Vaelin sat on the edge of his bed, his knees apart as his elbows rested on them, his hands covering his face as his mind churned on knowledge that he had recently gained. Standing and moving to the music player he selected a few songs to play on in a loop, never having really had a wide verity that he liked. The music drowned over his thoughts and he could hear nothing else. His gaze turned out the window as he looked at the spinning anomaly within the Puerto Rico system. Chewing the inside of his check in thought before he finally turned form it shaking his head. Jim had the display up indicating any activity that connected to his brother, what was there was nothing new, which gnawed at him internally. As restlessness took its toll he would finally head for the door grabbing the specialized trench coat, setting it over his shoulders and straightened it out.
Stepping into the training room he set the temperature to a cooler temperature and removed the coat, his eyes trailing the ceiling where retracted gun turrets where, these devices littered all throughout the ship as per means of protection. Transferring his music selection down into the room, he would replicate the same environment as his room before he started his work out. Hours had passed and a state of exhaustion achieved, with aching limbs he made his way back to his room, where he moved into the shower. He soon immerged from the showering room drying his hair. Once done with the towel he merely tossed it over onto one of the seats and grabbed the coat once more. He made his way down to the hanger bay area of the ship. He made his way to his ship in which he started to calibrate the systems as well as the guns. There had been once a innumerable amount of ships that would pass through here while the crews worked on them, it was a sight to behold, now merely a thing of the past and only memories as evidence.