Anderson doesn't waste much time after waking up from the odd, shared dreaming. She'd already made her decision before she'd been knocked out, and the Commander had seemed like the kind of person that wouldn't allow a thing like that to make her take a day off.
She finds her way back to Hob's office and knocks on the door's threshold, leaning in. "Sir." Like any well trained military police, she waits to be acknowledged.
If it were any other circumstance, Anderson could probably be tempted into making a comment on that lamp. Not today; she's reporting in for the first time.
She steps inside, all personality wiping from her at the professional address. "Sir, if you're still willing to take me, I'd like to sign on."
"I'm always willin' to take someone that's got the gumption."
She reaches into her desk and takes out another of those scratched up datapads. "Intake papers. Look 'em over. Start work at reveille tomorrow, you are expected to participate in all PT and morning skill drills; rest of the day is at the discretion of your lieutenant. I'm assigning you to Avarice platoon, headed by lieutenant Stanton, soon as you do your ridin' and shootin' quals. Promotion to Specialist will be concurrent based on your prior service in your world of origin.
"You can elect to live on base. Chow times are in the manual. Quartermaster will issue you dress blacks, BDUs, an workout clothes. Motor pool will issue you a hover cycle. You get your competency on it tested ASAP if you want to take it off base, but I reckon you can move right into advanced riding. Armory will issue you standard armaments. You familiar with any melee weapons?"
She recognizes Stanton, and from her brief interaction with her, feels tentatively optimistic about her assignment. Considering the last time she felt optimistic about anything Judge related-- from her ability to become one to their effectiveness to their lack of corruption-- was when she was twelve years old, it's a drastic change for her.
Anderson accepts the datapad and takes in the litany of duties stoically, with serious intent. It all sounds familiar enough that she's comfortable with it. Hover cycles can't be too different from the more gravity-bound versions Judges are trained on.
"Aside from firearms, I'm trained in knife fighting, blunt weapons, and hand to hand combat, sir." In other words, the things Judges are most likely to go up against.
"Mace might be what suits, then. Let's take us a trip to the armory, see what's what." Because this is really the thing that sets Ghost Wolf company apart from all the others.
Hob rises and heads out the door. "Come along."
Though really, she'll be curious if there are other weapons Anderson gravitates toward.
"Several reasons." She's not going to get pissy. It's a smart question to ask. "A bit of it's tradition. The melee's a big part of what sets the Ghost Wolves apart as mobile infantry. Mission's always been about maneuverability and versatility. Everyone's got to be proficient long range and close range."
She shrugs. "And for certain missions, melee works better. Right tool for the job."
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Action | Day 161, afternoon
She finds her way back to Hob's office and knocks on the door's threshold, leaning in. "Sir." Like any well trained military police, she waits to be acknowledged.
Action | Day 161, afternoon
"Judge. Permission to enter."
no subject
She steps inside, all personality wiping from her at the professional address. "Sir, if you're still willing to take me, I'd like to sign on."
no subject
She reaches into her desk and takes out another of those scratched up datapads. "Intake papers. Look 'em over. Start work at reveille tomorrow, you are expected to participate in all PT and morning skill drills; rest of the day is at the discretion of your lieutenant. I'm assigning you to Avarice platoon, headed by lieutenant Stanton, soon as you do your ridin' and shootin' quals. Promotion to Specialist will be concurrent based on your prior service in your world of origin.
"You can elect to live on base. Chow times are in the manual. Quartermaster will issue you dress blacks, BDUs, an workout clothes. Motor pool will issue you a hover cycle. You get your competency on it tested ASAP if you want to take it off base, but I reckon you can move right into advanced riding. Armory will issue you standard armaments. You familiar with any melee weapons?"
no subject
Anderson accepts the datapad and takes in the litany of duties stoically, with serious intent. It all sounds familiar enough that she's comfortable with it. Hover cycles can't be too different from the more gravity-bound versions Judges are trained on.
"Aside from firearms, I'm trained in knife fighting, blunt weapons, and hand to hand combat, sir." In other words, the things Judges are most likely to go up against.
no subject
Hob rises and heads out the door. "Come along."
Though really, she'll be curious if there are other weapons Anderson gravitates toward.
no subject
"Why are we assigned melee weapons at all?" Anderson is obedient, not unthinking. (Far from unthinking.)
no subject
She shrugs. "And for certain missions, melee works better. Right tool for the job."