A military transport docked at bay six at station 38 of the Corone system. Aboard were the usual shift of soldiers to relieve the security detail for the next six months, mechs, doctors and experts needed for consultation. Everything you'd expect. The ship could currently be viewed being scanned from the outside, as was regular procedure. A man standing in the passenger station with the rest of the soldiers becomes the main point of interest. He is tall and fair, blonde hair in a crew cut atop his head.  His gray eyes were droopy and bored looking. He had been standing holding a support handle over his head for about three hours now. Suddenly he spoke up, much to the surrounding grunt's surprise.<br/><br/>"You know, seeing as there's about a thousand tons worth of weaponry onboard this transport, it's kind of pointless to scan. What are they going to look for out of the ordinary?" He began to mock a radio conversation by putting his hand over his mouth to muffle his speach. "'Yeah frank i noticed you brought a bag of chips in the fuselodge. I'm afraid that's against the rules I'm going to have to ask you turn your three million rounds of ammunition and battle ready soldiers around.'" The men chuckled at the joke and the cabin door hissed with release of air. It opened and light from the docking bay flooded the cabin. A few rows of guys stepped out into the zero gravity, mechanics and security wearing magnetic boots ushering their arrival. Polished floors, cielings, and walls were Gallan's first welcome before he went out into the field again, which he preferred. Spec Ops allowed him closer to a normal life than you'd expect, experiencing different cultures from acrossed the galaxy.<br/><br/>He grabbed his dufflebag from the floor and made the familiar push out of the artificial gravity of the ship and into the antigrav, acrossed the room to a corridor opening. He flashed his clearance ID to a guard with a smile, matching it's picture perfectly and continueing his path. Finally he landed back into the station's artificial gravity field at the start of the corridor and began to strut. He was wearing a pair of well fitted khaki slacks and a black V neck shirt tucked into his pants with a brown leather belt.<br/><br/>He made his way following the signs the the lower section of the ship. When the express elevator stopped at the research level he smiled. He was supposed to pick up a new experimental weapon today. Give it a field test on his next mission. If all went well Gallan was going to be it's first operator. He had no idea what it was exactly. It's file said it had radioactive properties, S class danger level. It was unclear as to what exactly the weapon was, however. Gallan was eager to find out. He stepped out into the hall and an attractive, pale woman in a lab coat greeted him.<br/><br/>"'Ello! You must be Agent Botrum." She said with a smile and a charming irish accent. Gallan nodded with a smile.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet ya'. Shall we doctor?" He said in a question, so as to inquire the woman's name.<br/><br/>"Oh, ah, Rose. Dr.Rose," she replied, a little sheepish.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=98304">@Shadow_Heart</a>