<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/vanya.jpg)</div>Location: The Coolant Leak.<br/><br/>"Leaving the philosophical question aside: What is more valuable to society - an untrained stripling freezing up the first time a live weapon is discharged in his general direction, or a full trinary of qualified warriors being wiped out in the field because said stripling never experienced live fire until being deployed?" Ivan grumbled. Value life too much, indeed. "Ah, Commander, this brings up a point. Where /am/ I to report for berthing, and how do I get there? My escorts dropped me off here with no more word than to report to you."<br/><br/>Location: Bastion / Galley<br/><br/>WIth training scheduled for six in the morning, Ivan was out of bed half an hour before that to check on the local coffee and breakfast facilities. Training to him meant a grueling day, so he prepared for it with a bowl of granola for immediate energy, and a substantial sandwich to keep him for however long Ranna was planning to run them. He was careful to be on time, at the appointed location and saluted the officer. "Morning, Ma'am." He greeted the Captain. "Good morning, Cass. Time to see how this pack trains?"