[Education roll:  The contract seems on the up and up, and has financial backing from a large bank in the Darian Systems (not unheard of to go through an outside party for the bond--it gives the Imperial or Sector governments plausible deniability.  (Think Swiss banking here.))<br/><br/>Investigation roll:  Interesting.  You'll be subject to regular blood tests for a series of quasi-illegal and illegal drugs.  Normally that's just boilerplate, but there's some drugs on there you've never heard of.  Also, there's a form that you have to sign that states you have not been in the Federation of Arden in the last year, have no close relatives who live there, and have no personal acquaintances there.  Finally, part of the post mission health care clause allows for very broad physical and mental care, if required.<br/><br/>For purposes of this RP, want to just say that she meets all the "don't know nothing about no Ardenites" clauses?<br/><br/>Want to give me a Medical Roll (plus education) for the odd drugs?  It will be a more difficult roll...  *evil laugh*]<br/><br/>The contract and forms were easily handled, and seemed straightforward.  After the handshake, the Colonel nodded.  "Yes, I'll escort you.  The<em>Talon</em>is pretty big, and I don't want you to get lost.  It would be bad for the troops to see the Doc bumping into bulkheads.  Need help with anything?"<br/><br/>If the answer was yes, a fairly junior looking soldier would be summoned to help carry things.<br/><br/>As the pair approached the ship (possibly with a third person lugging bags), the Colonel said, "Here at Regina, we're pretty informal.  On board ship, we'll be a little more spit and polish.  You're a former Marine, so I expect you know most of the drill.  Hmmm.  Briefly, company grade officers don't have to salute each other at all, and you only need to salute the few field grade officers in formal situations--reporting in, formations, things like that.  We don't salute in the field, same as the Imps and most Sector and Sub-sector forces.  Enlisted salute in the same situations, but they should respect your rank."  She nodded a bit.  "Normally we'd have a bit more time for this, but you can get up to speed on the trip to our target area."<br/><br/>They walked up the ramp to the main entryway.  Next to them, the last few boxes of cargo were being loaded, including a bundle of items that would obviously be medical supplies in a marked container, gingerly handled by a robotic grav forklift.  "Good timing.  There's your field hospital being loaded, if I'm not mistaken."  The Colonel indicated the container, a sort of small travel box about ten feet long and five feet wide and tall.<br/><br/>Vinlander turned back to the Doctor.  "We're about to go about our normal business.  Well, not quite normal.  I think there'll be a lot less bloodletting than a normal merc contract.  But more..."  She paused, and looked around, then smiled a tiny bit and lowered her voice.  "...skullduggery."<br/><br/>They entered the ship, and the senior officer pointed down a row of doors.  "Your bunk is down there.  The Senior Chief should have one of his ratings prepping the room for you, and there should be a label on the wall outside."  She checked her watch, then nodded.  "Stow what you want down there, then bring the rest back here.  I'll take you past the Master at Arms' post and you can store it there.  Though..."  She checked her watch again, then finished, "...haste would be appreciated.  I need to finish up the package for the briefing to the senior staff--that will be in seventy two minutes, and it includes you."<br/><br/>"After the staff meeting, you can do a meet and greet with the med staff."  She then looked down at her tablet computer, and the Doctor would definitely get the sense that she was, for the moment, dismissed.<br/><br/>