<strong>Ansem Hyral : En Route to Hanger dorms/docks</strong><br/><br/>As the alarms sounded, Hyral was out of his seat thankful for end of dinner.  A smirk crossed across the corner of a lip at the thought of preferring to dog fight with the enemy then spend another moment at that table. The hallways he had walked down earlier had various officers, soldiers and engineers rushing off in a orderly fashion towards their stations.<br/><br/>He was unbuttoning his coat as he walked, by the time he was down by the hanger docks, he was out of uniform and pulling on the skin-tight state of the art flight suits. The suit was created out of some smart fiber that managed temperature and even patched up the body in case of injury. Thin reinforced armor plates over parts of the body (Up and down the spin, chest, thighs) that could lock in place and absorb impact. It was capable of lasting in the depths of space as long as the integrity of the suit was intact. The helmet was a full visor that was special made for him, displaying vitals and conditions of the men under his command if needed, the communication center to stay in contact with the bridge at all times. Once the helmet sealed on his shoulders, he activated the suit and rushed towards the ships, as ordered his crew was suited and ready to go.<br/><strong>"Hyral checking in, all my boys are strapped up and ready for a fight." </strong><br/>A few grunts and hollers were heard before the mic went silent to prevent noise on the bridge, Ansem was pleased to see he had his crew eager to fly into their first battle.