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Ivan Braginsky is a 28-year-old new member of the NASA Interstellar. He was sent there by Roscosmos to help build some insight and trust between the two programs. The Russian was fascinated by astrology and going into space. He likes to think he's open-minded, friendly and smart, so he thinks that getting along with everyone at Interstellar will be not so bad.
His vibrant violet eyes widen in curiosity and awe as he soaked up the new place he was about to start working in. His scarf childishly wrapped up past his chin and his ashen blond hair swaying and framing his face. He found himself gazing around as he made his way to the boss's office and meeting a few coworkers along the way.
The team was lively and friendly, alright. He's heard that Americans were rowdy and loud, but these people put it to a whole new level, but not in a bad way. It was awkward and a tad too loud at first, but he kinda learned to cope with it. The current head, Matthew Williams, welcomed Ivan with open arms and everyone helped him warm up and get started.
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Alfred Jones is a 32-year-old member of the NASA Interstellar and captain of the Hetalexa Space Station. He's known to be silent, a workaholic, genius about space, astrology, and seemed to be entrusted with all the secrets and information that NASA has. Almost no one except the utmost heads knew that he knows this information knowing that he'd rather die than slip anything. They also know that there is information about Roscosmos that he's been given that he won't tell either. What's more is that none of his coworkers has seen his face since the introduction party.
There are also some other secrets that Alfred hasn't told anyone and that is that he lives in an unknown space station that the citizens of the world don't know. In fact, when he isn't grinding away at his work back at the Interstellar, he's the captain of the Hetalexa Space Station. It was also called the Nasarcos by some of the members, or celestronauts as they're playfully called, whether it was the American astronauts or the Russian cosmonauts. Everyone on the ship knows him and they've pretty much gone to every planet.
How could a ship be this stable and tough to withstand the planets, how is Alfred going back and forth between a space station and the Interstellar, and how the heck is no one knowing about this? Well, to put it simply, personifications of nations are letting them do this. Ms. America and Ms. Russia, specifically. The two are dope friends, as the opinion of the crew jovially say, and is having them collect data on these planets to see if they could launch themselves a couple galaxies away. Thanks to Mr. England, they have a cool, magical portal, called a Saronium Gate that can transport them from anywhere to the space station. All they had to do was turn the little jewel on the special rings that the nations gave them.
Alfred was entrusted with more work with working at the Interstellar and as captain of the Hetalexa. To put the little cherry on top, he has to take care of the two native residences of the Hetalexa; NASA and Roscosmos, themselves. NASA was a shy girl with a big mind and an excited personality. Roscosmos was a spacy boy who was never afraid to be outwardly curious. The two were both very enthusiastic and friendly on most days, and yes, about the size of toddlers. What's more is that they've taken a strong liking to Alfred, for some reason.
America and Russia had always seemed to be good friends with the American male. They ran into him while exiting a world meeting. He was working for a sorry excuse for a paper route and wasn't even being treated nicely, to begin with. But he had a big heart and helped the two, unsuspecting that they were nations. After running into him a couple times, they learned that he wanted to work for NASA but never made it in. They realized that he was extremely smart about the topic and could provide for the space station accordingly.
And so, they introduced him to NASA and Roscosmos. The two little space stations normally didn't warm up to people that easily, but for some reason, Alfred just fascinated them. Thus, he was entrusted with typically taking care of the two while he was at the Hetalexa.
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Alfred was typing something up for NASA when he heard a commotion from his office. He brushed it off. Matthew did tell him that there was someone from Roscosmos that was coming to work with them. Alfred, as Matthew expected, had gotten a short email about reminding any newcomers about making too big of a commotion outside his office and not to disturb him. The boss sighed as he noticed that it was the exact same email that he sent when the last newbie arrived.
Speaking of sighing, Matthew was found doing so, looking in the direction of Alfred's office.
"What is wrong, Mr. Williams?" Matthew's head snaps around to face the one who asked the question. The Russian accent made some chuckle. Ivan tilted his head worriedly for his boss.
"Hm? Oh, nothing for you to worry about," Matthew laughed.
One of the coworkers saw where he was looking at and snickered, "Nah, you're not gonna get 'im outta his office no matter what. You'll be lucky enough to even see him outta there, Braginsky," he slaps said Russian on the back.
"Who is he?" Ivan asks curiously.
"Alfred Jones," Matthew sighed, "He worries me sometimes. First to come, first to leave. Even when he's at home, NASA gets reports and finished work documents from him off-duty."
"...He sounds like a dedicated worker," Ivan hummed.
"Oh, he is," one of the female workers smile dreamily, "Too bad the hottie won't be interested in dating. Such a waste on good looks," many women around her murmur in agreement. He must be popular.
All the more made Ivan curious about what this super worker was about. He was quite known to be such a worker back at home and perhaps this Alfred Jones might be able to share in intelligence. He thinks about this as he gets set for work.