They waited patiently until the shuttle had arrived, the bay doors closed and pressurized before taking the lift to the deck. The occupants of the shuttle had filed out casually as the crewmen stepped before them, assuming a military command posture. "Welcome, Sir." The Lieutenant performed a crisp salute. "I am to be your escort to the main hall. There will be a small celebration before your briefing." "A Calibration?" Navarre clasped his hands behind his back and stared at her questioningly. "To commemorate our escape thus far." "Ah." Navarre nodded slowly. "I see." He then glanced glanced from the corner of his eyes to the much older man standing silent by her side. He did not know the officer, but there was still a strange familiarity about him. "The man made a stiff half bow at the waist, upon straightening, he clasped his hands behind himself as well. "Welcome aboard, My Lord." The Old mans eyes stared into the younger mans face, only glancing down at the medallion hanging from his neck, and then back into his eyes with an ever so faint grin.