She had to admit, the building was impressive. In her mercenary days, her 2S3 artillery piece was as much her tool as it was home. With the necessity to be on the move at all times, the merc band operated out of a mobile command center and their respective vehicles. And now, indoors arena. Enough said. She just hoped the military food has gotten better since her cadet days. Her thoughts were broken off when the commander started his speech.

[i]What? No shiny until tomorrow? No no no no no, must have. Give now![/i] Kat thought as the assembly started to disintegrate into what seemed like a bunch of gloomy introverted individuals, not one saying as much as a hello to someone else. Compared to the semi-drunken friendly atmosphere of the mercenary company, she felt the military would be boring. Which would be perfectly acceptable since she would have brand new prototype gadgets to work with, except - she didn't.

Following after the commander, she twisted out of the way of some lower level brass walking against her with a quick salute - bah, she almost forgot how to do that - and caught up with him: "Umm, sir, if I may? I'd like to get familiar with the government-issue right away. I'm being given one of the 2nd gen prototypes?" she said, just in case he had too much on his plate to remember. She didn't yet have as much as a glimpse on blueprints, and she didn't like the idea of just being jammed into the seat and sent out without going over every square millimeter of it to make sure something won't break down in the first minute.

[@Kaithas]