<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/abPLVVi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>LCDR Hana Duet<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Marcenas</em>Primary Briefing Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Duty Uniform<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Duet paused at the front of the briefing room, the light of holographic asteroids reflecting off her eyes as she cast her gaze across those assembled.  She nodded in acknowledgement of Ensign Ihlefeld's statement, and it appeared there were no questions.<br/><br/>"Alright.  Dismissed," the XO stated, then turned her attention to the pinkheaded operations tech.<br/><br/><div align="center">***************</div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/C5c42Kp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sgt. Chloe Summers<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Marcenas</em>Primary Briefing Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Duty Uniform<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Chloe kept her jaw tight during the briefing; it was the only way she knew to keep her excitement at bay (a skill she learned the hard way during Boot).  But once the XO called the session to an end, she couldn't help but let the corner of her lips curl a bit.  "Time to get to work," she mused as she stood and joined the procession exiting the briefing room.<br/><br/>The walk (and float) to the starboard hanger was an uneventful one -- she didn't even have to bother JJ for directions.  As long as she knew were to find her bunk, mess, head and hanger, she was good.<br/><br/>A few minutes after slipping into the starboard lockers, Chloe reemerges floating out into the hanger dressed in her flight suit and tugging the gloves for good measure.<br/><br/>She pushes off the rail and glides up towards UNIT-06's face, her assigned mobile suit, and calls to a pair of mechanics perched on its scaffold.  "Don't worry, boys.  I'll take good care of her."<br/><br/>