Re: Non-com quarters
When the Guards finally let him into his room, Rip walked in and was... quite surprised. A bunk bed, which seemed to be a tight squeeze for his frame and height, but he would make it work. He wasn't used to bed anyways. A computer on a desk, with a vidscreen above. a Gamma-wave oven, and a cupboard above it for food and his kitchen supplies in between the bed and desk. He checked the door next to the computer to the tight confines of a washing station and shower. Back in the main quarters, there were Three Lockers to the left, with shelves above, right next to the door.
Tight, but that was fine with Rip. Tight confines, made him comfortable. He blinked when he saw a msg waiting for him. He tossed his duffel bag onto his bunk. Walked over to the computer and jammed the button to display the message.
The face of a handsome, made for Vid-viewing, a man in the uniform of ESN Public Relations appeared. Rip grumbled and nearly spat some leftover hamburger crumbs in between his teeth onto the dec-floor. He restrained himself and listen to "Officer Daniels" babbler on and on.
"Ah Trooper Charles, I seem to have missed you when you came aboard the Hermes." Daniels started, but Rip was already unpacking and ignoring the man. He knew the PR part of ESN liked the idea of a reformed thug serving in the fleet, for some damnable reason, but not one he cared to entertain all that much.
"-And to come to the main point I am leaving you this message. From what I am told, you should look into raising above just a standard trooper. You should catch the eye of the Armored Infantry or Mech-" Rip grabbed his K-bar knife and played with the blade, checking his stubble in one of the locker's mirrors. Damn, he didn't want to shave, as he tested the blade's thickness against his chin. A quick flick left a small cut that bled for a moment.
"-And if you can, please show up at the Ball in uniform. Your actions on your former colony should be captured in perfect-" Rip lunged and nearly stuck the tip of his knife into the Vid-Screen. Stopping just a second away.
He folded his arms across his chest, the knife pressed against the center of his chest. He was still learning his way around. And if he didn't make "an attempt" to show up, he would not stop hearing this from Daniels.
Scrolling through a list of contacts Morris had given him. Who could he comm? Even if he just came down to the planet, he could find a way to stretch his legs.
Tarja Vanska. She was in the AI. Also, he remembered she would be one to approach. Tapping the tip of his knife against his chin, he hit send, waiting to see if his Comm-call would connect or if he would have to leave a message.