The Red Circle
Posted on Fri Feb 3rd, 2017 @ 6:29am by Warrant Officer Cato West
Edited on on Mon Feb 6th, 2017 @ 3:11am
Mission:
Refit Rondo
Location: Multiple
Timeline: Current
Turbo Lift | Utopia Planitia | Mars
The turbo lift hummed in the background as swooshes and flashes of light showed his face in a dark light. Blue eyes shifted up from the piano black PADD in his right hand to reflect the view the U.S.S. Hera. Canting his head to the side slightly as he eyed his new assignment, one ship was no different than the last to Cato.
”Into the deep end, again… his mind began to wander as certain things triggered not so great memories.
Cato smirked and muttered to himself "It's all a deep end..." replying out loud unintentionally. Turning his eyes back to his PADD containing the latest set of intel briefs and information pertaining to the Hera, at least to his clearance level (TS/SCI clearance).
"What was that sir?" a crewman questioned eyeing Cato from the front of the lift.
Cato's eyes quickly darted up, his eyes narrowing "Nothing worth repeating, but don't call me 'sir'." Suddenly the turbo lift came to a halt and the doors wooshed open. "Save that shit for the officers, kid." Cato smiled as he walked past and tapped him on the shoulder with the PADD as he exited the turbo lift.
Walking the halls of Utopia Planitia was always humbling, to a degree. Cato tucked the PADD into one of the pockets in his uniform pants and continued on his way. Eyes moved to the gangway and the tight security guarding the one of the entrances to the Hera; yeah, he was in the right place. Without hesitation, he approached one of the security officers and stated "Chief West, reporting to the Hera."
His eyes scanned over the guy before replying “Orders and ID.”
Cato furnished his ID and a PADD from his pocket, handing both over just as quickly as it had been asked of him.
The Security Officer turned back to a terminal and began verifying the transfer orders and the ID. As soon as it was, “Good to go, Chief.” Cato’s ID and PADD were returned to his hand.
Cato quickly stowed the returned items and gave a single nod “Thank you, gentlemen.” he turned and began walking down the gangway leading onto the Hera
Main Airlock | Deck 10 | U.S.S. Hera
Cato continued his lovely stroll down the long gangway, taking in the partial view of the Hera. Approaching a quartermaster, Cato approached the man and spoke loudly over the bustle of personnel moving about. "West, Cato reporting for rack assignment Chief."
The Master Chief didn't bother to glance up from his screen, "Deck 9, Cabin 12. That's the one with your name on the door."
"Thanks Chief, I'll teach myself to read on the way." Cato smirked and gave the man a pat on the shoulder as he headed off for the nearest turbo lift.
Cato's Quarters | Deck 9 | U.S.S. Hera
Cato approached his new quarters, standing in front of the door. He muttered to himself "At least they spelled it right.", he pressed his right thumb against the biometric scanner and the doors wooshed open. Stepping inside, Cato looked around at his things that had made it over from the Michael P. Murphy. Boxes upon boxes, except for one large 'special' box; urban digital camouflage marked with a red circle on the sides and top.
Cato’s hands moved to open the case, revealing the armor and weapons inside. All of which were well maintained, however the last date it had been open was visible (over five years). His hands plunged inside and ran over his heavily modified TR-120 rifle that had been painted over more than a few times in different camo patterns, then his old MACO armor… “Relics…” he muttered to himself as he looked at the aged, beat up gear from a different era.
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CPO Cato West
Infiltration Specialist
U.S.S. Hera
