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[[ *bows* greetings all! Looking forward to this! WOOT! MY BIO IS PINK! xD ]]

Jack stands in the vestibule of the fleet dock as the Battle Hymn comes to a rest with an enormous roar. All the personnel on the ship charge out of the hangar moments later, talking about how they're going to go get $#!† faced right away. Jack sighs as he waits for everyone to finish exiting the ship, then steps towards the entrance to the hangars. An MP steps out of the hangar, blocking his path. "Sorry, private, but you'll have to put your gear on the ship when it's done with repairs. No unauthorized personnel are allowed on until the engineering crews are done." Jack grumbles, wishing he could take a swing at the guy. He was talking in an arrogant tone, like the two little letters on his shoulder really made him better than a regular soldier. He wrinkles his nose, reluctantly leaving the hangar.
He'd been lugging his crap around all day, waiting to throw it on this ship. Now he had to find somewhere to keep it until the ship was open to 'unauthorized personnel.' He couldn't go back to the barracks, since his dinge of a room probably belonged to some unfortunate new recruit by now. He'd been told that once he got his assignment to join the Battle Hymn, he was no longer allowed on the base without proper authorization. What was with the military and authorization? It reminded Jack of a kid's pillow fort with a sign reading 'no girls allowed' outside it.
Deciding his best bet is getting a hotel room for the night, Jack heaves his monstrous pack up on his shoulders. Slinging his sugar rifle around his arm, Jack walks out into the street and heads to a decent looking hotel. He walks in, and asks for a room at the front desk. "One moment, please." the man behind the dingy sheet metal counter says. While he scrounges around in a drawer for something, Jack takes a look around. He drops his pack to the floor with a definitive thud, and adjusts his rifle on his shoulder. He spots another marine waiting nearby, with captain's stripes on his shoulder. Jack looks him over for a moment.
He has the face of a child... he can't be older than 20. Jack rolls his eyes, hoping he doesn't have to serve under someone young enough to be his kid. Jack doesn't want to jump to any conclusions, but honestly. Either this kid was a phenomenal soldier, or there was truly something wrong with the military. Considering his experience, Jack finds the latter to be more likely.

"Well, isn't that an interesting way to say hello," Steven said sarcastically, turning towards the girl, "What's even more interesting is the fact that that's all correct." He inspected the girl who sat down next to him trying, and was almost stunned by how the girl looked. She was all prim and proper, everything in order, but it was the eyes that really stuck out at him. "How did you know all of that? You a comm worker with the databases or something?" he asked finally. Something didn't feel quite right about her.

[[ lol, everyone's gettin pervy fer the AI xD I guess it'll ensure everyone follows her orders... hehe ]]

Jack looks at the young man before him, a little sullen-eyed. By his limp, he can tell the kid's lost a leg. It made him feel a little bad... but not bad enough to forgive him for his rank. Staring up at him, he reaches out one of his heavily muscled arms, shaking the boy's hand with a firmness that only existed in galactic prisons. "Yeh, been transferred to the Battle Hymn. Damn MPs wouldn't let me on the ship so I'm stuck with a hotel for the night, it looks." Jack doesn't feel very comfortable talking to this boy, it gives him a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach that he can't quite put his finger on. He turns his head to the clerk, who is still fumbling through his drawer looking for some unknown article. Deciding the boy probably won't leave him alone anyways, Jack turns back to him. "So I hear you guys on the Hymn have seen some heavy action. Hopin' it's not just a rumor." he says as he intentionally shrugs the shoulder with his rifle on it. Jack had been hoping to get transferred to the Battle Hymn for that very reason.

Steven followed after the AI, although truthfully, there was little he could do otherwise seeing as how she was gripping his arm like a vice. "Well, here is a new experience of mine, being drug around by 1 month old female Admiral who is probably strong enough to wrestle two full grown drathonian males," he thought to himself. He looked back a the AI quizzically. He had always thought that an AI was just a big computer that sat on the bridge all day giving advice, but this AI seemed completely normal (aside from the whole vice grip thing). "Hey Miss AI, could I get my arm back? I appreciate the concern of getting me inside, but I am capable of leading myself," he said as he snapped back to reality.

Jack's rugged face crinkles in a smile at the boy's good humor. It was amazing how optimistic children were. As the boy walks away, Jack closes his eyes and cringes. If half the fleet was destroyed, the human race was almost certainly doomed. They were impossibly outnumbered to begin with... now it felt like he had signed up for a transfer to hell. By the looks of it he'd be lucky to survive his first mission. A little disheartened, Jack turns to the clerk, still fumbling around in his drawer. "Hey!! Don't keep an armed man waiting!" he shouts at him, pulling his rifle off his shoulder. The clerk shrieks, throwing a pile of papers into the air. He runs to the wall and pulls a key off, throwing it to Jack. Jack gives him a grim look, catching the key in his free hand. He throws his gun over his shoulder once again, and grabs his pack, hauling it up the stairs to his room. He throws his gear on his bed and leaves the room. 'May as well go have a drink.' he thinks to himself. It was still early, and he had nothing better to do with the last of his depressive day. May as well end it with a few drinks. As Jack exits the hotel, his path is blocked at the doorway by the young captain and an attractive young girl. " 'Scuse me." he mumbles, trying to edge past them.

Having removed the TV from the low-standing dresser to make room for his portable workshop, he left the room. He needed to get his hands on some alcohol, and for two reasons: one, he wanted a drink to cool his nerves, and second, he needed some to try another prototype weapon he was working on. If it worked, it would make building powerful and perhaps even paralyzing but non-lethal 'grenades' with just two ingredients. Alcohol just happened to be one.

Coming to the main floor, there was something of a makeshift blockade going on at the door. Each was a military officer, it seemed, except perhaps for the female. Her uniform was vaguely similar, and yet its own entirely. He was somewhat puzzled, but didn't care. He would have gone around, but the other set of doors was being used by people headed in the opposite direction.

"Auszieh des Weise!" Garrett spouted, angry that he was being impeded by none other than military men and perhaps woman.