Jesse had wander aimlessly or without much intent back to her quarters.  Entering the room, she looked at the scattered mess on the floor.  An empty box reminding her of events just a few days ago, clothes from that same day.  She gave a long sigh.  She looked at other things that she'd brought aboard from Earth.  She found a chair, probably the most uncomfortable thing on board the ship and slumped herself down in it.

So many memories, she thought to herself.  And no liquor to sleep it off.

Jesse had zoned out.  The arm was numb, but her thoughts werent even if her emotions were.  The COM text buzzed alerting her but took her what seemed like several minutes to knock herself free of her trance.  She batted her eyes briefly at the text and nodded.  She looked about her room in a different form of thought and replied.

It might be good to get out of her current train of thoughts, then again, it might add more fuel to the fire.  Regardless, Roy wanted her by his side and she was happy to oblige.  Even with the current ebb and flow of thoughts in her head, being near him again may put some ease back into her mind and restless soul.

She stood up to shower, and find something of dressy appeal for the occasion.  Knowing this was of official business, she'd tone it down some, but not too much.  She did want to look very nice for Roy if for no one else.

Jesse had showered quickly and in the process had her hair in curls as she showered letting the humidity of the shower add to the bounce and mass of curls in her hair.  She knew automatically what dress she wanted to wear and quickly gathered herself, dressed and placed her shoes on.  She was not one to linger and tarry around.  Looking herself in the mirror before she exited her room, she pulled out the chinese sticks from her hair and her curls fell down her back.  She gave a solemn smile and exited her quarters to go towards the OC.

>>towards OC

After returning to his room and changing out of his dress clothes, Richard sat on his bed and tried to think of his best plan of action. After a good amount of time, he opened up some things to read on his datapad and fell back unto his pillow, making himself more comfortable as he read. He wasn't there long until he started to want to get up. He was comfortable enough, but he just didn't want to lay around at the moment. With an exasperated sigh, Richard got up and, after making sure he was dressed well enough to walk around, headed for the Rec Dec.


--->To Rec Dec.

--> from hanger

Tanaka took a while getting to her room after getting lost for about 15 minutes. after finding it she immediately threw all her stuff that was not lab equipment onto her bunk. she looked at one of her bags which had a pair of black boots peeking out.

in Japanese:soon, ill be able to be more comfortable she said promising herself hoping to loose the lab coat soon. she then set a homing beacon on her bed and brought her wrist up to her mouth reveling a 2in by 3in pad.

in Japanese: Echo, save beacon location and mark it as "my room"

the device responded Yes Miss Tanaka, "My room" is now on file. your vital signs indicate you are stressed. could I interest you in one of your favorite songs? it said in a convincing mature female voice.

Not right now, I have things to do.then as suddenly as she came in she left searching around for the Tech lab.

  an Orderly stopped and watched and  she shook her head,...I am sorry Ma'am?..but you have the wrong Dec...Your Unifrom says your are an LT?..You are the Next dec up.....I can show  yuou, if you would like?

In reply to Emiko (msg # 156):

oh? sorry ive been riding with military personel to get here for a while, forgive my confusion, and your assistance would be most greatful. as she reloaded her quadrupeds robot her face turned red from a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation to get settled in. When fully packed she gestured for the orderly to lead the way.

<<From Fuji:

Jesse had took the airtaxi home relatively quietly.  She credited the guy and headed directly aboard Hermes to her quarters.  She got in and stood against the door in a thoughtful silence before she slumped herself in a chair.

She'd thought over a lot of what Roy had said and she'd not given a second thought about.  Even if she was under a pseudo-name, any one with some security clearance and the know how could find out her real name and make her a target.  She was really going to have to reconsider that option of enlisting.

Secondly, she pulled up a COM and inquired about security combat seminars, enhanced hand-to-hand courses, and extra time on the marksmanship range.  She wanted to know when, where, and who would be doing each so that she could get in some extra training.  She would start on whichever one was first.

She looked down at her arm and considered what Roy had said about disobeying a direct order when she'd gotten hurt.  With her mind being else where, she needed to restructure her thinking and focus on her intent and goal.  She first needed to see how she could get a hold of her father and mother's official documents and personal information without it being directed at her.  She was going to have to ask around...Roy being one of those once they got back aboard Hermes.  He'd probably be the first to know.

