[ It's not quite a busy bustle up here with most people focusing their attention on prep for potential disaster on the planet, but those that are around are working tirelessly. Every screen and scanner is up in the defacto control room, and several of the alarm speakers have been manually disabled, just to save some headaches - but it still rings through the rest of the station periodically, echoing throughout long hallways. ]
Hey, [ Jim calls, looking up from a monitor he's trying to divine answers from. His gold uniform is long gone, mangled in his group's crash-land into the swamps some months ago, so he's dressed casually but effectively. Sometimes when he moves, a flash of a silver badge is visible beneath the sides of his jacket, pinned high on his chest. ] Are you checking in with piloting experience?
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Hey, [ Jim calls, looking up from a monitor he's trying to divine answers from. His gold uniform is long gone, mangled in his group's crash-land into the swamps some months ago, so he's dressed casually but effectively. Sometimes when he moves, a flash of a silver badge is visible beneath the sides of his jacket, pinned high on his chest. ] Are you checking in with piloting experience?