Postby 95% Chance » Sun Aug 02, 2015 8:55 pm
I'm sorry about the wait everyone, but I was pretty much bedridden with a bad flu for a couple days and I'm only just getting better today.
Skro entered the room where the two other crewmembers were getting chatty, or whatever humans liked to do. Skro didn't understand the need for talking so much. But then again, their minds weren't developed for telepathy. He sneered and rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh that was masked by the hiss of a door opening and closing as he arrived in the pilot's room. He situated himself in the seat, a nice one at that, and one that seemed to fit the user's race at will.
"Least I don't have to deal with a Mantis seat or something. But..." He took a glance at the controls, and gritted his teeth. 'Human controls.' He thought to himself.
To him, it was the equivalent of one of those "Automatic Cars" he'd heard about from human codexes. He preferred much greater control over his ship than human controls allowed for. But he'd deal with it. Just like everything else. There was one thing for certain: If there were a problem, Skro would always deal with it.
And that seemed to nearly be the motto of the day.
He pressed the button indicating the intercom, and it sizzled to life throughout the ship. "This is your Captain and Pilot, Skro, speaking. I trust that you all know your stations well enough and how to get to them. I'll be giving the ship a once over before we take off to make sure everything is..." He sighed again. "Up to standard." If one were keen at hearing, they could hear him muttering something about "stupid Rebel protocol bullshit." "Skro out."
The intercom faded out again and Skro began inspecting the room he was in. There could be any number of problems with this ship, saboteurs, bombs, stowaways, anything. And it was precisely this reason Skro hated not using his own ship.