001 at first I was scared when I looked at his eyes but now that I know him I'm not that surprised

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001 at first I was scared when I looked at his eyes but now that I know him I'm not that surprised

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[Sarge steps out of the room, and nothing about the hallway on the other side is what he's expecting. He glances back inside the room he came from; it's his own quarters, nothing unusual, but when he turns back to what's on the other side of the door it's not the rest of the barracks. He looks back and forth between the two a few more times, then continues out into the hallway. He's not going to get any answers staying in there, after all.

So he makes his way down the hallway of level five like he's on some covert mission instead of only trying to scope out the new environment, one foot carefully in front of the other, eyes trained on everything within his field of view. A suspicious picture only made more so by the fact that he's still covered in unsettling, inhuman gore and entirely human blood, streaked across uniform pants, toes of his boots, and exposed skin.]

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[By now he's definitely sure he missed a step somewhere. It's a new facility, somewhere he's never been filled with people he's never met, and that's not really odd in itself except for the fact that he should know at least one or two. The ranks can't have changed that much. He keeps going back to some variation on protocol because the alternative's impossible, and so his idea of what's actually impossible may have grown some in the past 24 hours but he's still sure UAC hasn't figured out how to conquer death. Fairly sure.

He can't have died on Olduvai because he's not dead now. Can't still be infected with whatever shit they found out there because he's back to the violent impulses he knows. No nagging voice, no creeping darkness.

But the fact that he doesn't know quite what the hell is going on isn't an excuse. After his walkabout he settles into the chair at the desk, tries the computer. It turns on, but the link that should get him to his CO blinks and blinks and never loads. The message that pops up informs him it can't find a connection. He grumbles under his breath and frowns deeply, and then his eyes catch the padd on the desk next to the computer. It's new, but maybe he missed it the first time. Maybe it will have some answers. He turns it on and finds a connection; "Network" should be useful.

And then he speaks.]

Sergeant Asher Mahonin, RRTS 6, Special Ops, for whoever's in charge here; please respond.

[Yeah, that should about cover it.]

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Me. I'm in charge. First Lieutenant Hugh G. Rection at your service. Whaddaya want?

Really.

[This look? So doubtful of every part of that name.]

Yeah. So afford me some respect, buddy.

[Chris does not know that sergeants outrank lieutenants]

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[Spam] So sorry for him. (Except not.)

[Spam] Never be sorry

Re: [Spam] TBH I never am. :3

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