S.A.M. Complex, front gate.
It was raining outside, and standing in the rain was a Laibe officer, the soldier looked to be a little annoyed - perhaps impatient - as he tapped his foot and glanced up and down the road. There were two guard shapes flanking the gate with a soldier in it, the two were well armed and keeping their eyes out for any trouble.
"Where the heck is he... I swear.. that C'bar..." the soldier scowled as he continued to look for an approuching military car.
Down the road a bit, at an intersection that was swamped with traffic, was a military vehicle whose driver looked a bit annoyed. "You'd think with this rain that people wouldn't be driving," muttered the driver, a C'bar, to his passenger in the back.
Zu’rel looked at the driver and shrugged his shoulders, “But here we are… best just get me to our destination.” He went back to watching the scenery passing by, He was wondering about the ship he was about to be assigned to. He had looked over most of the data he could get his paws onto before he left his dorm, but there was still a feeling of the unknown.
"I'll get us there," said the driver as he watched the traffic lights change and then began to cross the intersection and head toward the complex. "So, if you don't mind me asking," the driver looked into his rear-view, "what made you join the military?"
“To do my part, why else would I?” He was almost offended at the question but it did raise some interesting thoughts. He was pretty young when he joined the Youth Corp, it sounded like it was going to be a fun game. It has been everything else then a fun game, not that he hadn’t enjoyed the ride. More he had served more he knew he had made the right choice from the get go. “What made you become a driver?”
"Actually I part of the security detail at the complex, but I also double as a driver sometimes," the daur looked back onto the road, he seemed a bit annoyed though perhaps because of the rain. "'course, driving in the rain isn't exactly what I had planned for today but we do what we are told to do, so, you stationed at the complex or something?" he asked, making it obvious he didn't know the reason for actually picking up the soldier just that he had been told to do so.
“I believe my next station is at the complex, but I do not know for sure, I have been bounced from one area the next the past few days.” He was getting annoyed with the whole process, his higher up told him it was for security purposes but he believed it was just to screw with him. “How much further is it to the complex, I’m starting to feel ill from the mix of the rain and the movement of the vehicle?” it was true ever since he was a young pup the heat from the defog systems and the humidity mix with the movement of the vehicle, always made him feel queasy.
The driver eye'd his passenger, "we are just about there," he said and turned a corner and pulled into a side straight that took them toward a large metal fence with three people standing in front of it, one of which was the Laibe who looked rather impatient. "We are here," he told his passenger.
"So, this the rook?" asked the Laibe as he walked up to the passenger side.
Zu’Rel started feeling like this whole scenario was just some kind of fabrication to screw with him. If he ever found out who it was, doing it to him they would be sorry. Staring down the Laibe he spoke softly and calmly with a bit of force behind the softness, “I am that, C'Baruce Zu’Rel Tar’Vas, here to report to U'Cetrinal Sa'kira Yuna'me. Can you please point to way to me?”
The Laibe looked over at the C'bar, then looked down at his armband which had the symbol for O'Eytene. "I can, thought saying 'sir' or 'ma'am' will go a long way," the Laibe opened the door to let the Daur out of the car.
“It might, so would a straight answer and directions to this U’Centrinal. Might look good if I mentioned to them that I was escorted straight to them without hassle, the same could be true the other way I guess.” Zu’rel said calmly staring at the Laibe though is light goggles. He wasn’t going to let some jackass Laibe to push him around, he had seen plenty of others over the past few years try, and few ever came close to succeeding.
The Laibe visibly scowled. If it wasn't for this damned Kit reporting to a Daur... "grab your things, I'll take you to your ship," he said.
Smiling Zu’rel thanked the Laibe, and proceeded to grab his duffle and his blade. He took a moment to properly strap the blade to his back and then nodded to the O’Eytene, “Lead on, Sir{/i}
The Laibe gestured toward the far door, though had to wait until the two guards opened the gate to allow them, through. The two headed into the back lobby, reserved for military officers or VIP's, it was quite large and comprised of six floors, the other five descended 'downward', there was a large holographic display in the center of the floor, presently showing a soldier holding a rifle.
"We'll take the stairs, elevators are out of order on this floor," The Laibe gestured toward the stair and began to walk toward them.
Following he just couldn’t help himself, this was so out of character for him, but he just had to speak up, “Why they out, you break them?” the trick to it wall was to keep a straight face, but they taught him well during training.
The soldier merely glared at the young kit and lead him down the stairway, ignoring the kid's comment about the elevator.
"So where are we heading?" Zu'rel was getting tired of all of the traveling and bouncing around to just get to his new post.
"Bay 2, where the NSV-Gam'trosha is currently moored at. Last I heard the crew just boarded her and are preparing to leave, so we must hurry or else you'll need to take a shuttle to join her," said the Laibe, who looked at one of the pictures on the wall that showed an officer getting an award. There weren't to many of these pictures that showed Laibe's, most were Daur's or My'lekes.
"So she is really here? The last few places I was sent to meet the ship, were just stops on the way here." He felt relive, he was almost to his new post. He brushed his uniform and made sure it was perfectly regulation.
The Laibe nodded, when the two reached the bottom floor, the tempreture felt 'very' cold - but nothing the two couldn't handle. "Bay 2 is through here," he pointed toward a set of metal doors and was about to approuch them when the doors opened and an officer stepped on through, wearing a uniform scarf that a series of medals on the sides and the soldiers rank band. "Ah! Ma'am!" the enlisted soldier snapped to attention.