Jesse had laid down for a while and took a quick nap.  When she woke up, she promptly dressed in some form fitting clothes for working out.  She'd pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail and gathered her bag which held her weapons and a few other items she wished to bring with her.

She'd head to Med Lab to have her arm examined and bandaged up if needed for what she was going to be doing.

>> med lab

<----From Rec Dec

Richard entered the quarters and went back to his room, where he started reading some recent news and reports. He still felt kind of bad about leaving the others at Fuji, so he made a mental note to make it up to them later. Well, after he came up with a believable excuse for his actions, of course. He couldn't have them thinking he ditched them out of malice, and he doubted they would like the excuse that he got bored.

(In non flex time)

Xyran had slept for about an hour or two after getting back from Fuji before waking up, even if it wasn't a restful nap he still managed to sit up on the side of his bed his expression showed fatigue and frustration but he knew he had to get motivated thier was things to get done before they reached Astra and time just wasn't on his side.

So he got up and got to work, first order of business was to try out his new weapons he purchased.

-----> To Black Hanger
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ESN 1002 FUJI #2 ---> Non-Com Quarters

Irina flopped down on her bed. Today really hadn't gone that well. Justices death, and Malron getting away weighed heavily on her. Making matters worse she wasn't even drunk anymore, and she'd done her best to burn down one of her favorite bars on Fuji. She need a pick me up. Leaning over the edge of the mattress Irina opened one of the draws under her bunk. After a moment of rummaging around in her sock drawer she pulled out a pair of very special socks. From the two socks she produced a kilo of high explosive. She cradled the plastique explosive against her chest like it was a child. This was way under regulation. Explosives like this where suppose to be used, or returned to the quarter master. You weren't suppose to merely report them as used, and then smuggle them back to your cabin. The feeling of the explosive against her skin filled her with warm glow. She had to bite her lip as she thought about just what exactly a Kilo of C-10 could do. Right then Irina really couldn't have given two shits what she was suppose to do with high explosives after a mission.

For a long time she just lay there enjoying the feeling of explosives against her skin. After a while she finally sat up, and regarded the plastique more carefully. Curious she closed her eyes, and ran one of her metal fingers across the tacky substance. Suddenly her mouth was filled with a sweet tangy taste. This was the first time she had really tried out this feature of her new hand. It was a little disconcerting. Despite knowing the taste had nothing to do with her mouth she couldn't stop rolling her tongue around. She tried to stop, and instead focused on manipulating the explosive in her hand. As her fingers shifted the material around there where subtle changes in the taste. Irina opened her eyes, and frowned. This was all C-10, and thus should all have a uniform taste. Unless maybe it was decomposing into something less stable maybe? No. The environment in her cabin wasn't extreme enough to cause that.

Irina picked up a nearby data pad. After taking a moment to sync it with the hand she studied the numbers, and graphs splayed across the screen. It took her a few moments to get a grasp of the data, but finally she realized what was happening. She had cobbled this kilo together a little bit a time. The slight variations between the batches was what she had been tasting. Irina was pleasantly surprised. She hadn't expected to be able to get that much detail. Glancing down at her hand Irina saw that the plastique had become a strange cone shape. An thought occurred to her, and she couldn't help but laughing.

Hopping of her bead Irina took a moment to light a stick of incense. Then wandered over to her desk, and cleared a small work space. She went to work kneading the plastique into shape. Over the next half hour, using her right hand as much as possible, she molded the explosive into a miniature mushroom cloud. Well if she was honest with herself it look more mushroom than cloud. Still flexing her metal hand Irina felt real satisfaction with what she had done. Certainly more then she got from flipping blank pages in a book. She might just have to take this up as a hobby. For now thought she was content to sit there just studying her crude sculpture. Long after the incense stick had burned out she reached out, and smashed the cloud flat.

She set about tidying up, and soon had the C-10 back in it's hiding spot in her sock draw. That done Irina went to her bathroom to wash her hands. It wouldn't do to walk around the ship with her hands still smelling heavily of explosives. As she dried her hands though Irina's attention focused on the word pain tattooed across the fingers of her left hand. She grimaced as she looked at her pristine metal hand. This just wasn't going to do anymore. Slipping on a fresh shirt she set out to find Xyran, and a metal etcher.

