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The lunch wasn't the worst part of their mission but the pressure applied due to gravity can still take a breath of a few, but at this point, they would have most likely got used to it. The space shuttle was manually controlled by the ground centre to check if anything was going in an unintended direction but the rest was mostly done by an autopilot.
Well, it's impressive what technology got to in the last decade or so, well they do have larger quantities of astronauts for missions and it takes only half the time for them to be them trained.
“Well, I guess this can't be too bad. Right? But I do miss my original crewmates.” yellow mumbled as she cringed at her statement while continuing it.
“Wwwweeeellllll, maybe not Helsa or Seviathan, but occasionally Octavia.” tilting her head upwards a bit announcing her thoughts quietly.
Charlie shifted in her seat, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, looking as miserable as ever. She lifted her knees to her chest, resting her heels onto the edge of her seat as her arms came to wrap around them. Eventually, she started to zone out into her thoughts. She has already gotten used to her older crewmates and the change is definitely something she wasn't expecting, but what would she expect from her father?
Meanwhile, sitting on top of one of the pods which were perpendicular to where yellow was but had been tilted at an angle supposedly moved by the two individual's playfulness, who rested their backs against each other. A tall blond male with brown roots, light brown freckles dusted on his cheeks and lightly on the bridge of his nose, wearing a pink space suit with a small white spider imprint on the right side of his chest, and a shorter female who laid against him. She had blonde hair with highlights of red which made it look slightly ginger away. It was styled in a half up half down hairstyle. Similarly, she had freckles, but they were merely scattered across her face instead. She was wearing a similar orange spacesuit with a black bomb on the right side of her chest.
Both of the pair were on their devices, but they did break into chit-chats once in a while. The blonde female chuckled “Do ya think Val would have turned ya little precious piggy into bacon since you left now?” she cooed with a baby voice just to tease him a little while keeping an eye on her cellphone with a light chuckle escaping her lips. The taller male nudged the back of her arm gently before making his remark as he tilted his head back “Oh, he better not! He can mess with me but nevea mah lil baby.” she giggled at his responses “Well, ya beta get ready for that little surprise when we are done with this fuck'n mission.” She snickered as she reminded “Well ya know we could have a been in separate batches so yeah, better be great-full and stop being bitchy, Alright?” before returning to their comfortable silents.
To the left- hand side of the space shuttle's door sat White and Red. It was obvious that they knew each other or at least seemed to have some sort of connection before the lunch, but they didn't break any type of small talk. White kept her arms crossed while her eyes narrowed staring down to the metal flooring.
The brunette next to her glared down at his shorter partner as he whispered so no else would hear “Vagatha, my dear what's wrong? It seems like the pressure is getting to your head.” the shorter brunette stared back at him. “Alastor it's not that. I wasn't expecting to be putten again on another mission. But I guess you're right, it always puts me in a daze.” she put a weak smile on before looking away from him. She rested her head back against him, Alastor didn't mind since it would be plainly rude from him to push her off.
A seat away from red sat black, a young inventor who was a great hand in maintaining the ship. He didn't bother to look away from his tablet, all that can be said about it is that he was probably working on one of his many little projects. Brown sat next to them, brown was a short red-head with her hair-length to her chin level, they were very enthusiastic and they were always filled with some sort of energy. She kept asking unnecessary questions, "O-o! mister Pentious, what is that?" she stared at his tablet with glitter forming in her eyes while she pointed to the screen which displayed the ship, but with a few Improvements of his; if the general were to allow them through. He scoffed at her question "Oh you little miserable thing, how did they let you on the farn mission?! I bet that you can't even distinguish a high-voltage laser from a kid's toy." Nifty didn't take any offence to it since many others were more insensitive than him, plus he did seem to have shattering self-esteem.
Three other crewmates were also amongst them who were nothing much of importance but were added as a back-up team in-case any complications.
Charlie lifted her head as she pondered. I should try to get to know the rest of my crewmates since we all are gonna be here for one year. YES, Charlie, that's the spirit!.