<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Tyrone.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tyrone Pryk<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 11th, 9am GMT<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On a shuttle approaching the Odyssey<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First approach to the ship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><hr/><br/>Tyrone sat quietly in the rear of the shuttle, letting the talking, movement and everything else just wash over him. For a large, physically imposing man, he was good at being unobtrusive when he wanted to be. He felt it was better that way, given how he was gifted. Life was full of disappointments, but one had to do what one could with what life gave.<br/><br/>Which was the reason he was seated in the shuttle, heading off toward the massive ship orbiting Luna. He had to admit, it was an impressive vessel. It fascinated him to see how far humanity had pushed the technology of bioengineering, and all the wonders it had brought forth. What exactly the mission entailed, he was not aware, but that was not a strange thing for him. His superiors seemed to revel in giving him as little information as possible before sending him on an assignment. Being an Australian, by heritage, in China was a good enough reason to make his life<em>interesting</em>, regardless of the importance of the task. While he was mostly in the dark about it, he was intelligent enough to know that this mission was a significant one, and the Ministry wanted it to be successful.<br/><br/><em>'Why else send a talented Mindshare expert on the mission? Even if he is a barbarian.'</em><br/><br/>With a quiet sigh, Tyrone stood up and moved his way forward, noting the other passengers, but not interacting with any of them as he passed. As he moved forward, he became aware of two human presences ahead. A more frustrated sigh blasted from his nostrils as he took firmer control over his talent, quietening the newly detected minds. A few more steps forward, and he heard the faint voices, two women. He recalled that the expedition was led by a woman, and left him wonder if one of them was in fact his commander. Regardless, he had to make himself known to the crew, and hopefully cut off any counter productive rumours about him before they took root. More so with the people he would be working with on a constant basis.<br/><br/>He finally stepped into the room where the two women were. The first woman he saw was beyond all doubt the commander of the ship. Just her bearing was enough to confirm it, even though her uniform made it obvious. He kept his primary focus on her, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence before he said or did anything. Cultural training held firm.<br/><br/>But he keep some of his awareness on the other woman. There was nothing about her outwardly that spoke of her position on the crew, or anything else significant about her. That she was there told him that she was important, in some way, to be included on the mission.<br/><br/>As required of him, he was dressed in the standard uniform of the Office of Semiotics; the unimaginative black suit of Chinese influence, black leather (real leather at that) gloves on his hands and black shoes. He chose to forego the hat, as he was indoors and it was only required to wear when outside. His expression was neutral and at rest, while he stood at what could be thought of as attention, as was proper when standing before a superior officer.