanation, "...Used to be a door here...must be...Ratchet moved it...over there. Yes. Will take a bit of getting used to, but I'll get it down....good day." With wide eyes at his own humiliation, Captain Dirk Mansteele turned to the right and exited through the<em>proper</em>door, still holding his near flawless nose.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Ratchet was busy tinkering down below in the ships engineering department. On the table laid out before him was a cluster of parts and blueprint design Nero had brought to him days ago. The humanoid alien blinked all three of his eyes and growled as he tried to make sense of the project. His beefy hands picking up this part and that, trying to solve the current issue he was facing.<br/><br/>"Curse that Scourge Nero!! He can't just bring me an idea and expect me to build it on the fly! If that wasn't rude enough, now I have to assemble it from this pile o' junk and nothing else! Who does he think he is?! Hmph! Should leave the weapon building to the real professionals, that's what I say!"<br/><br/><br/>He let out a few more grumbles and slipped on his safety goggles, placing a pair of parts together and taking his soldering iron to the metallic surface, gradually melting the metal together with a small wisp of smoke under his face.<br/><br/>The odd thing about Nero was that these ideas he always brought to Ratchet always<em>worked</em>when constructed properly. Ratchet didn't know where the Scourge got these ideas, but sometimes it scared him to think that Nero was actually a lot more intelligent than he let on, even more so that he was capable of fabricating such incredibly powerful weaponry on the fly. Knowledge like that wasn't easily obtained within the ranks of Galactic Armada, no, that sort of knowledge was a specialists talent. Now this new face on board...no telling how dangerous this creature could be aside from the stories he'd heard already from the men in their brief shootout at the pub earlier.