His time was filled with ships duties, which were few, automated systems took most of the work leaving him free time to explore the potential of his new ship, an advanced scout ship that sat proudly in Hold 32. To Maulik's discerning eye it was beautiful, the lines were in perfect proportion, in the empty void of space aerodynamics were unnecessary, without atmosphere to hinder or create drag and friction a square box was all that was required for FTL travel, yet style oozed from the sleek lines. In Terrillian society it was not a custom to name inanimate objects, ships were numbered not named. But his Watu scout ship bore a designation, Kressa, a predatory animal on Watuma, famed for its speed and agility during the hunt. A name he somehow found fitting and couldn't wait for the first scheduled halt for diagnostics and maintenance. "Only two weeks." He smiled as he ran his fingers along the glossy hull, as smooth as glass and black as deep space, "Just two more weeks and I can find out just how fast and agile a Kressa truly is." Often he had slipped into the twin seat cockpit and settled into the pilots seat.
