<USS Avalon> Housekeeping and Messeges: Walker T. Ranger, Sergeant

Housekeeping and Messages
By Walker T. Ranger

Arriving on deck  twelve, Walker scanned the corridor before picking a 
direction to  walk.

Travis walked around the corner and saw a rather confused looking  man in a 
marine's uniform. 'Man,' he thought, 'I just helped move in like 45 of  these 
guys, and now there's more of them lost already?' He walked over and  called 
out to the man. "Excuse me, sir, are you looking for your  quarters?"

"Looking for my quarters," Walker looked to the crewman. "Was  told by the 
Arch-Sentry that my name should be on them temporarily. Ranger,  Walker T."

"They should be. Follow me down this way." Travis nodded after  looking over 
a PADD in his hand for a moment and began to walk. "The marine  barracks are 
down in this area, also on this deck are the offices for your  company as well 
as the primary brig."

"Sounds like a lot to memorize."  Walker scanned the corridor in front of 
them critically as they walked, hoping  he'd be able to learn the layouts.

"She's a big ship, but the computer  system will be able to lay out a path to 
wherever you want to go until you learn  your way around. You just have to 
ask it," Travis stated simply with a smile as  he stopped in front of a door 
next to which stated 'Ranger, Walker T.' With a  motion of his hand to the 
door, 
he stepped back for Walker to enter. "These are  your quarters. Please message 
the housekeeping staff if there is something out  of place or wrong. I am 
Petty Officer Travis Summers. Welcome aboard the  Avalon, Mr. Ranger."

"Home sweet home," Walker chuckled as he  thumbed the door release, looking 
in as the doors parted, glad for his better  night vision. "Thank you, Petty 
Officer Summers." Stepping through, he called  calmly. "Lights, forty-five 
percent over the next fifteen seconds." As the  lights started rising, he moved 
forward toward the bedroom to stow his stuff.  Out of the corner of his eye, he 
spotted the computer, message light blinking.  He'd get back to it after 
unpacking.

Entering the bedroom, he tossed his  sea-bag onto the bed before moving to 
the closet and stowing his katana for a  later time. Turning back, he 
efficiently began the unpacking of his bag, moving  things between the drawers 
and side 
tables as needed, with his uniforms stowed  neatly in the closet with the 
katana case. Twenty minutes passed before Walker  paused to check the room, 
before 
nodding in agreement, stowing the empty bag in  his closet, then exiting to 
the main room and moving to the desk. "Computer,  play messages."

The screen blinked into life as the screen portrayed the  message for him. 
"Welcome Sergeant Walker T. Ranger, I'm sorry I was unable to  meet you in 
person but Ops at the station was rather unable to inform me as to  when your 
shuttle would be arriving. My name is Adrian Jackson Phillips, the  Marine 
Captain 
for the MARDET of the USS Avalon. I will be able to  explain more of all this 
when we meet tomorrow morning. After this message, you  will find a clearly 
marked route to our primary facilities. Be there at 0630  tomorrow. I look 
forward to seeing you then. Phillips out."

"Computer,  send reply receipt." Walker grinned and started exploring the  
quarters.

The computer acknowledged, though it was on the low end of  Walker's hearing, 
as he moved to the bedroom again to check on his  katana.

After waking at 0530 the next morning, Walker ran through a quick  set of 
calisthenics before moving to the bathroom to shower and shave. Stepping  into 
the main room, he grabbed a sandwich type breakfast before starting for  
Adrian's office. Walker pressed the chime after arriving just outside the 
office  
shortly before 0615.

Adrian looked up from his work and walked over to  the door, pressing the 
control for it to open, looking the man standing in front  of him up and down. 
"Mr. Ranger, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said, offering  his hand out to 
the man.

Walker resisted the urge to salute, seeing as  the Federation officers seemed 
not to follow that custom. Shaking the offered  hand, he smiled. "Thank you, 
Sir."

Adrian nodded and moved past.  "Excellent! Now that we have been introduced 
to one another,  we will  revert back to our traditions, which, after reading 
as much I could on the  Regellian Marines, should not prove too different than 
your  peoples methods." He then waved for Walker to follow him. "This way,  
Sergeant." He stepped off from his office in a simple march  style.

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