"Oh I've always been Harry, It's only my last name I changed...though it's sweet of you to say so Gar" Harry replied with chuckle as she followed the others to the back of the Quartermaster's Lockers "I mainly did it to put some distance between who I was and who I am now...that and I'd rather Daddy didn't find me just yet" she continued before then placing her card into the indicated slot and walking inside.

---> Black Hangar

In reply to Alex (msg # 782):

"Yeah, Just gotta go collect my weapons and I can hit the sack. Thanks for everything. I think I'll leave the suit here." Alexander says as he exits the suit of armor. It felt just right, which is always a good thing. If you were going to be wearing the suit for at least an hour, then you wanted the blasted thing to be as comfortable as possible. Alexander then left the cage to go collect his weapons, before he hit the hay.

  The  rifle  and side arm  came  without a case,  but  was a box of   Hard Ammo rounds  and  two spare Mags. The  Rifle   had  two power cells.

 ..Though you  may already Know this..you'l have out lets  dedicated to Power  cell  charging..they are the Red  Ones .. never  try to charge  more then  two at a time...  then the Blade  was slid across the  Cage  door opening  with its sheath

   Garrat comes out of the black hanger and notes Alex  checking in. "Another recruit!" Garrat offers a handclasp "Welcome on board Sir."

---> Hangar Dec

Limping into the Quartermasters, Harry would slowly make her way through the stores in search of the items she needed to paint her fighter. It was as she was throwing a pair of overalls over her shoulder that she would notice Garrat talking to a guy she didn't recognise, though seeing as she was still relatively new to the Hermes that wasn't overly surprising. Deciding to leave them to it for the time being at least Harry would instead awkwardly crouch down to sort through the box of spray cans she'd found in search of the colours she needed for her design, giving a pained hiss as she did so, hoping that Stefi was right and that her leg would recover by tomorrow and she'd be able to do some combat training in the hope that she wouldn't get stabbed a second time!

need a hand there Harry?

With a trio of spray cans, tucked under her arm along with a roll of masking tape and a brush, Harry would look up as the large warrior approached her "A lift up would be great" she with a wan smile, holding out her free arm so that he could pull her back up into a standing position.

Once she was back on her feet she'd hobble the short distance to weapons bench to stash her finds before then retrieving the two small tins of paint she'd seen whilst she was down their "Stefi's put me on light duties so I'm adding a little artwork to the Bee...might spray my flight whilst I'm at it" she explained before offering him a mischievous smile "I'm surprised to see you here, I'd have thought you'd have been with that lovely Angel Lady friend of yours!" she chuckled as she embarked upon the challenge of climbing into the overalls she'd found, quietly glad that she'd gone for a size too big.

    Garrat gives her a hand up, "Goodness knows I could use the company but I think she want's to take it slow.  Angels have a lot of time to be patient, it's part of what makes some of them complacent."

    Garrat shrugs "besides, I'm what the ground pounders call a tank, heavy armor, and heavy guns.  I built my armor and need to pop in now and then to help with the repairs though they have an excellent team here."

    Garrat looks at what she has "Nose art huh?  I'll look forward to seeing what you come up with."

"Yeah me too...the closest I've come to art is sketching a few tattoos So it'll be interesting to see what I turn out" she said whilst zipping up her overalls "...And don't you let her take things too slowly alright, else your liable forget about one another...or wind up in the friend zone" she said with a smile before turning to gather up her collection of art supplies in such a way as she could still use her crutch. She could probably walk without it but didn't want to risk Stefi's wrath by not doing so and damaging her leg again, Nine Hell's she'd probably cut it off!

   "Oh no, that friend zone is a scary place."  Garrat says just a little dryly but also with a little true worry in his voice.  "Your probably right.  I should check in with her before I go see the Ancient."

    Garrat get's on his com. "Ma-Ti, what are you up to?"

  Ma-Ti's  COM  Beeps  that  she is Unable to answer  now, due to  operational duties.

  "Well I guess that's that.  Catch you latter Harry."

"Sure thing Gar, have a good un" Harry cheerfully responded with a smile as she bid her friend farewell. With her collection of art supplies gathered together she would follow Garrat out of the Quartermaster's stores and head for her Bee.

---> Hangar Dec

  <<< from shed

    Tapping on the Cage , The  Seaman lookedup at Shadow and smiled, but the smile  went away as she  saw the red Unifrom.

   Dixie handed her the  paper from Morris.

  ..she's flyign with us..now?

  ..until she  gets  shot  down....

 The seaman   took the papers  and  went in the back.

 ..I suppsoe  I  will be Unwelcome here  for a while....

 ..you might never be.... Damn  EVOLs, EDT?... the whore LAdy V?... You'er gonna have to  show  you are  good at your job... and ..not afraid to  do it...