Non-Com Quarters ---> Tech Lab

>>from field...gym


Jesse had traipsed back to her quarters quickly, and rather aggravated.  She felt like she hadn't learned anything at all.  She'd threw her stuff into the comfyness of the chair at the entrance and did the same with her body on the bed.

Sleep, maybe that is what she needed, she thought to herself.  Though she was laying down, she was far from tired or sleepy.  She tossed and turned and ended up staring at the ceiling for what seemed like forever.  She never feel asleep.

Jesse couldn't rest.  She was anxious, aggravated, but mainly not sleepy.  Getting up, she semi-geared up.  Not her normal combat suit, just casual attire, she slipped on her back sheath with katana and headed out of her quarters to roam around.

>> to Rec Dec

From Mission 3

Koos stopped a pace outside Irina's barracks, he wasn't going to disturb all her room-mates for the sake of finding her, and nodded to the tech sgt nearest the door. "Sarge. Irina here?"

  The   Man looked  down the Line of doors,..everyone has thier  own  rooms , since the refit...you'd have to knock? she  shrugs  and continues  down the hall.

Koos blinked surprise, then checked the list at the head of the corridor for Irina's room. Stopping outside the door, his hand came up, fell to his side, came up again, paused, then finally knocked.

The knocking is quickly answered by Irina's voice booming through the door, "Da, just a second!" There is a dull thud, and for a few moments Koos is left just standing in the hallway. Then finally the door swings open to reveal Irina. The tiny marine is only half dressed. While she is still wearing her pants, and combat boot. Only a sports bra keeps her modest above the waist. In the room beyond Koos can see a scattering of armor plates, and assorted combat gear. Upon seeing The massive Afrikaner Irina lights up. She grabs Koos's collar, and yanks him down so she can give him a proper kiss. Pulling back Irina gives him a sly little smile. "Hi," She says calmly as she smooths out his collar. "I wasn't expecting you so soon. Come on in." Without waiting for a reply she turns around, and marches back into her room.

Koos returned the kiss with interest, then followed Irina into her room, closing the door behind him.

Irina takes a seat by what passes as a desk in the cramped quarters. "I was about to hit the shower. Figured we could hit the Rec Deck," She explains as she pulls off her boots. Leaning back in her chair Irina takes a cigarette from the ash tray where it's sitting, and inhales deeply. "Unless maybe there was some else you wanted to do..."

"I could think of a few things" Koos replied. "But there is no harm in being sociable after. How about I wash your back?"

Irina cocked her head back, and laughed. It wasn't until later when the two where entwined on the bed that there was a use for words. She was resting her head on Koos's chest listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart when she with out preamble she asked, "So are you ever going to ask me about Scarborough, or can we just pretend it never came up?"

Koos's big paw traced delicate circles in the sweat on Irina's back. "That's up to you. If you want to talk about it you have my support, but if you don't, God knows there are things that I would rather forget."

Irina picks her head up off of Koos chest so she can look him in the eyes. "I don't doubt you have your painful memories darling," She says while gently stroking the burns on his face with her left hand. "It's sweet how you're always so considerate. I think that's one of the reasons I fell in love with you. I don't want to talk about this, but I don't want to risk letting it fester either. I mean honestly you're not upset I didn't tell you?"

Koos kissed the top of Irina's head, thinking about it. He didn't think he was that considerate. He knew what it was like to be forced to re-live the horrors in your head by someone who thought it was for your own good, he was just being sensible. Considerate was for little things, serious stuff you got right every time or you died, or at least wished you had.

"Upset? You make it sound like some dirty secret. Honey, remember where I came from. I was a Rubble Rat. As far as we are concerned, getting sent to Scarborough was a badge of honor. It meant that you had annoyed the skinke enough for them to want to get rid of you. We never fooled ourselves you know. We knew what we were. We were an irritant. A dirty spot in their shiny new One World. They could live without our recources, okay not the platinum, and they could live without our industy, okay not after the Freedom Rising, but hell, you know what I mean. At best we slowed them down a little, and killed some of their expendable patsies. Not a single skink in South Africa, not after the Bloem Vaporisation, we were killing humans. Scarborough meant that the New Tyrants had noticed you, that you had at least put them in a bad mood."