Stoly jumped down and opened the driver side door.  ”Well, I shall take her for a spin then.”  he said as he climbed in.  He pushed the starter.  The engine rumbled to life.  He shut the door and put the APC into gear with a minimum of grinding.  Starting out slowly he heded toward the open area on the other side of the hangar.

  as the vehicle roared to life..all the lights and  buzzers  came on...a screen  with the rear camara, the radar screens..one  for air, one for  ground. Comm Lines  all light up shoing  1,2,3 were ready to go.

  options for  darking  galss  against glare...checks  for all the doors to show they were shut..ring mounted guns powered up and ready......

Stoly took a few moments to familiarize himself with what he was seeing.  He tinkered with the settings for window darkness, and the radar parameters.  ”Have to get Hannah to work over the comm suite.  Too bad we aren't taking this one with us.”  Stoly couldn't really open it up in this small an area, but he could get a feel for it's agility.  He put it through some tight turns and did some pivots.  It handled surprisingly well for alien tech.  Of course this was all low speed and on a level deck.  Stoly looked for controls for operating the pulse guns.  Drivers didn't always have access to the guns.

>>>[ from Mission Room ]>>>

Stoly left the mission room to find some things.  He went down to the Quartermaster to see if they even had anything like what he was looking for on the ship.  It's not like he could order it and have it delivered.  Realities of space travel - if something wasn't here, he'd have to work around it.

Stoly approached the QM and said,  ”Good afternoon, QM.  I have come to look for some hand to hand training gear, and a couple of special items.  They will be for the hand to hand training too, but not conventional techniques.  We will need the usual things like hard contact sparring gear and mats for floor.  Also soft weapons for training, like rubber knives and such.  I also would like some kind of firearms that shoot something that will get the attention without putting the target on medical report.  Is there anything like that on Hermes?”

..well..let's  see. We have the  mats  and  sticks, gloves, pads..there  are practice  weapons and such, all that  on the Rec dec with the football and  other  sports   gear, it should be in the Conatiners Labeled  as  such. Now?  as  far as fire  arms. We  have the capsule  Guns..they Give  a sharp retort, and can fire powder shot, or   MArking Capsules...the Capsules  have a range  of only 20  yards or so..the Power i will break from3 inches to 10 yards...

”I was pretty sure we had all the usual things for practice,”  Stoly said.  ”The guns concerned me though.  Mostly people are working only with shapes.  I want people to know when they screw up.  It's motivational.  Can you put me down for two of the capsule guns on reserve, and capsules for them.  I am not certain when we will begin our classes.  By the way, the classes are for Systema hand to hand combat.  Anyone will be welcome to come.”

  The  fellow  nods  his  ehad  and  writes on the Clip pad,  There ya go, two Capsule guns, with  a box of  rounds..about 50 in a box , i think.

”Thank you, Quartermaster,”  Stoly said.  ”I will let you know when we wil begin the classes.  I may have to work out a bit first.  I have not practiced lately either.”

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>>>[ from Hangar Deck ]>>>

Stoly approached the sailor on duty.  He produced his ID and said,  ”Ensign Stolyarev.  I have come to pick up my carbine and that nice grenade launcher I had on the last mission.  I will need grenades and ammo for the carbine.  Let us say... five clips and ten grenades.  I tend to be enthusiastic.  Also a box of ammo for my service pistol.  I will want to get in some range time before the mission if I  can manage it.”

  TGhe  sailor writes  down the items and goes back into  the Ordinance  vault, he  Comes out  with  the ammo requested  and a  Net back with the Grenades in. Your  special weapons  should be in yhour Locker sir...

Stoly goes to the improvised firing range and relaxes a bit, running a few mags of ammo through the pistol.  It wasn't spectacular shooting but he wasn't really making that kind of effort.  It was the act of shooting that was important, the squeeze of the trigger, the kick of the pistol, the smell of the gun smoke.  It let his body know that soon there would be work to do.  Everything was ready, or was out of his hands.  Now he was the bullet in the pipe, waiting for the hammer to set him loose.

-->from Security Briefing Room

Roy walked in, the ease of his motion indicating a high degree of familiarity with this section of the ship.  "Evening, boys," he drawled, casually.  He'd already decided, next time he ordered something through Gresh, he needed to get a case of chocolate bars...GOOD chocolate, not the stuff they made standard issue...to show his appreciation for how well QM took care of the ground forces on the ship.

"Need you boys to hook up the Sergeant here with an assault rifle...I'll let him decide what, exactly he wants.  I've got a few things I need to retrieve out of my locker, again."  He'd have to see if he could finagle his new position as Security Chief into getting his own private quarters...and a secure weapons locker.  Running to the QM every time he needed one of the specialty weapons he'd acquired could prove to be a liability.

"Additionally, both of us are going to need a pair each of frag and flash grenades, I'm going to need a pair of claymores with optional detonator kits, and we're also going to need red or blue smoke grenades...I'd prefer one of each, if you've got 'em."  With his 'shopping list' delineated, he left Souza to explain what he wanted for a rifle, and slipped into the sacred ground of the Quartermasters without anyone challenging his right to be there, walking over to a good-sized locker and producing a key.  He removed a pair of very non-standard-issue firearms...an alien-made machine pistol and a highly-modified recent generation Kalashnikov assault rifle, with--remarkably enough--a suppressor encasing its entire barrel.  Both had obviously seen action, but were still in apparently good repair.  Additionally, he produced some extra magazines and a couple of boxes of ammunition...apparently, to load sometime between now and when the final alert sounded and they all mustered to the hangar deck.

  the sailor moved into the back and  was gone a few Minutes and  came out  with  net bags with the required Grenades, and kits.

 now? what else you fellas  need?

