Re: CASAR: Main Office Lobby.
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.