<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/abPLVVi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>LCDR Hana Duet<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Starboard Hanger<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Duty Uniform under Normal Suit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>JJ, Open<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><strong>"Good evening, Ma'am."</strong><br/><br/>Hana looked up from her pad and acknowledged the pilot's presence.  "Mister Jackson."  She nodded and lowered the pad from her eyes.  The gate was open and ramp lowered, not that it served much of a purpose in the limited gravity of Ceres but cleared the way for the cargo shuttles and personnel carriers gliding in.<br/><br/>"Big plans for Piazzi?" she asked casually while she waited for the new arrivals to get fixed in.  "I'm sure you have a little R&R built up."<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/C5c42Kp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sgt. Chloe Summers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Starboard Hanger<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Duty Uniform under Normal Suit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Chloe sat in the rear of a windowless shuttle, both sides lined with EFSF personnel.  Her duffel was securely strapped in beneath a seat that was clearly not designed with comfort in mind and her eyes stayed fixed on a red light illuminated over the craft's rear door.  She hated waiting, and that seemed to be all she had done over the last few days.  Waiting for transport off Texas.  Waiting on the flight to Piazzi.  Waiting for the arrival of the<em>Marcenas</em>.<br/><br/>Waiting is the<em>fucking worst</em>.<br/><br/>She couldn't get her ass off the plank fast enough when the light turned from red to green.  A few swift tugs to the bindings over her duffel and she was pushing off from the shuttle's door, floating briefly into the hanger before her smartboots detect the hull and pull her down to the floor.<br/><br/>"Welcome aboard the<em>Ricardo Marcenas</em>," an ensign said dryly as bodies began to float out of the newly arrived shuttles.  "Toes on the line, everyone," he pointed to a long green stripe painted on the hanger's floor.  "Queue up and we'll get you processed as quickly as possible."<br/>