Ginger sits inside the ship, admiring his hybrid armor with a keen eye. It was essentially the best of both worlds; stealthy and sleek, yet boasting enough firepower to take down a capital ship. Exactly what he wanted. He smirked as he remembered the crusty custom exoteric suit that he had used on Exalin. He looked up at the people across from him, and remembered what he had told Murph in private, and his smirk disappears. He only hoped that the new recruits would be ready for what lay ahead.