The light steps of boots made their way across the station, determined and proud as the man in his pilot suit. A zip-up, typical jumpsuit and while not particularly muscular, the man was athletic. He had no weapons in his possession, he had left them in his ship assuming that they would be taken away anyways. His eyes scanned the hallway that he was moving through towards the recruitment center.
He wasn't all that handsome either, a ragged mane of short brown hair with green eyes, an unshaven, rugged chin showed that he was probably careless about what he looked like. The way he walked, however, was as if he had an air of confidence about him - not arrogance, however.
He would stop at the door to the recruitment center, taking a deep breath to retain his cool, his posture and his air of confidence. It slid open and he stepped through, making his way to the lobby and sitting down. He didn't smile, nor did he eye any of the guards. He kept his eyes forward, sat up straight and waited.
