Dirk touched his chin, twitching that ever thick mustache back and forth a few times, "It could be a matter of both situations perhaps. The Aquarians wouldn't call upon the services of Captain Dirk Mansteele and the crew of the Steel Condor unless it were something that they themselves were unable to discern or handle with their own capabilities. Remember, these people are a very enlightened race. If they were worried that something played a part in the sudden death of their monarch, they would have surely poured all their resources into discerning the cause and the culprit. Given that tensions are always high between the tribal warrior breeds and the enlightened ones during the time of throne replacement, I can expect we'll be walking into a very high strung situation. We must do everything we can to keep the situation as peaceful and as relaxed as possible. Our presence there could be as mediators or judges. We'll only know more once we get there."<br/><br/><br/>The captain of the Steel Condor turned to the newest hire and offered her the digital pad, "If you wish to do more research, use this tablet anywhere aboard the ship. It will grant access to the digital database and archives. From there, you can view ship logs, crew profiles, even check your own digital mail messages. We're working on turning the pads into smaller scouting devices you can wear over your eye or ear for convenience, but that device won't be ready for a bit until Ratchet finishes the final touches with Nero. Our co-captain is very intelligent when it comes to designing our tech, and our engineer is the one who actually builds the equipment. Oh, and just a premature warning, it is not uncommon for...well you see...our<em>female</em>hires used to receive a<em>lot</em>of<em>nude</em>imagery from our pilot,<em> Mr. Crash Graves</em>. Now,<em>technically</em>this is a form of<em>sexual harassment</em>and we of the Steel Condor<em>do not</em>condone such behavior. If this happens, be sure to block him on your mailing list and report it to myself or Nero right away."<br/><br/>Dirk smiled and folded his hands behind his back formally, his broad chest widening as he did so with his large physique. "So, how are you adapting to your new position on the ship? If there is everything anything you might require or need, I want you to feel free to ask of it at anytime. I, Captain Dirk Mansteele, take great pride in my crew and my vessel. I want to make sure the both of you are feeling right at home here on the Steel Condor."