Anthony stood behind Roy and waited till he was done getting his gear before he asked for his gear. He wanted a standard issued SMG with an additional side arm, both coming with extra rounds. He also asked the QM for an assault vest and would take two frags and smokes, in red and blue. He made sure he was fully stocked with close quarter gear and would easily be able to handle the weaponry from that point onward. He would also try to get some down time at the range to get used to the weapon. He knew how to fire it, but always good to test recoil before going out there. Pick his preferable fire rate and go loud.

  The sailors in the QMs were  working hard, fast, and efficient. Loads  hand  out  in net bags  or stacked in neat Piles for the crewman to take.

  The  QM  himself  would  walk  By  with a  datapad, or Clippad tapping out  somthing then handing it to a sailor  who darted off to take care of what-ever- it  was.

Roy grinned as he came back out, with his armful of 'goodies'.  "Right...I think we're pretty well set for now.  Anything else we need, we'll have to steal from the Mulls after we shoot 'em, I guess.  Thanks, boys..."  He nodded with an affable grin, and turned to Souza.

"I'd recommend a little range time to get used to the SMG...if you've used them a lot, it comes back pretty quickly...but, like riding a bike, if you haven't done it for a while, your first little while back in the saddle is awkward.  Best to do it here, where lives aren't on the line."  He grinned and shrugged.  "And there's sleep, gear prep, and food still to take care of, as well.  You good to go?"  When he'd first come on board, he was the sole Marine sniper, and he'd felt very much adrift for the first little while.  He didn't want to put his fellow snipers through that, even though social isolation was pretty common for them.

Anthony nodded at the last question, "We are a go." Anthony said simply as he looked at the gear he was given, strapping to gear to him so he could get used to the weight of it all before he shoulder his smg with no bullet in the chamber to get used to the grip and then lowered it. "Hit the range.. where would it be?" Anthony asked as he looked around the Locker area to see if it was labeled from here, but he doubted it... immensely.

Roy nodded.  "Next section foreward, second hatch on your left side.  It's on the way back to the quarters...I'll walk with you that far."  It was apparent, by how he handled the assault rifle he'd retrieved, that it had been with him for a while--how much of that had been field duty and how much was range practice was anyone's guess.  He took a moment to load as much as he could into a light pack, slinging it and the rifle over his back before making ready to head back to his quarters.

Anthony followed Roy where he walked, unknown of where practically anything was as he simply examined his weapon. It was kept combat ready, polished and ready to go so he could give the QM some credit, he knew his weaponry. He looked around once more as he followed Roy and made sure to stay close behind with his weapon in hand.

Hannah arrived and made straight for her work area. Most of her toys were stored there and she didn't want to overload the QM while he was busy with others. Instead, she began gathering what she could and setting up her comm packs into the partition carrier. She pulled the ring from the box where she had stored it and slipped in on, readying herself for any contingency.

Her supplies gathered as much as possible she made her way to the QM's desk to gather her poppers and the view gun. She just wasn't comfortable keeping anything 'gun-like' in her possession. This time she'd see if Spencer or one of his men would like to carry it for recon around corners. At the counter she smiled and leaned against the desk. "Hello. I'd like my view gun and a dozen of the poppers, please. Oh! Do you have small cases I could separate them into? For easy carrying?"

She had no idea if her poppers were even going to be necessary but they'd stood her in good stead so far. She was unwilling to leave without them now, just in case they came in use.

   One of he Sailors  Nodded,aye, Ma'am , let's see what we can do." he disappeared into the back, was gone  about 10 Minutes.  When he came back he had two Items.

  Best I could do Ma'am. YOu can either have this Bandoleer and stick the poppers on there. Or these slide cases. will hold  siox  each. I currantly have 4  of those?

Hannah considered for a moment and mentally calculated. "I'll take three of the cases. That'll let me distribute them so others can use them just in case." She signed for the equipment and smiled, waiting for him to hand everything over.

Once she had everything she returned to her work area and gathered her supplies in a wheeled cart and headed out to her quarters. Once there she could head into the 'closet' and start separating the poppers. Maybe she could play with the ring a little to see about duplicating the ear piece technology.

<----Hanger Deck

Anthony came jogging in with his equipment, "Hey-oh Gunney, was wondering if I could get some resupply for the drop in of the envoy and I was wondering if you could explain this pistol to me more." Anthony said as he handed the pistol and the weapons he had brought with him on the table so they know what weapons he will be trading and needing ammo for as he also motioned toward the back, "Are there any spare bullet long rifles I can get my hands on? Anything I can place my scope on would be fine."

  The  QMs  eyebrow  raises as the Master Chief  looks over the weapon,  works  something like  our Pulse guns, YUou'll need to plug it in when your done to power up.

 He  turns  and  whistles over his  shoulder  and Points to the gun. The  sailor working on a Pulse rifle  digs  through a tool box  and absently tosses the MC some thing looking tool. He inserts it in the  butt of the pitol's handgrip and watches the  tiny lights,..Looks like you got  about 30 shots here..or  about  1 minute  full auto...

"Is that at full charge or as of right now?" Anthony asked as he looked at the machines, not exactly gadget friendly as he pushed the submachine gun across the counter, "Here, I won't be needing this anymore, if you got any of that face paint I could use some black, if not thats fine, but if you have my bullet loaded long rifles I would like it, and the scope off this pulse rifle I was given and was placed on by myself. I would like to be reunited with my weapon, if that is possible at all." Anthony said as his sniper rifle was given to the QMs on his arrival and he was given the pulse rifle that he placed his rifle scope on top of and had been using outside of the machine gun he needed for the close quarters action.