(Edu+Medic: 6 + 5 = 11, and yes, she knows nothing ^_^)<br/><br/>Aside from the odd medication and drugs she was dredging up from the back of her mind, the rest of the contract seemed fairly standard, taking place somewhere in Federation of Arden territory... but she was getting the feeling there was<em>something</em>off about it all.  Hence why those meds were being scanned through in her head...<br/><br/>"Nah, I made sure long ago that all my stuff can be hauled by me in one go, and I ain't old enough to need someone to help me haul 'em yet." she said, falling immediately in step behind the colonel "By your lead Colonel."<br/><br/>Listening and walking along, the Colonel was right: she knew how it went on a ship, and she knew that shore leave was often little more than a charlie-foxtrot with less gunfire, slightly less explosions, and a tad more coordination.  Then again... more 'spit and polish' tended to wear off after the first week or two, when the boredom started setting in.  When that happens, you try and find things to do, and if her experience was normal... well, it's a wonder she didn't get knocked up during her two terms, even with the mandated birth control.  And yes, no saluting in the field; snipers<em>love</em>when you salute their next target, since it helps them find it<em>so</em>much faster.  And yeah, jumps took a week, so she'd figure out the ship on her down time; likely wouldn't be a whole lot of busywork on the first week of the ship's travels...<br/><br/>And her field supplies, one crate?  Ah, just the hospital, some assembly required, which meant it was missing the one key goddamn piece to keep the whole thing together.  Wow Novemeber was getting bitter...<br/><br/>"Skullduggery?  Huh, I'm a spook now?" she muttered, and now they were in the ship "More used to putting holes in battle dress than espionage, but I guess that's not really anything I need to worry about."<br/><br/>She dismissed herself into her bunk - five minutes - and tossed her gear onto the bunk itself, save her gun case and her armor case (the bulk of her supplies).  A much easier load to wheel around, she was back out and ready to get moving again.  She'd put everything up after she met the MaA.<br/><br/>"Okay, Master at Arms, you can just leave me there and I'll figure my way back to wherever I need to meet for the staff meeting and meet'n'greet after.  Ain't my first time on a ship after all; I can figure my way 'round easy enough."<br/><br/>(FYI, I think I've concluded she has a bit of a southern accent to her, more drawl than southern bell.  Just getting that vibe from her ^_^)