Lord Redtail Rathan
Just quoting in case you wanted to make sure the room description works
I am the shadow, and smoke in your eyes.

Aingel entered the small room, looking around before placing his crates on the floor. With the press of a button and the entry of a code, the two crates opened and unfolded to reveal his repair station (the device with the spindly arms) and his DatCom (the personal holo-computer) Since the Ferogan Military was not in range, however, the primary function to his DatCom, which was communication, was rather useless. Still, it did carry a backup of his archives, and could communicate on the ship's local comm channel, though he would likely have to ask permission for that first. Once his things were set up, Aingel moved the two into positions so they were available but not in the way, and stepped onto the platform, the arms whirring to life. With a buzz, his nano-clothes dissolved, leaving him "naked" save for a pair of speed-like briefs over his personal areas. Now, with his body, milky white and crossed with seams at the joint and rotation areas, exposed, the arms went to work, lifting his skin plates to get at the hardware underneath, calibrating and adjusting to make sure nothing had changed since he had been put away.
Minutes later, the platform finished its task, and retracted back into shutdown state. Aingel re-activated his nano-clothes, the speedo dissolving and growing back into his regular outfits. After a routine test flex, Aingel walked out the door, intent to get familiar with the surroundings of his new home.
I am the ghost,
that hides in the night.