weded in between Loading Bay Five and the Main Hangers the CA-SAR offices and Barracks ae marked only By the red CASAR logo painted on the wall over the double doors leading into the lobby. Clean wuiet and well orginized the lobby is noticibly cooler than the slightly overheated walkways and Transit terminal outside. Six receptionist wor at their phones and terminals handling routine calls and processing paperwork without notice of anyone. The trhee women are identical, Perky smiles, long brown hair pulled back into pony tails and dressed in the Tan and Gold Skirt and Jacket uniform of a Staff memeber. A closer look reveals each of the women is a Fairly advanced Adnin Cyberoid under their syntetic skin complex psuedo AI's manage information and process data as quickly as the most experienced Human office worker.

    Att the front desk A young ice blue skinned woman sits smiling as she see's a new face enter the office." Hello, welcome To CASAR, How may I help you?

   Rhic Strolled Into the main office, Tapping out a rhythm with the fingers of his armored right hand against the holster he wore slung low on his hip. Sliding past a pair of O’maeda Pilots, he ignored the dirty looks as he failed to move out of their way.. ”Ladies,” He touched his forehead with a cocky smile. Laughing slightly as the two turned on a heel and gave him a dismissive wave of the hand.

    “Hello Pepper.” Rhic nodded to the receptionist ,” I think I have a few on the hook, send them back to the Colonels office when they come in”.

   As he moved through the offices he had to dodge around crates of medical supplies weapons and ammunition waiting to be processed and shipped out to the Patrol craft. Two bulky drones hissed and whirred as they lifted the half ton pallets without visible effort. One of the Valkiir Marines from the “Hammer” sat drinking Beer and laughing as they teased and flirted with one of the dockhands. Rhic ignored their propositions, they were an old routine, they flirt he ignores them and then they ad a catcall or whistle as he slid by them. A bruised hand had taught the senior Marine he was not one of their little H’tahna boys. It must have been a great day for women on earth when Terran men found themselves the object of whistles and friendly fingers.

   ” Rhic…Paperwork…end of day.” Mara called form her office.”No form 1250…no paycheck.”

  Yeah yeah,”Rhic answered as he pulled a folder out of the rack on her door looking over the expense reports for the last month, Six DoA, four claims for burial expenses, and a replacement for a range truck now resting scattered over a hectare of Stygian scrub.” Any chance of a bonus this time?

  ”Bonus for what ?” Mara scowled as she stuck her head out of her office, the short slim O’maeda didn’t look fierce most of the time but her scowl would melt armorplast when she had to pay for lost equipment and Medical rebuilds.” We don’t pay you to get our gear flashed.

   ”I think we earned it,”Rhic muttered as he wadded up one form and tossed it n the trash. Ticking off items as he spoke.” Combat Duty, Extreme risk, And an extraction under fire.

  ” Two dead clients, a third needing an arm…which you shot off by the way.”

  ” It’ not my fault she didn’t listen…

Mara simply closed her door in his face, a few doors down he sat down at his desk letting the reinforced chair take the weight of his augmented body slowly, before opening his terminal and dumping all the Spam out of his in box. Scanning scouting reports and personnel folders of a dozen possible new hire He dumped three without even bothering to double check their references, their military records told him all he wanted to know. He set several out to the side and began to scan them making notes and frowning once or twice before setting them on the top of the stack and relaying their files on to the colonel.

It had been a fairly long day for the big Valkiir. He had narrowly avoided being evicted from his apartment, he would have been had he not answered the door wearing his gun on his belt. He hadn't been able to hold down a job for too long, his last job as a mechanic fell through. Apparently its not good for business to threaten to 'pound the living shit out of' customers who are getting uppity with the speed they were demanding. And he was hungry on top of that. He lurched past a dive he occasionally frequented. He was slightly bothered that right as he was about to get by scott-free someone he didn't want to see stepped out.

A scoundrel of a Terran accompanied by two larger friends stepped out behind him. "Hey Balkir, you weren't gonna go and not say hello to your old friend, Mal, were ya?" Balkir stopped where he stood and sighed.

"I told ya I would have your money as soon as I could." Balkir had accumulated a decent debt to this lone shark on one of his other rough patches. "So back off or I'll end you."

"That aint good enough Balkir." He motioned to the Valkiir and his boys took a step forward. In an instant the big blue warrior was turned around with his revolver in his hand and a glare in his eyes.

"I said back off, now get out of here." The smaller man cowered and motioned for him and his compatriots to flee. Balkir laughed as he stuffed his pistol back into its holster. He continued on his way to his, hopefully, new job. Been awhile since he worked a corporate job, the money should be better than a backwater mech-shop. He glanced at some passing O'Maeda pilots. Normally he would have had something to say to them but he didn't today. He was hungry after all.

He came to the door of the CA-SAR building. He pushed the doors open, the cooler air feeling good on his bare chest. That put him in a slightly better mood. He noticed the receptionist and strode to her about to open his mouth when she beat him to it. "You wanted in the Colonel's office." Balkir blinked once or twice.

"Okay" he responded simply. "Are you guys always this prompt" he said scratching his head." the receptionist pointed out the way for him to go. He began the careful picking of his way between crates and dockhands. He heard a pleasant whistle in his direction. He glanced up to see a Valkiir Marine looking in his direction. He laughed at her cat-call. "Be in the same place in an hour, maybe I'll take ya up on that." he retorted if he got something to eat that probably wouldn't be idle chatter.

