The gunmetal grey walls weren't too affected by the surge of heat that pulsed through the ship. Not much was able to shift those hardy, lead based Coalition paints - the kind that would usually be the cause for mass-recalls of children's toys because the kids started tripping out. Once the recovery crew performed its sweep, the heavy blast doors which sealed the rest of the ship from the main corridor unbolted and hissed as they slipped back open, their occupants greeted by a rush of warmer than usual air - a welcome change on such a utilitarian vessel. The Trotsky, true to its sisters, was built with comfort as a second priority. Commander Wight was walking down the hallways as everyone rushed back to their previous duties, dreading the thought of what might happen should they fall behind. He wore a rather bland grey, hooded jumpsuit, made of some strong plastic material... The kind used by HAZMAT teams when dealing with exotic chemicals. The legs were tucked into a pair of black, spit-polished military boots, and the edges of the hood were tucked tightly into the front of a gasmask with two small eyeholes shielded by a visor which let off a faint blue glow under the light. Some would have remarked about how excessive it appeared, he'd always respond the same. "Just call me paranoid," - and he was, he didn't trust that the corridors weren't irradiated by the engine blast - and who could blame him?
As soon as he caught sight of Kyu and Alicia, he took a sharp right and slipped into one of the two offices that lay just down the hall from the recruitment office, facing each other. There was a rather stock standard wooden desk awaiting him, as well as a considerably nice leather chair. Sliding around the desk, he plonked back into the chair and let out a relieved sigh, cracking his fingers and pulling himself up. To his right, an in-out box, lacking in any papers... For the time being. He opened the top drawer and smirked to himself at the sight of a .60 Officer's handcannon... He'd had enough waved at him that he really wanted to know just why it got the Commissar's off so much...
