Well here comes the Captain thought Forlin as he sat eating the green slop. It reminded him of an off color split pea soup that was far thicker than it needed to be. Forlin raised a hand to wave at he Capt. but he was already in mission mode and completely ignored his presense. Oh well he thought.<br/><br/>Finishing his bowl of slop and downing his coffee he headed for the showers, the line should be down by now. Arriving through the cryo chamber he saw two people kneeling on the floor, the doc and a... doc. The irony was a little funny at the time but not great. He turned and stepped into the lavatory and found an open shower stall. Keeping his shorts on he stepped in and turned the shower on basking in the warmth of the water. Cleaning off the now semi-dry cryo paste from his hair and body and his shorts he remained and let the water run over him for a few more minutes. Shutting off the water and stepping out he grabbed a towel and walked to the 'locker room' least that's what he considered it. Now completely dried he started pulling on his armored uniform that many would say is overdue for a change out. He ran over the different systems installed on it, as a scout he had a few extra wiggits due to his job mostly for hazmat since the risk of a scout finding a hazardous local was higher than the standard grunt. All systems checked; he put on the helmet, which he avoided when he could, and ensured that the hud was talking to the other systems on the suit and checked the optics, another feature near exclusive to scouts and high ranking officers. It was basically binoculars that were installed within the helmet. All checked and he removed the helmet put it back in the locker and pulled out 'Little Kisses.'