Re: [Mission 19.3]
Armundo finally made it to his quarters, dropping his duffel bag in a unused corner of the room, leaning against the wall as he slid his hand over his face with a sigh, tipping his hat dangerously close to falling off his head . He sniffed, looking at the room around him..smelt like cigars.
Armundo shrugged to himself, cigars were actually fairly familiar to him, taking him back to some of the dens and bars that he had frequented on his home planet..but that was a very long time ago. The Nepleslian was restless, rather then tired. He needed to change and report to his station and get a feel for things. He had only ever been on the Eucharis's medical station once before for his transfer.
Shutting the door behind him, he would change out his uniform before spiffing up a bit. He was fairly anxious for the work day to end, he had been itching to get down to the recreation area and grab himself a simulator. He hadn't trained for several days and he felt as if he was getting sluggish. but that was for after hours, right now he had to get to work.
Making his way out of his room, he adjusted his belt and strode down the hallway, making his way directly to the medical station.