He came to the door he believed was the door of the Colonel. He pounded on it heavily and waited patiently for an answer.

  "Enter," a woman’s voice called as the door buzzed and popped open slightly. At a crowded but ordered desk sat a dark skinned Tae woman who looked up with a slight frown. Dressed in a simple Tae style duty uniform she straightened the close fitting high collared jacket as she shut off her comm terminal. Mister Kulvul have a seat."

   She picked up file opened it, and setout a sheaf of red flagged disciplinary files. She paused to read them before smiling slightly with a good natured smile.” Public misconduct, assault, insubordination, assault on a superior officer,  assault, assault, Oh dd I mention assault….”

    “I expect a certain amount of unstable behavior from a Valkiir but I hope their men were a little more rational.” The officer took a cigar our of her desk drawer and lit it tossing another to Balkir,”Small arms, demolition, swordsman ship I’m not hiring you for your social skills, I need someone to make sure my men and women don’t get flashed because they don’t have enough muscle to back them up.

    With a puff on the aromatic Quetzl grown tobacco when looked at Balkir with a calm appraising glance” I say who gets hit and when, You hit when your told and when it’s obvious some one needs hit. You thin you can do that?”

Another world in his long pursuit. What had that blasted blue skinned freak said a couple of jumps back. Something about CASAR having info on anything. He pushed the dark shades up as he picked up the silver case next to him. His black trench making a whisper sound as it moved across the leather holster on his thigh. He looked down at it memories rising to the surface. Yeah, it wasn't a big gun but in the right hands it was enough.

He stepped of the transport hating the place already. His black clothing not helping with the heat. But he would get over it. He walked into the office his eyes quickly scanning the room. He didn't even apologize after bumping into a few ladies. His eyes on the blue skinned receptionist.

"Names, Victor Grym I am expected." His flat voice was cold and calm. The mirror shades hid his eyes. Not to be menacing, those ice blue orbs scared people more. Maybe it had developed from looking down the scope of a rifle and ending a persons life. He didn't know. But the killer that lurked inside was all to obvious when one saw those chips of sapphire that usually meant they were the next on his list.

   " Of course Mister Grym, The colonel is waitingfor ou in her office...it's straight back down that hall fifth door on the left. Pepper looked her smile seemed a little forced but she was still polite and cheerful." Don't mind the clutter we are still trying to get the office set up, and the dock workers just dumped the deliveries everywhere.

"Yeah whatever you say, lady" HE followed the directions she gave to the right door. Knocking once before opening it and walking inside.

Balkir pushed the door in and entered with all the dignity of hungry, unemployed, slightly irritable mercenary. He nodded respectfully to the colonel and considered saluting, but then again they weren't in the military, at least he wasn't. "Ma'am." was his only simplistic response to her. He listened patiently as she rattled off a portion of his discipline record. He chuckled ever so slightly as she finished.

"I'm a bit offended. Your file seems rather light, there's gotta be more to me than that." Balkir said through a slight grin. "I mean I assaulted three people just this week." he recalled a bit of a scrap he had gotten into the other night. Three guys at once, it hardly seemed fair for them. He looked down at the cigar that was tossed to him. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and lit it. He stuck it in his mouth and puffed once.

He listened to her views on him and her description of the job he was about to undertake. "Who said anything about 'small arms' I'm trained for weapons all the way up to Alliance class C weapons, in addition to energy weapons, needlers, gyro-jets, as well as my demolitions and sword skills." he said around his cigar sounding slightly offended that she had called his training the military "small arms". He puffed once more. "But other than that, yeah I can handle it. Your word is law enough for me. Just one question, food provided, if not you can count me out." he stated simply, underneath the jest a bit of seriousness rang through.

     " I didn't bother with the entire report J'nath kicked a waste basket filled with red flagged printouts, she did not look amused as she looked down at the files. With a meaningful glance she closed the discipline file." Well since we don't have artillery or Tac-nukes, their all small arms.

    Hold that thought..." The colonel looked to the door hitting a button under the desk, the door buzzed. With a curiou look she glanced to Victor's case and then motioned him to sit down in one of the empty chairs.

      "Miter Grym,This Is Mister Kovul, You and he will be working together. She pulled out a second file and looked it over" Covert op, precision engagement... other, oddly enough I can't find much else in your files."
      "Mister Kuvol is heavy combat, he will also be your spotter and backup if we need your skills. J'nath  picked up several other files, etting themon the desk" Your team co-ordinator will Be John Rhictor. There will be everal other members as well bit a it stands you two will be the primary security and response element of this new team. Your suty will consist of insuring the security and safety of your team and providing armed response when called for by your team leader."

    While employed you will provided with a housing allowance,medical care and meal chits, Pay is based on assigned duty and you can refuse any aignment that yourate as unsafe or immoral.

He sat in a chair setting the case down beside him. He sat back in the chair relaxed and silent. He smiled a bit at the missing chunks of the file, bits of memory flashing in front of his eyes. Earth, Mars, and many other battle sites came to mind. Staring down the scope of his rifle. Silent and lethal. His eyes snapped back at the mention of the team and its duties. "When exactly do we start?" He asked in a soft chilled voice.