Garrat watches closelypaying attention to every word said.  He is far less interested in the disciplin of the errant pilot as he is in the simple peice of equipment in use.  Is it safe to assume he is allowed o watch the entire thing uninterrupted?

 Morris is  doing  paperwork, he is happy to have  some one share time with him.
 he does  shake his ehad, from time to time, as he hears Besserman's voice.

  "Garrat is too busy watching intently but pauses when the boy rescues Hack.  "Okay, that was impressive."  He looks over at the kid busily loading munition rounds, then watches the rest of the video.  Garrat goes back and uses the controls Morris uses to go over combat footage to zoom in and examine the the technics used with the T-rope.  "Captain?  Is there any actual training on this ship for this item? It has a lot of potential uses,"

   Morris chuckled,..the T Rope?... some old schoolers  like  thw Admiral.. and  Maybe  the SGT Major  had some training?.. Shadow, got his trainign  Elsewhere... as the Admiral stated. It was a bit crossroads in training for those who did spec Ops?...  Your Biddy  came down a  Zip line,  while you stoof  on a 3 foot diameter , 30 foot tall  pole.. They held on end og t he T... You waited  to grab the other  as they zipped by.. if you missed.. you did it again...and again, Unitl   you caught it....Then, You had to hang on for the right down..we  lost some folks. broken legs.. arms..backs... even deaths?.. They tossed out the   'Trust exercise'   and soem folks coninued to  use  it.. climing, hiding.. a weapon?.. there are some variations since them, but it is considered a novelity item

   "There are a thousand other uses and exercises for a peice of equipment like that including as a climbing aid and the ability to turn a smoot line into a zip line.

 he  waves a  hand at the Vid,..The Admiral showed some of the  things that can be  done, Depending  on how fancy the rope  is? the T is  either made of Steel  or very  hard  Rope...  some folks  even have Carved  Stone, Don't like the stone myself.. slides  too easy  when you need it to hook...

 ..but?.. You can Blackjack some one.. choke them out.. break a window..  Knock out a light..good  agents found all kinds of uses for it.

A smile Twitches at Garrats lips.  “Agent? I’m beginning to think all of the original members  of this crew are involved in turning out lights.“
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    Morris  smiles, he gets up and shuts the door, though bit  doesn't matter much, when one thinks of the thin metal and Wood that  it is built from.

  He freshens  his tea  and sits  down...When the Hermes and Hades were being Built.. and the Commanders for  those vessels selected.... The hades   had a Captain.. a sea going , Navy captain.. who commanded  an Aircraft carrier as his flagship.. at first, he sailed against the Angels as  was the wont of  all good  little eastern Bloc Types...

 ..The US, England  and Canada put in most of the creds  for  the Hermes.. they also chose a  Commander...a Certain  LT fighter Pilot who was  the fitst to earn his Blue Max, by downing   alien fighters... as opposed  to Mine.. that i earned shooting  down  pitates and  drug lords  and Anti-Angel groups?

 ..This LT  was pormised  the Hermes... and would  get the promtion to Commander.. if he also could put a  team ...a unit... toegther.. that could serve..not just the war  effrot... but.. to protect  Earth, from  certain...allies...

 ..he dug in with a passion....his   second in command....a certain COM Tech who was way off the charts in COM Tech Savvy... A Dec   Commmander.. a  QM.. and even....a rather  useless paperpusher.

 others   were brought in...a certain Female  sniper... a pschopathic  pilot... A Med tech... then.. as the crew  filled out... this commander watched... waited.. and picked..some showed  promise.. some did not... names taken  from 30 or  40 files down the list..all because they showe3d  a spark of what the Commander was looking for?.... Not just  fighting the good fight.... but fighting the good fight to win... stretching rules...breaking them.. and remaking them

 he sips his tea......now? that certain..pperpusher.. frowns on some of those  antics.... but.. he is most porud of the  Ship..and the Commander... and.. Proud to be a part of it....one doesn't  have to  be the person who shut off the lights.... to be able to help shut those lights off... The whole Ship.. the whole fleet is  one big hand.. reaching for the plug..

“Your a fair bit more than a paper pusher young man.”  Garrat teases  “ I wish I could help more, but I’m still under oath with my last place of work

  Morris  nodded as he sipped his  tea. He said,oaths  are important.. elsewise, no one  would accept   or make them?...... In the end? Its what you do... not what you say.

 he  gave his  head a quick shake  as he lifted  his tea cup again,..Like that Vampic?.... The LC doesn't know shes  an APF  member now?... 9 hells shes on the same   living  dec  as him..and you know what the  LC always says.... " I like grudges, carry them all the time...they aren't that heavy"...

 Morris tried to sound  more American then British, ..it didn't work quite well..but the point was made.

   "They will be in time, but he tends to drop them before they get outdated and gain weight.  To complicated to worry about being pissed at something, when he has so many other nice ugly things to rip apart."  Garrat laughs.  "Thanks for the info Captain, it really is good to have your  here.  Now I see some new faces on the mechs team, does it have the same head?"

   Morris  nodded at Garrat   words, then answred his question.

  ..Chief Mrogan was the elad?.. he   stepped  down to allow Kira  to retake her Command  as it were?

  "Good thing I asked then.  If you'll excuse me.  I have some people to talk to about mechs."

   Garrat walks over and looks for both Morgan and Kira.

