In reply to Justice Lanceheart (msg # 50):

From Inside a male voice answers "door open"
Justice finds him self looking at Sgt Hunter, sat a small desk typing on a lap top. Looking over his shoulder he sees Justice, "come in there's a draft out there he says with a smile".

He gives the other man a nod.  “Hey, I am Justice, I was just waiting to get my orders, and I have not gotten anything yet.”  He says with a slight Canadian accent.  “I do not even know who my CO is, I am with Special Ops, you have any idea about when we are going to be called up for inspection?”

He looked around the room.  “Zen meditation, eh?  You are Buddhist then, or just into that bushido stuff?”  He asks, scanning other aspects of the room.  It was sparse, like his own quarters, he was using a laptop rather then something more sleek and sophisticated, had the swords in a place of honor, so he valued tradition, though he saw nothing of the man’s own heritage in the room.  His guess would have been English, and the way he wore the uniform suggested he was trained in the special forces, nothing loose, and he even sat with his body facing the door, ready for a fight.  He looked about, seeming to try and pick up on who the man was, Hunter was on the uniforms. “So, can you help me any, Hunter, is it?”

Jesse hadn't heard anything back from Beth, nor any news from Roy.  Though there were distant faint voices from outside the doorway and probably up the hall.  She got up from her chair and sauntered over to her door to peep up and down the hallway.

She saw a couple of guys up the hallway chatting, and decided that if they needed something, she was there.  She'd leave the door cracked partially and return back to her chair and review the crew.

<quote Justice Lanceheart>
He gives the other man a nod.

John Hunter.
"Buddhist no, I am a follower of kami-no-michi, that is to say in the western tongue Shinto."
Hunter holds out his hand
"John will do like you I am special operations, But Earth forces, I got volunteered for this and am very much wondering what I have got my self into".
"This seems far looser in organisation than, home."
"This part of my life seems to help balance me from my time in Japan."
"I find their culture one to admire."
"And the warrior codes are a path my boots walk well."

Hunter turns slightly, on his shoulder is a Parachute with white wings and blue inner.
Underneath is the legend 22nd SAS
Under that British Army.
"Can I offer you a drink."
"I think we have time before we are called"
"What's your choice in Music Justice, in the back ground you can hear some Scottish music

In reply to John Hunter (msg # 54):

As hunter speaks, his computer terminal bleeps incoming message. Reading it quickly he indicates Justice to come over and read it also. "Looks like I was correct about thing happening."
"Guess we better hold off on that drink".

"Know the way there by any chance"?

Jesse had nearly drifted off with her pad laying in her lap.  The COM unit buzzed with a message near her.  Looking at it and seeing it was Roy, she quickly dropped everything and headed out the door.  She took a quick look in the mirror at her tank top, fitted black jeans, she ran her fingers through her hair and hustled out the doorway with the door quickly closing and locking behind it.  She passed the fellows she'd heard speaking earlier, she was feeling along her body for a quick weapons check as she quickly walked through the corridors to SEC Office.

“I suppose there is some good things about the Japanese culture.”  Justice looked up at his data pad and nodded.  He touched the screen to acknowledge the request.  “Sure, drink after the briefing.  I will see you up there.” He did take note of the uniform and the patches, he was SAS, and a man dedicated to what he assumed was the older culture of Japan, suspecting he did not mean the current version of Japanese culture, unless he was into Karaoke bars and Otaku.   He stepped into his own room and put on his cap.  He stepped back out into the hallway, following behind Hunter on the way up to the meeting room.

He just missed the lift and had to wait in the hall way for a bit.

<<  From Briefing room

Awaiting his response, she gathered a few of her items and gave herself a pep talk and speech over what she wanted to say.

  Jesse would have  found HAck as he   was heading back to the  bridge elevator.What  may I do  for you Ms  Dalton?

Happy to catch Commander Hack in a seemingly good mood she gave a return content and happy smile.

