Introduction for Declan, Corvin and Al-Jabbir

Declan breath slows.
"Next stop, Merck.", he thinks as the world fades away.

Turning off the tablet, and stowing his gear. The ritual for space travel complete. Corvin climbs into his stasispod and relaxes, slowly exhaling as he stretched out and closes his eyes. "See ya on the other side boys."

Looking side to side to make sure no one was looking, Abi covered his nether regions with his hands. Just in case. Darkness descended…

"Cryosleep dreams can be crazy, huh? You would have loved mine, Corvin. Some sort of party I think? At any rate, it felt like one of those old surrealist movies.", Declan says as he stands on the edge of the docking bay door. He takes the step through and looks around.

Earlier:

Corvin was in deep contemplation of his dreams in cryosleep. "I had a dream about something I only ever experienced on huge doses of psychedelics. Something about ascenscion. I dunno it was my birthday in the dream. Something about it seemed more real than reality." Shaking his head he tried not to look at the tablet that he had set to wide shot recording the three in the cryorecovery area. "I remember a golden circle, like the ones you see in old occult films. Had some glyphs in it. I couldn't move from it." The color drained from his face. "It felt like ego death. But, there was some entity there. It wasn't me. Like a spirit quest or something."

Presently:

Corvin continued dutifully recording everything focusing on the emotional tension between Muller and his subordinate. He wondered at the number of Nordic people he had encountered. He had always been a minority wherever he roamed. Something seemed so fitting that his kin had spread through the stars. He couldn't help but smirk, maybe the Voluspa was still relevant after all these thousands of years since it had been prophesied.

He pulled back the frame and slowly stepped back squatting to get a powerful angle that included Declan, Abi, Jurgen, and The Unnamed Junior. Centering the shot on Abi who currently held the power at the negotiation. Making sure to capture the beautified port of colony Gamma in the wide angle, before configuring to a narrow focused frame. The AI on his tablets software adjusting its lenses automatically to read the facial expressions of the group.

"Interesting. Trouble in paradise, huh?", Declan thinks as he watches a flash of annoyance spread on Muller's face. To the man's credit, he recovered quickly.

Declan looks directly at one if Corvin's cameras and raises his eyebrows as Muller addresses Abi.

Boy, it sounds like that cryo-goo comes with built in magic mushroom dreams Abi laughed as they stepped off the ship and into the hustle and bustle of the colony port. Abi had dreamed his own strange dream of a girl, almost an animate doll, asking him not to reveal the secret of her existence. It was just a dream, yet somehow he did not want to break the little things trust and speak about her existence out loud.

As they were met by the Communications Officer, Abi listened to the arguing while trying to hide the bemused expression stealing over his face. When they were finished he broke in. That’s very kind of you Jurgen, but those sorts of odd jobs are exactly what I’m here for. I want to get the feel of life here, he gestured broadly, really blend in with the community. I know it’s impossible to stay unrecognized even all the way out here, but I works appreciate it if from now on you would just treat me like anyone else.

Queue Ambient Backdrop

Corvin used his press credentials to give limited access to the local CCTV. He showed it all in realtime, allowing Abi's voice over to carry over the shot, before returning to a close up of him requested to being treated like everyone else. Then, he slowly zoomed back, and panned to closeup on Jurgen. Holding his breath as to not let the vibrations of his respiration cause interference with the delicate shot.

Declan looks forward and tries to ignore Corvin, who seems to be doing something important. Well, suddenly went still, so Declan assumes it's important.

He faintly hears music start to swell from Corvin's general person and thinks, "Wait, is he playing classical?".

He listens to Abi's reply then says with a beeming smile, "You think we can walk and talk? Not trying to be rude, but the sooner we have our meeting, the sooner we can eat."

"There is so much juicy potential."

Corvin had his tablet mounted on a gimbal, pressing his shoulder into the door. Held shoulder height in much the manner one would expect a marine might hold a pulse rifle. He had shouldered past Theo for his shot. He pulled the autofocus to facial recognition and switched the lense to tightbeam. Corvin took several steadying breaths. Mentally rehearsing his advance to the left hand sector of dominance. He would pan the room while he strafed. That would be the exciting shot that could pull awards.

Declan stands behind Abi, watching Corvin out of his left eye. He puts his hands in his pockets and smiles. "Here we go!", he thinks.