Everyone on the roster was present, which simplified things.  The junior officer with the sandy hair and lopsided smile was Tucks, it turned out, and as she led them out to the ship, the men and women sorted themselves into a line, with the martinet officer at the head of the parade.  Tucks ended up being last in the line, and when the group followed her into the ship, he'd give her another smile, and a raised eyebrow.<br/><br/>The room assignments were easy to make, based on the use of the tablet, and at some point, she'd figure out the blinky light, which would earn her this message:<strong>Make sure if they have any firearms that you gather them for the ship's locker up in passenger country.  That shouldn't be a big deal--it's part of the carriage agreement with the Navy we have.  Show them the attached file if anyone gives you any hassle!--Rolsing</strong>Sure enough, there was an attached file--a contract clause that demanded all military personnel surrender their firearms for inventory and lockup, signed by some Commander Spizfitz from IN Travel Bureau, Spinward Marches Sector, Regina Naval Base.<br/><br/>A nearby printer would generate tags for the various guns, and she could document the tags and items against their owner's names in an app on her tablet, taking pics to document them.<br/><br/>The naval personnel seemed more like a technical crew than a strike team or ship crew.  Though they were very familiar with each other, they seemed to be a bit more educated than the run-of-the-mill spacers that Katie had encountered.  (Well, not counting the Admirals and Generals that had been on the in-system liner she'd worked on.)  This was backed up by the shoulder patch they all wore, a wrench (or spanner, some called them) and small lightning bolt, crossed, over a dark grey dish antenna sprouting from a green arc at the bottom.  At the top of the patch were the words "110th Sensor Group" and at the bottom were the words "WE SEE ALL"<br/><br/>Of course, the troublemaker wanted to see the contract clause about surrendering their weapons, but the rest of the team seemed satisfied with her words.  (She'd note that the troublemaker's name was Kamishvii, and he did seem to be in charge.)<br/><br/>After confiscating the team's sidearms, and directing them to their cabins, the passengers dispersed, probably to stow their gear and settle in.  Katie would note that any computer screens that were on but not in use would display "Next Event:  Liftoff" with a display below showing the time to liftoff--currently twenty five minutes.<br/><br/>Katie noticed that Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Hiram Tucks had remained behind his compatriots after they left, loitering around the passenger lounge.  He gave her that lopsided smile again, and walked over.  "Hello, miss.  Thanks for your help this morning."  He paused, looked around, and then added, "Oh, and forgive Charlie.  He's a bit of a stickler for rules.  Well, more than a bit."<br/><br/><br/><br/>