Demian fixed the cuffs of their labcoat again, waiting in the empty hall of the DPIP intake office, post-checkup. They were due to meet their first colonist and begin the moving-in process, now that they were confirmed clear of any potential foreign infection. Their affiliate research partner had already landed, but Demian hadn't yet received word, other than that they were both being stationed on Rekes, a southern island. They skimmed the basic information on the clipboard they'd been handed when they landed, studying the photo of the volunteer that was to be their first colonist. 

They hoped they'd get along. Getting booted off-planet would be a massive failure. Their translator nestled in their ear, buzzing with the florescent lights overhead. 

Demian took a deep breath, and entered the meeting room.