Good to catch you for the moment, she said.  I had a couple of things I wanted to speak with you about.  First would be the idea of setting up an infiltration team, from the various stints we've went on, I see that there is a strong need for one.  Ironically, the briefing I just came out of with MSGT Spencer seems to be the teasing of one.

Secondly, I was curious, is there a possibility that my ranking could be moved from Civilian Spec ops to something a bit more formal, such as an ESN?

She spoke nervously yet confident.

The lift doors opened.  “Tatyana is a solid fighter, but I would recommend that we seek some sort of preparation for her.  She walks on a knife’s edge and she will someday be cut.  I am concerned about the alien Xyran.  He seems to have no sense of self preservation.  He reminds me of the soldiers of Sparta, his contribution will be great, but I sense a longing for a glorious death.  This could be hazardous to the unit.”  He dictated into the pad as he walked to his room.  Making notes on the unit was something he had gotten used to, it helped him understand the people he worked with.

“As for Jesse…” he paused as he saw the woman standing in the hallway with the Admiral.  He smiled and started to walk past, giving the Admiral a proper salute.

  The Admiral looked at Jesse, a thoughtful frown on his face,we have been seeking  a way to get better Intel, however....its  hard to place people  in...on..some of  our latest targets, and have  any hope of getting them back. Should the Time  come, when its favorable to place a team  in the target area, I am most certain we shall do this....After this next action, MSGT Spencer  can take a shot at setting something up....But i will not  lose a team of specialists, Just to find n out  a tiny bit more of information.

 He  Returns the salute  to LAnceheart, his eyes goes  briefly to the Com  text he received  earlier  when Lyri returned from shore leave. He waited until the MAn was well away, and Turned in the Opposite direction...herding Jesse  with a Gentle hand in that direction as well....We will Go through your Files and see where we can 'pigeon hole' you into . Normally, a Civie   in your position would  have a rank of LT...Your training  and the like  will transfer over with you....you must realize...once transferred , you will need to stay in the service  for 6 years, to satisfy the'payment' for your rank, Much as those who  enter from one of the academies..if you are  willing to do that, We can start the  transfer in motion..but..after this next action.

Jesse listened whole heartedly.  She paused upon seeing Justice and felt the concerned nudge to move forward by Hack.  She raised an eyebrow when he mentioned her name, but said nothing.  I certainly understand your concern over not wanting to lose valuable men.  I have come up with a solution to this concern, if you may hear me out briefly.  I was down in the Bay when they brought the prisoners up and had looked at the docket briefly.  I was considering using this crew, with some training, as well as myself with training, to create this team.  You would not be using any of your current valuable people, if anything, it may add to your valuable people.  They, as well as myself, may have nothing to lose in this.  It would also add to their, and my own, credibility towards the rest of the ship, and yourself.

She nodded.  Affirmed, Sir.  I'd be willing to put the rest of my life towards training and aboard this ship if it means I am able to obtain something more than just a Civvie title.  I know I came aboard anonymously, but since then my talents have served purpose and meaning.  I have found a place for myself.  I can find a future for myself here, where there was none previously back on Earth that didn't end in death by my father's people.  I'm willing to put in the time and effort it would take.

She paused a moment and looked at Hack and at the direction that Justice left. What was that about? she finally asked softly.

  The Admiral Nodded,Agreed...but that is osmethign that will have to wait , unitl after this action....

 Hack's  frown was a mix of concern, tinged with anger, MChief  Mullins sent me a Text,, Seems that Mr Lanceheart wad s grilling the girls  while they were on leave..Beth in particular...We are....um...keeping an eye on him..at any rate there is nothing we  can do at the Moment...again..after this actiuon, I may have to take  steps, should our people find anything  ...um...Untowards. I am Greatly surprised he came back after the  incident....in most cases...Lyri would have  just left a body....