==========> Flight deck
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Morris , Rivets  from Hanger Dec.<<<<<<<<<<<<<

  Morris  settled into his Desk, Rivets started  water for  tea and a Pot of Coffee.so?..yer gonna  dibve  right  are ye?

 ..Quite.. the war  doesn't car i8f we are on leave or not.. We mustr see to  dealing with thie  Civie  woman... and   two new  Crewman....

 A COM  Text went out  to Gyrisk and  Moray, to report to Captain Mo9rris's Shed.

Gyrisk from Handger Dec.<===================

A 6'1 Sanri entered the SHed, being inquisitive, looking in examination at the different objects inside the room. After a moment, he turned his attention towards the individuals, examining them to see which was the most important.

  Rivets  Motioned to the  Coffee maching and the heated  water....Ye  want some  Coffee.. or  Tea... the red HAired guy said.

  the older black man seated at the other desk  Motioned to a  small fridge...there  is  cold drinks as well as  doughnuts?....

You are   Gyrisk?   a New Tech.... it wasn't a question...we have a Few Sanri On board... the Ambassadors to Sanra  come over  from time to time as well... we had a Sanri  trooper once.. he.... didn't return ...Astra?..I believe...?

 with a nod to teh red Haired man he said...This is CAptain Rivets..he is in charge of the Hanger Dec, and  Hold...; he will be  your  commanding Officer... he was talkign in a crisp  english accent.. Rivets   placed    a teacup and a packet of honey on the saucer .

  I am Captain Washington Morris.. I deal with the  Aircraft  paperwork aas well as the crew..... he looked away from the screen a moment, gave a slight smile, then  went back to the screen.

 we have, as  all Cap ships do... Assault  shuttles.. The teams  we   put in them are selected   by the Admiral, or  the SGT MAj.... you will be assigned to those,  to help keep  the shuttles   running..and.. give them some Tech  expertise    to deal with enemy vessels.. you will..of  course..need to  kill Empire   folk?  I am hoping that won't be a problem?

Gyrisk nods in response, folding his four arms together, the mechanical one giving a few virring noises as it did. "Your orders are my will." He said half sarcastically. He was exaggerating but at the same time meant every word.

Gyrisk had a calming preasence with him, his voice soothing but sounded off to have confidence in it.

  Morrois took  a sip from his tea,, after adding the honey.

 Rivets  nodded again to the machines and sat down  as he pulled  a Viboard over to look at workorders.

 ..yer  gonna be a  Busy land. that's fer certain..we  got some Mechs  hangin'  around that  could use some  work..and  we have a Fighter that needs going over, 'cause the last pilot  died on leave.. we wanna  make sure  the bird  ain't  trapped.

Gyrisk looked down at his mechanical forearm's underside, flipping it towards his face. A blue digital keyboard, small, appears over the underside with a bit of typing from his lower right arm.

His upper hands stayed folded over each other as he speaks, "Busy is what I live for."

He fold his lower hands together after a moment, being a quick typer. "Consider them done." He stated with confidence distinct in his speech.

  Rivets   nodded,..well, take a wee  walk down ta  the  mech  area, she what they have  fer ya..... then you can check the fighter....by that time . more folks should be comin' home an' you can check with the  shuttle jocks, see what they might need... I got  growund crews..but  we never have enough..and them CAts  won't let us near thier  birds...so.. we'll sprinkle  you around  as we need.

Gyrisk gives a final nod and a more symbolic salute than a uniformed one. He wasn't one for such formalities but more of an unspoken state of mutual respect.

He speaks, "Have a good day." as he turns on his heels and heads out of the SHed.

=============> Hanger Dec

  ..Indeed...carry on...

  Rivets  watches hism go and takes a sip of his   Coffee, . gives a  shake of his ehad  and  starts  sorting  work orders by ..HIS...view of importance.

--> Med bay #3

Having reached here given some good folk, and the general layout of the ship, he had started looking for who had called comms for him. He didn't know anyone really at this point that talked with the voice he had heard over them, so hoped he might have some clue here. That he could use to identify who contacted him.

  The guard  at   Morris's  shed .  Allowed   Oilver  to pass.  An Oldr looking balck man  sat at  a tesk, his tunic stright and  neat, Sam Browne  belt  polished  and    wings on his  chest.

  ..ahhh..  MT !  Moray.... welcome, sorry in wasn;t  here to greet you...Shore leave and all that..... I am the Adjutant here.. now..Looking at  your     files  here..  You'll be serving under Lt   Simons... she's.... tough..and that's no mistake.

  ..help yourself  to   coffee?..teas..doughnut..some cold drink in the   fridge....

 now...  MT Moray?..how are you about  going on away missions?...  You'll be tasked  with  healing... and  fighting.. there is no such thing as a Non Combatant  on the Hermes?

Sorry Sir, But I'm going to have to beg to differ on the last point. But, I'm completely fine with going on away missions to assist my fellow troops. I'm unwilling to permanently harm anyone. I take my medical assignment very seriously, and wouldn't dream of doing anything more than temporarily incapacitating a man.  Oliver moray says, as he decides to grab a doughnut, and coffee. He ate the doughnut by dipping it into the coffee to sweeten, and flavor the coffee, and since he did it since he was pretty young when he used to dunk a lot of things into drinks after discovering the joys of cookies dipped into milk.