Slow, deep breaths. Slow, deep breaths. Henry stared up at the ceiling, or perhaps it was the floor. It was always difficult to tell the orientation of the rest of the base while he was in the zero G training room. There was something about being weightless that just made Henry feel at home. While most Landers took nearly a week to become comfortable with zero gravity, it was as if Henry was born into it. Henry had a couple of weeks off from his last assignment on the light cruiser [i]Calgary[/i]. His next assignment was to be on the newly Christened [i]Vigilance[/i]. It was quite an honor to be selected for this new behemoth of a ship. Somehow he didn't feel he was quite good enough to be selected for this mission. Although his service record was outstanding - aside from several sealed formal reprimands, he still had the feeling that he had pissed off enough officers that nobody else wanted him on their ship or base.
Henry looked down - or up - at his watch. Just as he did he heard the call over the PA system, [i]"All registered personnel to Unit Code 32-97-42 report to Hanger Bay Alpha. The Vigilance is now making final preparations for departure."[/i]
Henry smiled and whispered, "Good timing." He reached down to his hip and pressed a small button, causing a short gust of air to push him towards the nearest wall, ceiling or floor. Turns out it was a ceiling. Henry spun himself around and planted his feet on the ceiling before pushing off towards the door. Henry landed and walked with the momentum out the door, the sudden intrusion of normal gravity was something he was quite used to. Henry nodded to the nearby pfc on guard and went into his locker. He had everything prepared, and most of his gear and a few personal effects was stowed into a large duffel bag. Henry threw it over his shoulder and winced at the weight.
He made his way towards Hangar Bay Alpha, seemingly unnoticed by just about everyone. The fortress was just as busy as it always was. Nearby a small squad of landers were doing laps around the base followed closely by what appeared to be a drill sargeant. Henry scoffed, looks like one of the kiddies had pissed off some power-drunk officer. Henry was stopped at the entrance to the hangar for the typical security check. After standing in line for a few minutes he reached the front of one of 6 lines. He placed the duffel bag on the counter and produced his identification. A few scans and some questions later he entered the Hangar, where numerous Navy and Landers had already arrived