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Milo nods. "Yes, indeed! Milo Hatch at your service. Good to meet you." He offers up his hand to Meltyris, then stands close to allow you to take the requested picture. He then looks at Meltyris and asks, "You are a Beta driver, right? I wonder if we'll be a paired flight element? I also wonder what kind of people we'll have for the rest of our squad?" He reaches down and picks up his duffel bag and tosses it over his shoulder, hoofing along after Mike."Milo was it? Come closer I want a picture." a tablet seemingly appeared out of nowhere in the male's hands, a mischevious smile one would never think a zentraedi could make appeared.
As you head along into the ship, there are six guards in armor checking Id's and answering questions, directing new crew members in the right direction. The woman in front of Mike as you ask your question is a fresh-faced Corporal with a friendly smile and the name Koontz on her chest. "Welcome aboard the Arwyn, sir. The first person you'll want to see is the ship's Chief of the Boat, Chief Moira Ellis. She can be found on the Command Deck, up one level." As she talks, she takes your Id card and examines it carefully, then does the same for Meltyris and Milo, using the computer to verify your hand prints. "Sirs, the guards on the Command Deck will want to see your Id's, so you may want to keep them out. Chief Ellis will have your bunk assignments waiting for you, then you can go see the CAG, Commander Douglas Franz. He will have your squadron info you." Corporal Koontz hands each of you your Id's back, and points over to a nearby bank of elevators.It wasn't long before their shuttle finished it's short, slow transit across the starry sea that separated the two UEEF vessels. Yet, he disembarked with anxious purpose, already eager for his next assignment. "Alright, I'm supposed to have three new pilots around here somewhere." Upon retrieving his belongings he looked to the nearest staffer of the Arwyn and simply made his inquiry directly. "I've been assigned new soldiers to my squadron. Rico, O'Brien, and Jandra. Got any directions to help a disoriented jarhead friend?"
When Mike finds the COB, she is a middle-aged woman with dark hair and slim figure, set off by the sight of her packing a laser pistol on her side. She is currently set up in a conference room with a half dozen aides, all working to process the paperwork of about four dozen transfers onto the ship. The Chief turns to the three of you and gives a polite smile. "Welcome aboard, sirs! I am Chief of the Boat Moira Ellis, otherwise known as the COB, or just Chief Ellis. Call me Corn COB and you'll find my revenge is a horrible thing to behold. Anyhoo, it is my job to keep everything on the Arwyn running smooth for Capt. Blaine. If you need anything, I am the problem solver of the ship. And speaking of Capt. Blaine, he makes a point of addressing all the transfers on the ship. Go ahead and hand me your data tablets with your orders, have a seat, and relax until the Captain comes in. Once he's done addressing the crew, I'll have your room assignments ready to pick up.""Many thanks Corporal. We'll be on our way." Mike dismisses the guard with a snappy salute and steps forward to the elevator and waits for those in his unit to catch up. Once they reach the command deck with his identification credentials still loose and handy he looks for signage or directions to where he was supposed to go. Upon each of the personnel he encountered he looked for the tag Ellis or the chief's insignia anywhere about her person.
"Chief. First Lieutenant McGregor reporting in. I was told at the landing you were the one to get us situated. Other than our papers, anything you need from us?" He said in a friendly tone despite the formalities of it all. He may technically outrank NCOs, but these people knew the ship and it's nuances better than he. The more people he left a pleasant impression with, the better by his reckoning.