The Agronev's night cycle was quiet, the last plates of reserve armour having been stored, and the navigators plotting courses, letting the ship move slowly through the gravity well, gliding just above Praxus' atmosphere so some of the population could look up and see the dark form pass over their homes, as the ship slowly pushed itself towards the gravity well's 'edge' where the antimatter reactors could feed energy into the Phase drive, pre-charging the drive for the three-hour long jump to Shivae.<br/><br/>Kol's Quarters 0605 AM<br/><br/>Shortly after 0600, Kol woke up, feeling oddly rested, and slightly weighted down. Cracking his eyes open, he looked down to see a small, slight form semi-draped over him, followed by him raising an eyebrow when he realized that she was clad in only panties. Carefully moving to wrap his blanket around his Sleeping adjutant, he got up, stretched slightly, and headed right for the shower, taking only a few minutes to scrub himself clean, and towel off, then pull on his uniform, though he chose to wear only his long pants and a light shirt, the rank emblem on his left shoulder clear enough, as he strapped his sidearm's holster to his belt, the opposite side of the belt being balanced by the addition of a small pouch carrying ten speedloaders for his massive revolver.<br/><br/>Leaving his room, he walked towards the bow mess, choosing to meet the crew, which took half an hour just for him to collect a mug of coffee and shake a lot of hands, followed by him heading for CIC, where he took up his habitual position at the Central Sensor map of the ship's surrounding areas as the vessel transited into phase space. Kol merely stood, watching the digital representation of his ship moving towards Shivae, a clock on the right side of the 3-dimensional image counting down, as the burly man sipped his coffee, then made a face.<br/><br/>Seems that the coffee was Military standard type one. Slightly cooler than fresh magma, and thick enough to be poured onto the peasants trying to invade the family castle, one couldn't be sure if it was made for drinking, or self defense. After a moment's deliberation on the inane subject, kol mentally shrugged and continued to sip from the mug, waiting for the rest of the CIC's crew to change shifts at 0730.