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I walk up to the ship in my full Mandolorian armor, a duffel bag slug over each shoulder, one with weapons, the other clothes. "Jokalo, huh? Strange name, but not too out of the ordinary." I walk over to the airlock door, and knock. "Hello, anyone home?"

After thirty minutes, she felt her room was satisfactory. It was very sparse compared to what others might have thought it would contain. It contained a simple bed, a desk, an empty bookshelf, and an empty chest, with her backpack hanging on a wall.

The airlock wooshes open, and Aniele's head pops out, spotting Sarrien instantly. "Oh, aren't you a sight! Have a long trip to get here?"

"All crew members will assemble in the cafeteria in a few hours. Feel free to decorate, and look in the closet! " Joker's voice booms from the corner of Chidori's room.

Genevieve walked quickly towards the ship, carrying a single large bag over her shoulders that was stocked with clothing and some of her own equipment. She was excited, more than she should have been. This was her first big job -- finally something with adventure and purpose, not just the quiet of another tiny ship on another backwater planet. She was trying her best to look calm. From the rumors she'd heard, the Jokalo was a substantially-sized ship; cared for and preened by countless generations and armed with some of the best technology in the galaxy. She could see a few humanoid figures already at one end, and she picked up her pace.
"Am I late to the party?" she called out.

Chidori would stumble about her room, frightened by the random outburst. She then sighed as she realized it was only Joker, and went on with her business. Out of her bag she pulled four books, which were The Odyssey, Romeo and Juliet, an Edgar Allen Poe collection, and Where The Sidewalk Ends. These were family heirlooms that had been passed down her family from generation to generation. Chidori smiled as she placed the last book on the shelf, she then looked through her bag then nodded. Chidori then opened the closet to see what lay inside.

"Not at all, not at all! Please, come in, both of you!" Aniele steps aside, making room for people to enter the airlock.

Inside Chidori's closet are multiple feminine outfits, designed and created in red and white to fit Chidori.

Chidori merely smiled at the assortment and left them for now, no use making extra laundry which would waste water. She then left her room to explore and get down where everything was.

I walk inside the ship, looking around. "No, not really. The trip was a bit slow, since I had to carry my bags. I'm the guy who applied for the position of security officer, by the way." I take off my helmet, holding it under my arm.

"Good, good. I figured as much. Not many people have that kind of armor nowadays." Aniele smiles. "Myself, I find nanoweave suits my needs. Go ahead, throw a punch."

Aniele turns to face Genevieve, still smiling. "As for you, go ahead and get sized for a suit. Hand and retinal scanners in the wall." Aniele walks toward a wall. "This one should do you."

Chidori's datapad pings.

"List of rooms: Quarters, Mess Hall, Captain's Quarters, Bridge, Medical Center, Armory, Engine room, Mess room, Garden, Laboratory"

"Ooh! Garden!" Chidori immediately heads for the garden, her rapid steps echoing her excitement as she ran to said area.

The garden appears very untended, plants and vines overgrown and all about the place. It is obvious no one has cared about it in some time.

"Hm... Let's see... Do we have any gardening tools around here?" Chidori then looked around for a shed of some sorts.

"Sure. Pleased to see you again," Genevieve said with a small smile. She began to walk away, then stopped. "Oh. Where are my manners? The name's Smith; I applied for mechanic." She grinned at Aniele.

She slid the pack off her shoulders and set it on the ground, reaching up to place her hand on the wall. She blinked to clear her eyes of the red light that flashed suddenly over her face, then watched the wall slide back into itself. She strode in and typed her name into the keypad.

"Mandolore has been getting more restrictive of giving out armor such as this, so that might be why. And I was wondering if there was an armory on board, and if not I've got the means to start one."

"Yes, there is an armory. It's fairly empty as of now, but it's there." Aniele turns to face Sarrien. "Why don't you go ahead and do what she's doing and get sized? We can discuss the matters of things later."

There is no visible shed in the garden, but there is a hunchbacked man struggling to cut a rather thick looking vine creeping up toward a vent.

Joker appears on the wall in front of Genevieve. "Hello, Genevieve. Please flip the second switch and prepare to be airblasted to determine how I must make your suit."

"My armor is a space suit. It's air tight, has an air tank installed in it, and a jetpack. Though the jet pack doesn't have much fuel." I walk over to the wall, and I get scanned in, then type in my name.

"Oh hello sir, do you want some help?" Chidori lightly tapped the man on the back, looking rather worried.

"Then at least you'll have a place to hang it in times we can rest. Also, it's how we create your clothing for around the ship, so it's a bit necessary." Aniele smiles.