001 - Video

[Stildyne is looking around, taking in his new room with a look of interest; he does this a moment before he turns to the screen. It gives a sort of panoramic view of his gaunt, battered face, the resident scars of which could function as a relief map of any major warzone. He's in navy blue, what's obviously a uniform of some kind, gold piping around the neck and wrists. It's a somewhat neglected uniform though, mud-stained and looks like it's been doubling as sleepwear at least a few nights running]

She's bigger than Ragnarok, I'll give you that. Not sure if that's a maintenance atmosphere above board or a projection. She'll do. I've been stationed worse places: ask me about Rompemel. Only don't.

[He sounds amused, though he's not smiling. You'll have to forgive him, he's only thinking of your well-being, it's only last time he smiled all the mirrors in Medical broke.]

But begging your pardon: haven't introduced myself. Chief Stildyne. Mister Stildyne if the familiarity shocks you. Lately assigned here. Volunteered here. If you can credit the day I volunteer for anything. I blame the Aznir, myself.

What's the news? And where's the laundry?