The joined effort of Attrition and Industrial proved to be fruitful and effective when Karl arrived on the Enterprise with a sack over his shoulder like he was Jolly Ol' Saint Nick, himself. If the contents were known to the others, there should've been questions as to why it was unnaturally still, but Karl wasn't too concerned about consequences right now.
Right now, was the beautiful Enterprise, herself. Once his boots touched the surface of her tarmac, Karl allowed himself a very human and very visible grin to split open his lips. It felt like home, it felt right. Down to the last nut and bolt holding the old girl together and Enola's power pulsing at her core - there couldn't have been a better setting than this to stage their annual showdown.
Dumping his luggage onto the hard top, Karl looked around and took in who was here before crouching down to untie the buckles that were strapped around the opening of the sack. He had taken all precautions in bringing this "package" to the Enterprise, including breaking the necessary delicate digits that could've made it a hell lot more difficult.
"Who else are we waiting for?" he called out as he tossed aside the last buckle and stood up, dusting off his hands.