  The Seaman  came  out with  two uniforms and an envirosuit.. she  scanned  Dixie to make sure the name was right.. then went back in the cage...


  ..I'll have  your weapons sent to your quarters  from SEC

   then, he  led her towards the elevator...He stopped and Pointed to the Nova , now 139.....That's your  Ride.... M flight. Lt Foster...damn good man.. you  cross him.. i kill you, if he doesn't.

  The  continued  on their way..

>>>>>>>>>>>>  Offcier's  Quarters.

Nikki made her way to the QM first after returning from Delta night.  After greeting the on duty person she began to make her 'collection'.  Checking her Pulse rifle and extra ammo cells, the remaining grenades, Hard ammo rifle and extra ammo.  All gained from the mission.  She also requested a new dress uniform since her old one now had various bloodstains on it that, lets face it...even in the future would not come out in the wash.  She pulled her old one out to show the blood and removed the decoration pins off of it (insignia and awards, things that can be affixed to a new uniform), she did keep the vampric weapon with her.  She also put in a request for her billet, a bunk bed to be put in.  Since her other envirosuit was still aboard she had no problem tossing this one when she got back to her quarters

Paperwork done and in she moved on to her next destination.  Medlab.

==> Medlab

[From the Hangar]

Teela checked in her grenades, heavy pulse rifle with extra power cells, her new sidearm and magazines as well as the other various and sundry gear she had pulled for the evening before setting aside the weapons she always carried whilst on board. "The armour all shows green as far as integrity goes but I was almost blown up by the LC so it needs a cleaning. I can bring it by after doing that or drop if off now if you prefer."

Once she had dropped off what needed dropped off she decided to stop by the RecDec for a bite and a drink.

[To the RecDec]

Roy walked up, presenting the key-card for his private locker.  "There's a sniper rifle in there...the one from Etna, Italian-made...I need it, and fifty rounds of ammo for it, if we've got any..."

  The  window  Clerk ran through  the   Vidboard  and says,... we got  475 right now... QM  sent the specs  for the rounds to Tech folks, they make some when they have time


  Bringing a  Hermes Ammo  carton out, the other clerk puts it on the cage  window,there's  40 there?.. I can get you another Box?.. or  loose  ones, if you  want?

 depending on the answer,  they will fill out his request.

Roy grinned.  "I'm repackaging them, anyway...ten loose rounds won't be much of a fuss for me.  Although, honestly speaking, if I need more than forty rounds, then I'm using the wrong rifle."  He'd considered taking the Kalashnikov...but it tended to convey that he was looking for a fight, where he was looking to end a lot of fights before they ever started, and that would attract attention he didn't want.

  ..Right then  SGT MAJ..   one box  it is..good  Hunting... wonder if you can eat anything  you shoot in those  parks they have ?

 The other   Clerk looks at the one   speaking , then looks away shaking her  ehad.

Roy grinned darkly.  "I'm not planning on shooting anything I'd want to eat...but I'm sure some of my targets would eat me, given the chance..."  He nodded at the other clerk, then gathered up his ammo.  A trip back to Security to get a vest and load the pockets with ammo, and a quick change of clothes into some nondescript BDUs over an enviro suit, and he was ready to go, flagging down a car to take him to the commercial docks...

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> From Rec Dec

It took a little longer then usual to find the QM's locker but with Finnes help finds it in decent time, "Yeah im still a little rusty" he says to Finnes before making his way up to the QM's cage, "Hello friend long time no see, was wondering if any of my equipment survived when they brought me in earlier, name is Xyran"

 They passed the   rows of  Fighters  and  the  ..relative  empty spot   where shuttles   would  land.. Xy got to see the  new  'Stoly Duces" with Bubble   guns  on the top and both sides.... 'jaw like" ramp  in the rear

 The cage clerk looked up,..welcome.. I'm sorta  new , transferred in after Aqra.. the guy before  me  got killed in  a boarding action.

 There is a Bit of  a Grunt  as   a taller  Fellow came acound the  Corner of the cage,..I'll be bloody damned... Xyran?... Thought ye  retired  and got  a little place out tehre one one of them moons.. catching them little   blue  fish and  cooking up clams...

   he  offers  a HAnd, as he Looks  at Finnes,

  ..the Corporal is   trying to get his  bearings... Hector pilots   found  his   shuttle and brought him in.. only one alive  on the  thing.

 The QM  nods a bit,we don't have  Much of yer  stuff.. we send alot of in on  when you got sent out?... But.. new or old, we gotta get you fittedd  for an Enviro suit.. lets go...

Xyran chuckled as he shook his hand, "The day i retire will be the day you send my body into the black." upon hearing that most of his stuff was gone/unusable he simply shrugged, "It was worth a shot at least not a big deal in the grand scheme of things" he said as he followed to get himself fitted for the new environmental suit.