It was a little past 4 o'clock in the morning, so it was still dark out. Then again, it was always dark out at the bottom of the ocean. The crew of the Hermes was told to be at the dock at around 3, but hardly anyone ever showed up that early. With the ordeal of taxiing the sub up to to an airlock, and the rigorous disinfection process, it always took at least an hour before the ship was actually ready to be be boarded. So, for the most part, the crew was just arriving. Thankfully, there was enough to do on the dock to keep anyone who was going to be sitting around waiting occupied for at least a little while.
Kieran Noxis had leaned his seat up against the wall in the bar. Of course, he wasn't there to drink. No, he had never really acquired a taste for alcohol, especially not the stale, unrefined crap they had access to in Phi. In his opinion, the bar was one of the more interesting places to sit and wait. He found a sort of dark humor in watching old seamen who didn't know any better drink their cares away - along with a few other things, of course. It honestly baffled him how the barkeeper, a panther who went by the name Euro, was able to keep his sanity amidst the childish whining of drunkards.
The captain of the Hermes, a bull named Baxter, left the mail office with an envelope in hand, and plopped down on the bench outside. He didn't bother opening it, as he already knew what was inside. He was getting old, and it would be foolish of him to expect to keep his position when he knew that there were younger, more able bodies ready to replace him. He knew that he wouldn't have this job forever, but he was just a bit shocked by how this day had snuck up on him. He leaned his head back, his horns tapping against the window behind him, and exhaled.
Edgar Moore placed his belongings on the nearest bench, and rounded the corner, looking upon the endless sea of refugees. They didn't have anywhere to go, the colony of Phi was already overpopulated. So, they had no choice but to stay in the docks, so densely populated that it was impossible to step two feet without bumping into someone. There wasn't a war or anything going on though. Most of the refugees were the survivors of pirate attacks on far off colonies. He used to be among them, in fact he used to be highly respected by them. It wasn't that they didn't respect him anymore, though. He was revered among them, as his medical skills had saved the lives of countless people who couldn't afford professional treatment. But he knew that there was a saying in Phi: "If you're good at something, Poseidon finds out." A few weeks ago, he'd been plucked from his home, selected for "special duty" aboard the Hermes. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be here again. He wasn't sure if he'd even survive this voyage. All the uncertainty frightened him.
(Go ahead and intro your characters now. The RP is going to remain in the dock a little bit, so that people can make apps and intro themselves.)