The officer, a My'leke, lookoed up at the Laibe. "I'll take it from here," said the officer.
"Umm, yes ma'am!" The Laibe said, and turned around, staring at the C'bar for a moment before leaving.
Zu’Rel waited and watched the Laibe walk off, before turning to the My’leke, “Ma’am C'Baruce Zu’Rel Tar’Vas, here to report to U'Cetrinal Sa'kira Yuna'me, Where may I find her Ma’am?”
"Down this corridor," the My'leke turned and nodded down it. "Got all of your things I hope?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am I have all I have to bring along. Question Ma'am, is that O'Eytene always so cranky?" smiling he stood waiting for the officer to explain the next step to boarding the ship.
The My'leke watched the back of the Laibe who was walking away. "More like, are all Laibe that cranky. Anyway," she looked down the corridor. "Let's get you to the ship before they disconnect the docking tube."
“Yes Ma’am, lead the way,” He Saluted and followed the officer down the corridor. “”Do you know anything about the CO of the ship? All I have is a general bio that I found linked to the ship’s registry.” He felt a little under prepared for this. He liked to have as much information as he could get.
"Only that she's a newly commissioned Shipmaster and that this is her first command, otherwise, you'd have to talk to her if you wanted anything deeper," responded the My'leke as she trodded casually down the corridor thta lead to a sealed door on the other end. "Curious I take it?" she looked at the Kit with a smile.
“Very much so, Ma’am, just don’t like walking in to a scenario I know very little on.” He motioned to the hatchway, “Is the ship behind that door?” He felt a spike of excitement, His first ship assignment. Everything past that hatch was everything he had worked for, for the past six years.
The My'leke nodded and approuched the door, her tail wiped around where the end broke appear to several dozens of small little tendrils which gripped a keycard that was in her scarfs pocket. She then slid the card through a card reader and put the card back where it was before, the doors began to slide open to reveal a lounge with a holographic tank similiar to the one on the first floor, except this one was off. "Down that ramp," the My'leke pointed with her tail toward the docking tube and then toward the door where a couple engineers were standing and looking at volumetric displays and conversing lightly to one another.
"I don't know where on the ship she is though, so you're better off asking those engineers, they may know or have seen her, good luck," the My'leke smiled.
He quickly saluted the Officer and headed down the ramp to his new ship. Once he arrived at the bottom near the Engineers he waited till there was a lull in their conversation before he spoke up, “Excuse me, but would either of you be able to tell me the location of the Co of the ship would be?” His words were soft and calm but with strength behind them, the smile on his face was well trained to put people at ease without making it seem fake. The only real unsettling thing about him was he was still wearing his light goggles, even though they were in doors.
One of the engineers looked at the Kit, then back at his companions. "I think I saw her heading to the bridge?"
"Yea, that's where I think she'd be," responded another.
"Try there," said the other.
“Thank you”, He pulled piece of paper out of his jacket. He printed a map off before he left his original dorm. With it and the markings in the corridors he was able to find the Bridge without too much hassle.
The bridge door was ajar, and he could hear some chatter inside, though he couldn't tell from whom. Outside the door was an engineer, not one of the crew, but rather one from the complex that had a wall panel pulled off and was inspecting some of the ships wiring. The engineer only gave the Kit a brief look before returning to his door.
Zu’Rel pardoned himself past the engineer and entered the bridge. Looking around he was excited to be there at last.
He would see three people on the bridge, but the one he was looking at was standing beside the command chair and staring at the blank viewscreen. She didn't notice him, perhaps because the bridge doors typically made a sound when they opened, but in this case they hadn't.
Still feeling a little cheeky after dealing with that Liabe He spoke to the person by the command chair, “In my experiences a view screen works better when it is on, Ma’am, C'Baruce Zu’Rel Tar’Vas, here to report to U'Cetrinal Sa'kira Yuna'me.” he stood saluting until the person turned toward him.
"I am she," said Sa'kira as she turned the Kit. "Welcome aboard the Gam'trosha," she gave the soldier a quick salute. "Go ahead and find a cabin that isn't in use, stow your gear, then report back here."
"Thank you Ma’am, I will do just that,” With a salute he spun on his heels and exited the bridge. He headed down to the third deck, he hoped he could get a bunk to himself; it had been years since he last had a room to himself. Once he arrived at the crew cabins he started looking for a door without a name plates on it. He lucked out and found that cabin two what devoid of an occupant so he entered the room.
He was amazed at the room he had to himself, or at least until another member of the crew needed a bunk. He tossed his duffle on to the bed and started pulling everything out of it. He hung the shirts and other hangables up in the locker and placed all the foldable in to the drawers. Once his duffle was empty he hung it in the rear of his locker.
Once everything was in its place he went back up to the bridge, when he entered he took a few seconds to glance over the room before speaking up and announcing himself and the fact he had returned to report as ordered.
"Take your place at operations please, we don't have an actual intel op's station on this ship - wasn't designed to have one. So operations will have to do, configure the terminal however you see fit," said Sa'kira, who was partly looking at the young Kit.
“Yes Ma’am,” with a quick salute he made his way to the station and activated it. It took him a few minutes but he got it configured to a decent intelligence station. It was pumping external and internal sensor data to two of the monitors, the rest were bring up crew reports and histories. Once it was all set up, he turned to the Co “Ma’am my station is ready to go.”