Arkansas
Legacy Name: Arkansas

Its his first day on the job and well, its a little overwhelming. He was surprised to get the call from a goddamn Admiral, asking him to leave behind the old patrol ship, the Xipe-Totec, and fly something brand new and ten times the size. He couldn't say no to an offer like that and off he went on a little shuttle to land here, on the Diana, captained by a freaking war hero and her LC has more medals than he has buttons on his shirt.
He was pleased to see his co-pilots were actually older than him, a reassurance that they'd know what they were doing. The crew itself was mostly new from what he had heard, freshly picked to make this ship the forefront of the progression into the Outer Reaches, so he's pleased to see they're all mildly nervous like him, settling into their new home in much the same way - by getting straight to work. He flops down into the seat at the Helm, admires the smooth, unscratched surface of the console with a bright smile. Everything was new yet familiar and although he was terrified of his CO, he was damn excited to be heading the movement of a ship as magnificent as this.

Its a few hours later when someone other than the pilots entire the helm. The doors open with a whoosh and he spins around in the chair to investigate. They're cruising at the moment in empty space, no debris or planets or other ships cropping up on the scanner so they're free to drift and he's not really needed to watch the controls, but he wants to be there anyway.
The two who enter the room are not what expects, but he knows who they are right away. Captain Lynch and LC Vogt both have some fearsome reputations but he hadn't expected them to look quite so...human. The Captain is in her casual uniform - armoured trousers and a grey tee - while the LC is wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up. Both look tired, dark bags over their eyes and slightly slouched stances, though the LC is grinning slightly while she looks around the room. The Captain is more subtle in her observation, her eyes darting to each member of the team and only resting on them for mere seconds before moving on.
He jumps to his feet to salute and the action causes the rest of the crew to follow suit. The Captain waves her hand in an almost absent fashion, dismissing them. "At ease. Just here to check up, make sure you're all settling in okay, systems are operating fine and such." The LC nods in agreement, walking forward to lean against the console and gaze out of the massive windows.
No one speaks and Tony belated realises its him who is head of this department so he's the one who has to talk to the Captain. He swallows thickly, tries to speak and only manages a squeak. Panicking a little and feeling his cheeks flood with colour, he clears his throat and tries again. By now the LC has turned to watch too and the Captain has an unamused expression on her face. Her eyes her cold, her whole stance something almost dangerous under the surface and he is honestly terrified. From the war tales he had heard, he thought the LC was going to be the hardass but turns out the Captain is a force to be reckoned with and she's barely done anything but stare at him.
"Thats a real honor. Thank you." He pauses, rubbing mindlessly at the back of his neck, "we're all doing okay here. I think, at least." He turns to look at the others who smile and nod their agreement. The captain seems satisfied with his answer and turns to leave without another word. The LC remains.

"Siobhan may seem like a harass but she's not a total bitch, honest." She says and he's honestly startled by how cheerful her voice is. She claps a hand on his shoulder and he turns slightly to see her hood has fallen off, revealing close cut hair and a nasty scar across the side of her head and two smaller ones on her face. He's heard the stories, most of the Navy has, but she seems so different to the monster of a soldier they portrayed. "She'll warm up eventually. She's gotta, since you're kind driving this thing. Need to keep you happy so you don't just crash us into a rock!" He gives her a nervous smile at that and she laughs, stepping away and towards the door. "Alright, I better catch up, make sure she hasn't shaken up anyone else. Remember to rest at some point guys! Hope to catch you in the mess hall."
She leaves without any flourish either, the doors hissing shut behind her. It takes a few minutes for him to finally collapse back into his seat and he hears the noise of someone to his left pouring a drink. The Agaar smiles at him and despite the needle-like teeth, he feels reassured by his new colleagues. It passes the drink over and it smells almost chemical with an underlying aroma of coffee and he instantly chugs it down. The Agaar makes a strange almost-screech which he assumes is laughter.
"One thinks this will be an interesting job."
He couldn't agree more.