Thaleth slid out of the hangar cab with his belongings in hand. He didn't bring much, just his usual clothes and the equipment he hadn't sent for pre-packing. The one unusual thing was the pistol, sitting in its holster, banging uncomfortably on his leg as he walked.
As far as fighting goes, Thaleth was by no means trained, and so on any other day he wouldn't have even bothered with a weapon. But his friend from High School had lent it to him, with specific instructions to bring it along whenever he felt like he needed some luck.
He figured now was as good a time as any.
He approached the inventory stockers, taking a second to give one of them a hand with his own gear, then nodded to the lead stocker.
"Thaleth Dante, science officer. Fresh off the Iroquois with orders to accompany this ship."