When Damien came to where he was supposed to be, he was assigned some soldiers and all. It was… weird for him. Weird that he was assigned help and all. The shuttle ride was standard, but Damien was still nervous and questioning why the hell him of all people. Still, he followed who he needed to and nothing more. Though, the ship was creepy as hell, but still fascinating and that got his mind off a lot. The ship had some pretty outdated technology; he could tell just by looking at it, but it still made him feel at home. When they reached the room with the pods; only to get orders a moment later. He grabbed a soldering iron and wire cutters out of his tool kit, and got a dark slasher type smile on his face. “yehahahaaaa! I got this!” He said in a maniacal type of voice, moving swiftly past the group to the pod the Jeremy wanted. “Challenge accepted motherfucker!” He said as he found a panel at the base of the pod, ripped it off and got to work on the inner pieces. He knew what he had to do, carefully cut the power and life support from the ship while activating the internal power supply and life support without any possibility of whatever was inside to be put into shock or causing system failure. Cake compared to other shit he had to put up with until this point. They was he worked, he was enjoying it way too much, even though at times it was like he was wanting to commit murder for the sheer pleasure of it.<br/><br/>It was not even 10 minutes before the any cables and tubes connected to the tube just ejected themselves and Damien stood up, smiling in a cute, innocent manner… not like anyone would believe that after the maniac he became. “Ready for transport.” In truth, he was happy and it was a challenge as he was dealing with old technology, but it still had common basic concepts.