<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UdpCi.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ariel Cohen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7350691#msg7350691)<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Security<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dormitory, Command Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Ariel hears the Captain and heads towards the dormitories. As she does she hears the guards conversing behind her. Professional, good spirits, an excellent start. She arrives at her room, a few others filtering past her towards their quarters and other parts of the ship.<br/><br/>Ariel sets down her duffel, pulling from it her tablet. The room appears spartan, unfurnished but for a few light fixtures and the odd latches set into the back wall of the ship. She flicks on one of the lights and undoes a latch, unfolding a small desk. She sets down her tablet, propping it on its collapsible kickstand. Ariel presses a button and speaks.<br/><br/>"Music, something quiet, moderate tempo."<br/><br/>The tablet beeps acknowledgement, and music (http://youtu.be/g3eB5ZpSqVM) fills the room. Ariel opens another latch, and a larger unit slides out, a merger of cot and trunk. She tests the thin mattress and breathes a sigh of relief. Space age foam, extremely soft. She undoes a catch on the side and lifts the mattress, revealing the large storage compartment beneath. She performs a cursory check of her gear. Uniform, spare clothes, gun case, e-safe, amunition boxes, weights, resistance bands, foam pillow, spare sheets, everything appears to be in place. She tests the lock on the gun case. Her rifle is secure. She opens the safe, and quickly stows the contents of her duffel bag. Secure.<br/><br/>Ariel closes the bed over the trunk and pushes them both back into the ship. She pulls the latch by the desk, and slides out a small bench, also with a storage compartment underneath. She unlatches the seat and checks her small stash underneath. A few bottles of wine rattle, tucked next to them are some bars of chocolate. If she has a portion of chocolate with a glass of wine every five months, these supplies will last the whole trip. She latches the top and pushes the bench back into the wall.<br/><br/>"Stop music," Ariel says. The jazz stops, and Ariel takes another sweeping glance at her room.<br/><br/>"Seven years is a long time."<br/><br/>She exits, shutting the door behind her and returning to the command room. She takes a seat near the wall, and settles in for a wait. Hopefully after introductions she can explore the rest of the ship, get a feel for her new home.