 Carry on  Then, Ms  Dalton. I have  some prep to do before  the Pre-launch

In reply to Commander Hack (msg # 64):

Thank you for your time and listening to my ideas, she said.  She moved towards her room and made sure it was sound and secure.  She wondered if Beth had the chance to look over those hack computers, but would wait to hear word for Roy before she'd push the topic.  Being certain that Beth was busy with this upcoming mission, she would not pester the woman.

Security Briefing--->

Irina hurried down the hallway towards her quarters. It was a bit of a surprise seeing the Admiral walking down the hallway with Jesse. The response to step aside, and fire off a smart salute was an almost mechanical reaction long since drilled into her by the core. As Irina approached her quarters, she rounded a corner, and caught sight of Justice. He was clearly giving dictation to his pad, but when she drew close enough to hear he tapered off. Which didn't strike Irina as odd, it was probably just a personal letter. "Comrade," Irina casually offered as she over took PsiOps solider. Another two meters, and she found herself in front of the door to her quarters.

He saw the Admiral and Jesse off down the hall and started again as they were out of ear shot.  “She seems to have a fixation with Spencer.  Possible conflict of interests, and possible risk to mission objectives is his life is at stake.  I do not know her well enough to trust she will not put his life above mission objective as she displayed some rather open affection for him in the meeting.”  He stopped at his door and was going to continue when Irina rounded the corner.

He smiled and nodded to her as she addressed him in a traditional manner for a Russian.  “Corporal, it is good to see you.  Are you in the same hallway?”  He asked looking to see if he could see her name on a door and paused picking it out a few doors down.

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-----> From Mission Briefing

Xyran returned from the hangar area to drop off his suit in his quarters, that's when he spotted Irina in the hallways and greeted her, "Good to see you again"
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"Da, this one here is me," Irina said with a nod towards her door, and began to unlock it. "You really lucked out, these refit rooms are by far the nicest shipboard accommodation I've had. I mean no bunkmates, it's awesome." The door swung open, and the Russian turned to Lanceheart to bid him farewll. Before she could say anything through Xyran walked up still wearing full power armor. "Христу! Comrade aren't you suppose to turn that kind of gear in the armory," Irina said in a tone more fitting a statement then a question. She paused, and leaned back against her door frame. "That, or maybe you already made such a mess in your quarters you need a NBC rated suit to clean it up?" Irina asked as she stroked her chin. She managed a straight face for a moment before finally snicker a little.

In reply to Irina Tatyana (msg # 70):

Xyran threw up his hands in defeat, "I know, i know, but i don't always have time to be back tracking all over the god damn ship ill have to do it after... there is just no time right now... that and its needed for other non combat related duties" It was obvious by the tone of his voice that Xyran was annoyed he really needed to talk to Hack about it at some point cause it was actually rather important to his standard non combat duties, he opened his door which was close by and tossed his stuff inside the room and locked it before he made his way back to her, "We should get going down to the meeting its gonna be starting soonish"
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Hunter emerges hear the two of them, smiles at Irina, and raises his eye brow at his friend in full battle dress, "and they complained I was over dressed when I came and dug you out of trouble"

Xyran narrowed his eyes at Hunter this shit was getting old fast, "Don't start with me Hunter im really not in the mood... it was needed for non combat related purposes and repairs and i didn't have time to get it back to the armory... now im sorry i gotta get going" At this point Xyran was back in standard uniform and no longer in his power armor which hopefully would get people off his ass once and for all.

-----> Back To Mission Room
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In reply to Xyran (msg # 73):
Hunter grins
"Chill friend it was meant in jest, and besides compared with what I was wearing down below you are over dressed."
"Hey and when it comes to combat I hope you are"

"Don't going blowing a valve mister robot-o," Irina said in amusement to the little Occui reaction to all the pestering. "Anyway go on ahead I'll be right behind you." With that she stepped inside her cabin. A few minutes later she emerged, and took up a quick pace as she walked towards the mission brief.

---> Mission brief